Due to demands/hints,
Michelle will now attempt to write
longer chapters. They'll take
longer to write. Mmhmm, unless
I don't have writers block, and I
usually do. Thanks. And I decided
I'm not going to have swearing,
unless they're really panicy and..
STUFF. Yes, I almost said
it.
Chapter Thirteen
As soon as I flung myself through the door I could tell by the expressions on their faces that that crazy grin was still intact with my face. Don't ask me why, but It was pretty much stuck there. I couldn't stop grinning, and I probally looked like some sort of mad woman. I don't even know why I was grinning. It's not like he confessed that he loved me back or anything. God, it just felt so good to tell him, although it sure wouldn't when he rejected me. Don't ask why I bothered if I so strongly believe that he doesn't feel the same. I am an idiot, right? I can't even stop these insane thoughts from entering my head anymore, so I've decided to let them.
Many of them asked what my problem was, but I just grinned and shrugged. I didn't have a problem. I felt great... alive, even. Until Steve asked me where Johnny was. The grin vanished. That was a good question. He hadn't even come after me when I'd run away, which obviously must mean he was disgusted that someone like me could like him. Pssh, he was lucky anyone liked him. He doesn't talk enough for anyone but the gang to even get to know him.
"Er... I actually don't know. He was with me a minute ago..."
I'd did everything I could to hint towards my strange liking of him. I'd said his scar made him look nice, I'd tried to beat up the socs for him, I'd KISSED him. God, he must be really dense, but I don't care. Who, can resist a mysterious, quiet, lost-puppy...ish guy such as Johnny? Okay, so alot of people can resist him. But I can't. I don't know why, I just can't. You can't stop loving someone, love doesn't act on what you want it to do. If you want to forget someone, it takes awhile. I was going to have to forget Johnny and I knew it. I'd probally screwed our friendship up too.
Steve just shrugged, and I returned his shrug with one of my own. I seriously didn't know what to do now. Should I go find Johnny? Stay and wait until he gets back? Ooh no, I want to see what his reaction was. I wanted to find him right that second. So, I turned and stalked out the door again, the rest of the gang looking after me with confused and bewildered expressions on their faces.
When I crossed the street, I was suprised to find that he was in the exact same spot he was in when I left him, a look of disbelief on his face. I approached him, stood in front of him, but he didn't seem to notice me. So I spoke.
"So?"
His eyes snapped up and met mine. I swear I could've melted right then and there, but I had to keep some composure and dignity. At that moment, his face cracked into a grin, and before I knew it he was pulling me down beside him. I was confused. He was grinning. Did he actually think rejecting me was going to be... fun? He seems like the kind of guy that'd hate to reject people, because he doesn't like hurting peoples feelings.
"For how long?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
I wanted to make him say it. I wanted to see if he was afraid to say it or not.
"How long have you... liked me since?"
"Awhile after we met, I guess."
No, it wasn't love at first sight, or any of that nonsense. Before I become attatched to a person like that, I have to get to know them first. I'd gotten really close to Johnny. From being locked outside together, being sentenced to die of hypothermia, to being locked in a bathroom, to this. Yeah, I'd say we'd grown pretty close.
"Ooh..."
He still wasn't rejecting me. Maybe he wasn't going to. Maybe he actually liked me, maybe I'd just been underestimating myself. But I'd get my answer soon enough... He was beginning to open his mouth again. I wanted to cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut, but there was a chance he liked me. A very slim chance.
"I... love you too."
I could not believe my ears, I didn't think I could believe anything anymore. I began to think I was dreaming, because this was all too good to be true. But now what? Stay friends? Act on our feelings? ...Get together? I mean, if we ever broke up our friendship would be pretty much screwed, right? But his next reply gave me the answer I was looking for.
"Do you maybe want to go catch a movie sometime?"
I grinned. He knew he was asking me on a date, but was trying to make it as less obvious as possible. Was it working? No. But anyway, I nodded my head and said;
"I'd like that."
WASN'T THAT
CUUUUUUTE? Yay. Company is here. I just
finished too. Haha... good
timing. I don't think this chapter
is extremely long, but
whatever.
