Let The Fire Die
Chapter 10
I finally managed to pry myself away from Duncan after about ten or twenty minutes and continued on my way to DJ's room like I had been before getting stopped.
"DJ?" I asked tentatively after knocking on his door lightly.
"Yeah?" He answered, not opening the door.
"Can I come in?" I asked, biting down on my lip, suddenly nervous about what I'd decided to do.
"Whatever." He answered, finally opening the door a crack before plopping himself back onto his bed.
"Look…what happened down there?" I asked, sitting on the corner of the bed, trying to be there for him, and yet distance myself.
"Why do you care? I mean honestly, why? It's not like you're gonna be here for long." He answered, looking me in the eyes with intense anger.
"DJ, I'm not going anywhere. Ever again." I stated, trying to make myself look determined.
"Whatever. Can you go now?" He asked, pushing me slightly with his booted foot.
I quietly slipped out, shutting the door behind me, and heading for Duncan's bedroom. I just had enough will power to make it inside his room, before shutting the door, slipping down it, and sobbing. I didn't know if anyone was in here, and honestly I couldn't care less. What DJ had said, it hurt.
"Courtney? Are you in my room?" Duncan came knocking about fifteen minutes after I'd finally stopped crying was just content to lay on the floor and stare at nothing.
"Yeah. I'm…changing." I answered, thinking up a fast reason for him not to come into the room.
"Oh, really? Can I join?" He asked, and even through the door I could picture the smirk on his face.
"No, you ogre. I'll see in a few." I answered, knowing this would wave him off, and he'd go bug someone else.
But…it didn't.
"Oops." He said, walking in, smiling, before seeing me, and letting his face fall, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing…why would you think something's wrong?" I asked, faking a smile for his benefit.
"Well…you're lying on the floor. Courtney never lay's on the floor." He answered, wrinkling his nose like I did anytime someone wanted to lay on some nasty, disgusting, dirty floor.
"I felt like staring at the ceiling." I answered quickly, thinking on my toes.
"Oh, really. And you couldn't do that on the bed?" He asked, pointing his eyes toward it for a moment before intensely looking into my eyes again.
"Do you think I'm going to leave again?" I asked, suddenly letting the pressure out of my heart, and just asking him the question that was burning me.
"Well…I hope you won't. But there's no way for me to defiantly know if you're going to be here forever. No one knows that." He answered, looking at me strangely with a look of concern on his face.
"I'm not going to." I stated firmly.
"I hear you." He answered, still looking at me with a little concern in his eyes.
"I'm serious." I replied, grinding my teeth together to keep my anger at his answer in.
"I understand." He said, before leaning over me, and kissing me lightly.
"I love you, you know that too, right?" I asked, after breaking the kiss off for a moment.
"What, are you dying?" He asked, laughing slightly.
"No…I just, want you to know." I answered, kissing him, and thinking that fireworks were going off.
Boy, was I wrong. So far from wrong. It had the first part of firework, put it wasn't fireworks going off.