Chapter 3
Cid stands near my bed, looking down at me. He looks like he is towering over me. He looks like he is about to yell at me, but then he smiles down on me. This is one of those rare moments were he smiles kindly. He then sits down on my bed and says "We both know where you were last night, and I thank you for it. He needs a friend at a time like this." After he is done talking, he gets up off my bed and leaves my tent.
I exhale, and just realize that I have been holding my breath. I lie back down on the bed and look up at the ceiling. After a few minutes for thinking about what happened last night, Gippal walks into my tent.
"So… How much trouble did you get in this time?" Gippal asks me.
"None, He just came in here and thanked me. Then as soon as he was done talking to me he left." I told him. I'm still lying down on my bed. I have not moved an inch since my dad left.
"So…" Gippal says again. I now look up at him for the first time since he came in. I notice that he looks very uncomfortable. I have never seen him like this since the first night I came into his room.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, as I move to make room for him to lie down on my bed. He lies down next to me and also looks up at the ceiling. We lay there for a few more minutes not talking to each other.
"About last night…" he starts
"Forget about it." I cut in. I know for a fact I will never be able to forget about last night: the way his arms felt around me and the kiss he gave me when he thought I was asleep. I look over at him and now see a look of disappointment on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask him again.
"It's nothing," he says as he gets up off my bed and leaves my tent in a hurry.
"Wait!" I yell after him. I get up off my bed and run after him, to try and make things right with him. Maybe even finally tell him how I feel about him.
A/N: sorry it took me two years or more to update. I got bored of the story, then threw it away, then Linda reads the story and post a review. It is summer time and i have nothing better to do so I started to write this story again. Sorry about this, my readers.
