I stood up and went to my room, ignoring the gasps that Summer and Miranda produced. Sebastian tried to stop me by taking my hand, but I jerked it out of his, and then locked myself in my bedroom. My emo corner.
I wasn't very fond of my parents. They always fought, and they acted like I was too much to handle. I was usually ignored. But still, they were my parents. I guess it felt like a paper cut; you don't feel it at first, and then it hurts like hell. But you can ignore it.
I don't know how long I was in there, just laying on the carpet floor, curled up in a little ball. No tears fell. But eventually I had to piss. So I stood up and trudged to the bathroom, but I tripped on my way down the stairs.
I cried out in surprise, and the next thing I felt was an arm around my waist, pulling back up staight. I looked up at Sebastian, who inspected my eyes.
"No tears, huh?" He mused, brushing his thumb over the bottom lid. Please don't nosebleed, I thought. "You're tougher than you look."
'Thanks?" I murmured, and fell limp against him tiredly. Sebastian staggered a little at the sudden weight I added, but he held me close and rocked a little. I closed my eyes, inhaling his bittersweet scent. I tried not to fall asleep, but it was hard; in the arms of my angel, a perfect moment.
Too soon, Sebastian let go of me and stepped back, glancing at the top of the stairs. I had a feeling Miranda and Summer were watching me, but I was too tired to look. "I made peanut butter cresaunts." Sebastian said. Peanut butter cresaunts were my favorite.
"Can I have one?" I was surprised by my question; I never asked Sebastian if I could have something. Sebastian nodded and led me to the kitchen, even though I'd been there a hundred times a day just to gaze inside the fridge. BEing close to Sebastian was intoxicating, but it made me feel better. Any touch he gave I gladly welcomed.
When I felt the warmth of the cresaunt in my hand, I took a deep breath, aware that Sebastian was watching me. I savored the first bite; It melted after a few moments, leaving just the peanut butter spread. It was also really sweet; he probably added sugar to it, too.
"How is it?" He asked me. I swallowed.
"Never had anything better." I replied, taking another bite. I didn't realize how much I was hungry, but I was realizing that I seriously needed to piss. But I couldn't go. Yet. I'd ruin the moment. Sebastian would lean in to whisper something to me, and then I'd lean in back, and it would end in a passionate kiss, and the sharing of the cresaunt.
I smiled a little.
And then Sebastian leaned.