The hallway was empty, the silence as ringing in my ears telling me that I was completely alone. I had been sitting here for about 10 minutes, working up the courage to knock. Walter had started the fire, making me eager to tell Chance of my feelings, but the fire had fizzed out quickly leaving me feeling empty and alone on the inside.
I can't do this. There is no way I can do this, I start doubting myself. Run. Run away. What does Walter know about this kind of thing. I bet it's little to none, I back up from the door. What if he feels the same way and he is to shy to say anything? What if I'm cheating myself from true love? Don't risk it. I take a confident step towards the door and reach my paw out to knock, but come a few millimeters short. You can do this... right? I plant my fist firmly on the door, hearing a solid thud echo in the room beyond.
I step back again, waiting for him to answer, panicking. I wanted to run so badly and ditch the door, but I was stuck in place. I couldn't move, I could barely breath... just sitting there waiting. It felt like an eternity before the door opened and he stood in front of me. He looked taller than usual, his hair was fluffy and messy, but still a deep burnt golden color. His paws were big and the nails looked like they needed a trim, but he couldn't look any more perfect in my eyes.
Chance saw me, surprised, "Oh.. Violet? Whats u-"
I cut him off by jumping on him, making him fall backwards onto the floor, with me on top of him. He looked shock and confused but before he could question my motives, I sealed my lips to his. He didn't respond at first, probably due to my quickness... and the fact that I had said no real words to him. But he caught on quick, kissing me back hungrily like he had been waiting his whole life for me to be in his arms. To me, this moment was pure bliss, nothing could have made it better... except for a confession, but I wasn't going to press it. I pulled away from him and he looked at me his eyes big and beautiful, we were both gasping for air.
He grinned at me and it made my heart flutter even faster,"Well, Hello to you too," he whispered in his rough sexy voice. I grasped the hair on the back of his head and pulled him back to me, I could never get enough of him. He tasted like honey and strawberries, it was all I ever wanted my taste buds to experience again. I never wanted to pull away because, when we kissed, the world melted away. There were no judgement, there were no worries, he didn't have to leave, I didn't have to tell him anything, because when we kissed our loved was solid. When I kiss him, I feel like he already knows of my love, he knows and feels the same way because he kisses back. His kisses get slower and more intimate and all I can think is, Am I doing it right?
Chance was my first kiss and my fist make out, so I really had no clue what I was doing. But, it didn't seem to matter because he never said anything. In fact, when I kissed him, I heard him moan. ME? I made him moan! Who would've thought it? When he did that, it made me lose all doubts, I was automatically the best kisser in the world.
Chance sat up from the ground, wrapping his limbs around my waits, keeping me from falling. His touch sent electric pulses through my body, making me kiss him harder. Chance pulled away, making me slightly disappointed, and just looked into my eyes with a love struck look. His eyes were so light and beautiful all of the sudden, a simple golden color with a lime green rimming the edges.
"Woah," I said in a low voice.
Chance was breathing heavily,"...Yeah, Woah."
"Your eyes, they...they changed," I spoke with awe. He seemed confused, that wasn't why he had 'woah'ed, but he smiled.
"Yeah they do that, when my mood changes," he said between breathes.
I bite my lip," What are mood are you in now?"
He coughed and looked away,"Ughm...," he turned back,"What are you doing here, Violet? Just couldn't resist my charm," he smiled jokingly, changing the subject.
"Oh... well, there's that and... and...," SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! "And I wanted to see you before you left," I finish quickly, closing my eyes.
I opened them to see Chance smiling at me, a genuine happy smile. "I was gonna go and see you before we left tomorrow morning. I couldn't leave without saying a proper goodbye," his smile faded and he looked down. I leaned into him, snuggling my face against his furry chest."You'll never truly leave me," I whisper.
Chance wrapped his limbs around me and placed his head on top of mine. We stayed like that for awhile, sitting silently in his doorway holding each other. Tell him. Tell him. I could hear his heartbeat, it was soothing and beautiful, I was being to doze off, when Chance shifted positions. I looked up to him,"How long have we been like this," I ask.
"Uhmm," he looked up to think, "Maybe half an hour? 45 minutes?"
"I don't want to leave, but I have to start heading home," I told him. Tell him. Tell him.
"I understand," he said while standing up, helping me to my feet. "I'll come by tomorrow, to say goodbye."
My throat closed up and my eyes watered, so Chance hugged me tightly, "Don't cry. Don't cry, Violet. Please? Stop crying. It's no that bad... I'll come back someday. I promise, okay? Please, stop crying," he begged into my hair.
I sniffled and grasped him tightly, then stepped back," Okay. I'm okay. You promise?," I ask.
"Yes. Of course," he said confidently," As soon as we loose those bounty hunters, this will be where I go, first thing."
"Okay. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, Violet," he said, this time his eyes were starting to glisten. I walked down the length of the hall and turned back, to see him staring at me intently. It made my body tense up and want to collapse, but I had to leave. Staying here would only make things worse, and to add to the grief I still hadn't told him about how I felt.
The walk home was shorter than I had remembered. The dusk was fading fast, when I entered my house. My dad was sitting on the sofa and stood up once he heard the door shut,"Violet?"
"What?," I asked bitterly, still not forgetting his piggish behavior.
"Come and sit, your mother and I want to talk to you," he said gently.
I rolled my eyes and followed him to the living room. I sat in the chair, while my parents sat together on the couch.
"What do you want?," I said, completely uninterested with what they had to say.
"Well, for starters, I want to know where you were today," my dad spoke.
"I was at work, where else?," I spat at him.
"So, you weren't with that boy all day?," my dad asked. I turned my head sharply towards them huddled on the couch, "No. Unfortunately, I was at work."
"There's no need to take that tone, Violet," my mother said in a whisper, "We are only curious."
"Maybe, you two should just butt out, okay? It's none of your business!," I was angry now. And I thought this would be a civil little chat.
"It is when you live in my house, little lady. My roof, my rules. If you've got a problem with that, you can just head out of here," my dad said crudely.
"I don't get," I think out loud, looking to the ceiling, "Why do hate Chance, when you've only just met him?"
"I know his kind," my dad grumbled.
"WHATEVER! That means nothing! It's not an all for one thing, dad. Every person is their own," I shout standing from my chair.
My father stood up slowly, while my mom tried to keep him next to her," Dan. Dan, just let it go. Let's juts go to bed and forget this," she pleaded.
"No, Rene. She has to know... before she continues to see this boy," he said shrugging my mother off. "Sit down, Violet. Let me tell you a story of my childhood."