Rocking in the Tree House
"So where are we going," I asked Chris after we had been walking for about ten minutes?
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," he said smiling.
We continued walking until we stood in front of the tree house.
"What's this," I asked even though I knew what it was?
"Well, it's a tree house. Me and the guys built it about billion years ago. Well at least it seems like it. Anyway, we usually don't go up here anymore, but we couldn't tear it down. So sometimes I come here when I want to be alone, or whatever," he explained.
"Oh. So can I come up," I asked?
"Sure."
He went up first and I followed him. It looked pretty much the same as it had in the movie. Except now there were pillows all over the place along with some blankets, some new posters, and a crate filled with apples and canned food. I think he spent a lot more time up here then he lead to me to believe. He probably came up here to get away from his father.
"Here," he said pointing to a crate, "sit down."
I sat down. "So, how's life Chris."
"Could be better," he said. "But I guess it could be worse too."
"Yeah. I know what you mean," I agreed.
"If I ask you something, could you try not to get mad," he asked?
"Sure," I said.
"Do you still like Eyeball," he asked?
I knew he wouldn't avoid the topic forever. I mean I couldn't blame him for being curious.
"No." I said simply. "It was a mistake to like him in the first place. It was also a mistake to hang out with his friends too. What can I say? I make a lot of mistakes. Why?"
"Well I was just wondering. He's been in a bad mood ever since that day he went to your house," he told me.
"How do you know he came to my house," I asked?
"I heard him talking to Ace," he said.
"Well no, I don't like Eyeball," I said firmly. "Besides, if I liked Eyeball I wouldn't be sitting here with you. I'm sorry I met him in the first place." I said.
"I'm not."
I looked at him curiously.
"Well I mean if you didn't meet him, you wouldn't have been sitting in front of my house, and then I wouldn't have met you. And then if I didn't meet you, we wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation," moving closer as he explained quietly.
He kept leaning closer to me, and I couldn't stop from shaking a little bit. Not because I was scared or cold, but because just being near him made me tingly all over. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He smelled like gum and toothpaste.
"I really want to kiss you," he whispered.
And before I could say anything or comprehend what he had just said, his lips were on mine. It was a light kiss and all too soon he pulled away.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I.....I couldn't help it."
I was kind of stunned, but I recovered quickly.
"Don't be sorry," I said. "I'm not."
He looked up at me, and smiled.
"So if I were to kiss you again, you'd kiss me back," he asked playfully?
I didn't answer him. Instead I kissed him. It didn't take long before the kiss turned into full- fledged making out.
And as I was in the tree house, kissing him, I thought about how much I didn't want to go home anymore. Even the thought of leaving made me sick. I kissed him harder, my hands tightening on the back of his neck, as if to make sure this wasn't a dream and he was really here. I wanted to make as much of it as I could, live in the moment, because I knew it wouldn't last forever..
He kissed me back with just as much passion. We laid down on one of the blankets, our heads resting on a pillow, turned towards each other.
His hand was resting on my hip, the other was tangled in my hair. Finally, we stopped, breathless.
We looked at each other, and as I looked into his absurdly beautiful eyes, I wanted to cry. Not just cry, but bawl my eyes out, until I couldn't cry anymore.
I wanted to cry because I was homesick. I wanted to cry because I didn't want to leave Chris. I wanted to cry because I felt so confused and life was not fair. I shouldn't have to choose between Chris and my home. I should be able to have them both.
But I didn't cry. Instead I moved closer to him, and rested my head on his chest, trying not to think about the decision I would eventually have to make.
He entwined his hand with mine, and rubbed my thumb, not saying anything. He kissed me lightly on the temple. As he did this, a silent tear ran down my cheek, landing on his shirt.
We fell asleep like that.
***Okay, I think this was a really cute chapter, but kind of sad too. It took me a while, but I think I got it the way I wanted it. Reviews PLEASE!!...... Like I said, I'm not very good at writing love scenes, so sorry if it sucks. I'll try to do it better next time.****
"So where are we going," I asked Chris after we had been walking for about ten minutes?
