CHAPTER 9
God, I have never seen anyone that pale. Alright, I might have been a little excessive. A little agressive, too. But I am sick of crying and running after that boy. My pride might be really good hidden, but I do have one. And I really do not like him playing with it. Even if I know he does not make it on purpose and he is sincere, I would love to be Miss Independent for once. Though the thought of him half naked in my bed still gets me hot. I carefully avoid his eyes and his torso or I will fall back in his arms.
"You gotta be kidding", he says softly.
Taking his elbow, I gently conduct him out of my room and I even authorize myself to wave at him before I slap the door. Uh, that feels good. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will allow myself to run back in his arms, but now I do actually want to talk to Seth. I am realising that I really, really miss him and I feel like he is the only one that would be able to calm my nerves. I have not seen him since the weird-kiss-scene last week. A simple call would not be enough. I quickly glance at my clock. 3:19 a.m. It will be fine. I silently escape by my window. That wolf thing is sometimes quite enjoyable. I land on my feet like a cat and begin to run on the well-known way. The darkness does not at all unable me, it just changes the colors of the landscape. Before I even arrive to Seth's house, I already feel a lot better. My muscles are relaxed and I almost succeed in enjoying the peaceful and lovely night. The view of Seth's window ends making me feel good. It's well-closed – that's not a really warm night. All the house seems strangely peaceful and rassuring. The tender lagoon blue of the façade really is Seth himself. I am quite sure he chose it. Getting some little rocks, I begin to throw them on his window. No answer. I throw bigger ones. Still no reaction. He's probably sleeping like a huge baby, I think, half smiling. Worried about the physical integrity of the glass and his parents and little sister's sleep, I choose not to pick bigger rocks and continue with the last ones.
"Seth, for God's sake ! Won't you wake up ? It's me, Mads !", I chutter. A big dark shadow appears at the window. Just like I planned it, Seth looks sleepy and angry. And worried, too. Still, his wilde natural beauty dazzles me. His hair are a mess, a tender mess in brown and warm honey color.
"Who the hell are you ?", he cries, alarmed.
"Hey baby boy", I grin.