Okay so this is my first fully new chapter in months and I mean almost a year, so I don't know if it's blending with the others. So um, yea, just wanted to warn you.
Chapter 10
I realize I'm pathetic around my third beer. Not that I'm pathetic because my tolerance has disappeared in the time I spent away. I'm pathetic because of how much I love her. How the feeling of her arm resting next to mine is bliss. And bliss is the only word to describe it. It's such a perfect feeling, a perfect moment. Nothing is being accomplished, nothing is being said. We're just sitting.
"You're right" she said dropping her head onto my shoulder, "Sports can be fun"
You have no idea I think to myself as I let my head fall down on top of her, "You just needed the right company."
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We watched the game in almost near silence after the first 3 innings, which coincided with our first three beers. I kept trying to remember that I had meant to talk to her. Find out what happened. I tried to remember at the beach, but I couldn't destroy our time together. I couldn't risk this weird thing we were building.
You're not supposed to build on shaky ground, I know that. But support beams could be put up later right? Pour cement in foundation later? Of course I know as much about building a house as I do building a relationship. Everything I could be thinking might be false. I'm just so afraid to make her run, when she's finally where I always wanted her…right next to me.
She's asleep on the train, my arm around her, her head rests on my chest. I don't dare fall asleep, not because I'm afraid we'll miss our stop, but because I want to watch her, I want to feel every breath.
It's funny that I can even think about falling asleep with her so close. Normally every cell in my body is screaming when she's near me, everything tingles, every hair on my arms stands tall. Right now though, there's just peace. This incredible sense of peace I could have never imagined.
Our day was perfect.
Just as the beach had been four days ago.
I got up to seven beers, Rory lagged behind with only five. Still it was fun being packed in the subway train, swaying with the strangers in our same jovial mood from the win. It was fun as we ran hand in hand, so I didn't lose her in Grand Central so we could make our train. Laughing as we dropped into seats with 2 minutes to spare.
She dropped off somewhere between Pelham and Larchmont and she's been asleep against me ever since.
People smile as they walk past us.
It's something different that I'd never experienced before, people normally smile at me because I'm attractive. They're smiling at me now because of what a good guy I look like, what a cute couple we make. People make up stories in their minds and I can read this story in their eyes.
We're just two normal kids from Connecticut, who ventured to the city for a Yankees game. They know we were just at a game because we did the cheesy thing and bought clothes there. I'm wearing a jersey and she's got a on a little navy baby tee with Derek Jeter's number on the back. He's lucky I consider myself better looking than him or I would have gone down to the dugout and wiped that smile, all the females seem to love so much off his face.
I smile to myself as I brush her hair back, but refrain from kissing the top of her head like I want to. I like how people see me now. I like who I am with her.