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," he said smiling.
We continued walking until we stood in front of the tree house.
"What's this," I asked even though I knew what it was?
"Well, it's a tree house. Me and the guys built it about billion years ago. Well at least it seems like it. Anyway, we usually don't go up here anymore, but we couldn't tear it down. So sometimes I come here when I want to be alone, or whatever," he explained.
"Oh. So can I come up," I asked?
"Sure."
He went up first and I followed him. It looked pretty much the same as it had in the movie. Except now there were pillows all over the place along with some blankets, some new posters, and a crate filled with apples and canned food. I think he spent a lot more time up here then he lead to me to believe. He probably came up here to get away from his father.
"Here," he said pointing to a crate, "sit down."
I sat down. "So, how's life Chris."
"Could be better," he said. "But I guess it could be worse too."
"Yeah. I know what you mean," I agreed.
"If I ask you something, could you try not to get mad," he asked?
"Sure," I said.
"Do you still like Eyeball," he asked?
I knew he wouldn't avoid the topic forever. I mean I couldn't blame him for being curious.
"No." I said simply. "It was a mistake to like him in the first place. It was also a mistake to hang out with his friends too. What can I say? I make a lot of mistakes. Why?"
"Well I was just wondering. He's been in a bad mood ever since that day he went to your house," he told me.
"How do you know he came to my house," I asked?
"I heard him talking to Ace," he said.
"Well no, I don't like Eyeball," I said firmly. "Besides, if I liked Eyeball I wouldn't be sitting here with you. I'm sorry I met him in the first place." I said.
"I'm not."
I looked at him curiously.
"Well I mean if you didn't meet him, you wouldn't have been sitting in front of my house, and then I wouldn't have met you. And then if I didn't meet you, we wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation," moving closer as he explained quietly.
He kept leaning closer to me, and I couldn't stop from shaking a little bit. Not because I was scared or cold, but because just being near him made me tingly all over. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He smelled like gum and toothpaste.
"I really want to kiss you," he whispered.
And before I could say anything or comprehend what he had just said, his lips were on mine. It was a light kiss and all too soon he pulled away.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I.....I couldn't help it."
I was kind of stunned, but I recovered quickly.
"Don't be sorry," I said. "I'm not."
He looked up at me, and smiled.
"So if I were to kiss you again, you'd kiss me back," he asked playfully?
I didn't answer him. Instead I kissed him. It didn't take long before the kiss turned into full- fledged making out.
And as I was in the tree house, kissing him, I thought about how much I didn't want to go home anymore. Even the thought of leaving made me sick. I kissed him harder, my hands tightening on the back of his neck, as if to make sure this wasn't a dream and he was really here. I wanted to make as much of it as I could, live in the moment, because I knew it wouldn't last forever..
He kissed me back with just as much passion. We laid down on one of the blankets, our heads resting on a pillow, turned towards each other.
His hand was resting on my hip, the other was tangled in my hair. Finally, we stopped, breathless.
We looked at each other, and as I looked into his absurdly beautiful eyes, I wanted to cry. Not just cry, but bawl my eyes out, until I couldn't cry anymore.
I wanted to cry because I was homesick. I wanted to cry because I didn't want to leave Chris. I wanted to cry because I felt so confused and life was not fair. I shouldn't have to choose between Chris and my home. I should be able to have them both.
But I didn't cry. Instead I moved closer to him, and rested my head on his chest, trying not to think about the decision I would eventually have to make.
He entwined his hand with mine, and rubbed my thumb, not saying anything. He kissed me lightly on the temple. As he did this, a silent tear ran down my cheek, landing on his shirt.
We fell asleep like that.
***Okay, I think this was a really cute chapter, but kind of sad too. It took me a while, but I think I got it the way I wanted it. Reviews PLEASE!!...... Like I said, I'm not very good at writing love scenes, so sorry if it sucks. I'll try to do it better next time.****