Chapter 71
Memories
Dear Diary,
Arty's been gone for one whole day now. I won't lie, I really miss him. Though at the same time, it's nice to be sure that nothing else will happen between us. After all, that whole trip was composed of these really awkward moments. Moments that I will never forget, but that I really wish that I could.
It all began in the park. The two of us sitting under the sun. His hands on my ears, pulling sounds from me that I had never thought that I would make. The moans and the intense feeling of something surreal clawing inside of me. The overwhelming trust that we had for each other.
The next of which were our encounters with the dragons and the phoenixes. They showed Arty something, and I'm sure that it had something to do with me. Yet, no matter how much I asked, he refused to answer me. I couldn't make up my mind on whether or not that was a good sign. Hopefully, it was innocent, though knowing those creatures like I do…probably not.
Then there was the swear toad fiasco. I'll admit that it was my fault. I should have warned him that they bite, or better yet not have even taken him into hat room in the first place. After all, it ended up with me being forced to suck venom out of his finger. My mouth was wrapped around his finger, and I suckled it. Then to top it all off, he had to suck more venom from my bottom lip! In an essence, we were actually kissing. It took all of my strength to resist moaning and leaning into him for more. Ugh, talk about awkward. Though as far as I am concerned, that never happened. It was nothing.
At the shooting range, it was…weird. I had my arms wrapped around his. His body, his gun. We were so close, yet, it was so…enjoyable. Partly to touch him and partly to shoot Opal Koboi.
I still have problems believing the whole mall thing with Lili. She blatantly flirted with him, and then had the nerve to confront me about my 'feelings'. According to Lili, I want to date him. Which I don't. Though my main point, is that her constant flirting is ridiculous. Artemis would never be interested in a girl like her. I would never let him be interested in her. I refuse to.
Later that same day, we had our infamous pillow fight. The two of us grinning and smacking each other in the face like teenagers. It was fun and if only for a moment, Arty lost that cool façade of disinterest that he always sported. For that moment, he was just a normal guy with his normal best friend, and it was completely and totally worth it.
And that's one of the things that I've learned about Arty. He's hard to get close to. To even have a chance, you have to bull doze through all of his stupid walls and give him a part of you to hold on to. In that way, I suppose we're just alike.
I have to admit that our next day was more than enough to make me angry. Somehow I let Arty convince me to take him to the cavern of lovers. Mistake one. Then, I actually went in with him. Mistake two. For a moment, I actually believed that the cave had no effect on us. Mistake three. I looked into his beautiful, emotive, mismatched eyes. Mistake four.
The cave's siren song completely overtook our systems, and all we could see was each other. My body was craving his and his was craving mine. We were on fire, and his lips were the only water. So, we kissed. Mistake five. Our kiss was heated and passionate. It was going farther as his hands itched up my top and into my hair. Only the sound of footsteps interrupted us. Had those people not come along, what would have happened? How far would we have gone? Ugh, at least I know that it was just that cave and the magic. After all, neither of us wanted the other. Not like that. He'd said that he didn't, and I believe him.
Next was perhaps the worst experience of my life. All along, Foaly has had a videotape of what happened in the past. Of course, he waited until we were all together to show it to us. So now everyone knows that we kissed in the past, and they all made a huge deal out of it. None of them seem to understand that magic and happiness were the sole causes of that kiss. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I've come to a concrete decision about why I should be happy about Arty's departure. Now that he's gone the awkwardness should be too. But it's not quite working out like that right now. Hopefully, it will soon.
Yours in Confusion,
-Holly
A/N:
I can literally taste the end of this story getting closer, and I'm excited. After all this has almost been two years. Wow, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
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