Abbey's POV
It was way past ten when I finally got home from my night out with Benny. The house was dark and quiet, hinting that my mom had already retired for the evening.
I quietly make my way up the stairs, skipping the squeaky step near the top. I had gotten caught so many times sneaking into the house after curfew because I had forgotten about the creaky stair. That was the drawback to living in an old house.
Tiptoeing carefully down the hall to my room, holding my breath, hoping my mother's bedroom light isn't on. I release the breath, when I pass her room and its as dark as the rest of house.
I flick on the light to my room and almost have a heart attack. Jesse was sitting on my bed, looking quite annoyed.
In all honesty, this was to be expected. When I hadn't come back from going after Benny, my phone had started to blow up with calls and texts, all by a frantic Jesse. Which I had no desire to answer.
"Hi…" I whisper sheepishly. I knew he was not going to be very happy with me.
Instead of answering, Jesse gets up off of the bed and walks over to me, wrapping me in his arms, holding me against his chest. He looks down and smiles at me.
"You're not mad?" I ask skeptically, looking up into his brown orbs.
"Why would I be?" he starts stroking my hair gently.
"Because I practically ran off with Benny and didn't answer any of your calls or texts," I explain.
"I know," he admits softly. "I realized that getting mad at you for making sure your friend was alright was pointless. And besides, I take full responsibility for upsetting him."
"You Do?" I ask in disbelief. I searched his eyes for some kind of hint that he was lying, but all I saw was sincerity in them.
"Mmhm," he mumbles, leaning down to kiss me.
I tilt my head up, meeting his lips half way. This kiss was full of passion, but slow and soft, reminding me of how much he loved me, and I him.
He pulls away, taking my hand and leading me to my bed. He lays down and pulls me with him. I lay on my side, placing my head on his chest, suddenly drowsy with sleep.
"You can't spend the night," I point out, tiredly. "My mom is going to kill you if she wakes up and finds you in here."
"I'll be gone before she wakes up," he promises, continuing to stroke my hair.
My eyes start to droop, feeling heavy with sleepiness.
"Go to sleep," Jesse murmurs. "Do you want me to sing you to sleep?"
"Mm…" I mumble, too tired to speak.
Jesse began singing in a soft, low pitched voice.
"Best thing about tonight is that we're not fighting,
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I know you don't think that I am trying,
I know you're wearing thin down to the core.
But hold your breath,
because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you-"
"Stop," I interrupt. "Not that song."
"Why?" he asks, curious.
"I just don't like that song."
"Everybody likes that song. Why not you?"
"No reason," I say too quickly. "I just don't."
The truth was, the song reminded me too much of Benny. That first night that I was a fledgling, he had brought over a blood sub for me because I was starving. I had gotten upset and I let him comfort me. Everything got out of hand quickly. I had fallen asleep in his arms while he was singing to me, and that song was one of the songs he had crooned to me as I fell into a much needed sleep.
Jesse quickly chooses a different song.
"I need this like air,
In my lungs.
This element tears through my bones,
It keeps me fighting.
Emotions that swim through my veins,
A fever that shows in my face,
I'm not hiding.
And this fire is alive in your eyes.
Well, I can barely breathe,
And I can hear the dark hearts marching,
I won't go down easily.
Stay here by my side,
And we will be the last ones standing,
Hold my hand and kiss me before the hearts collide.
Cold, the feeling of fear on my skin,
Dying to find a way in,
The silver lining.
The stars, they burn out like dreams all around,
Falling like rain to the ground.
But you're still shining.
And this fire is alive in your eyes.
Well, I can barely breathe,
And I can hear the dark hearts marching,
I won't go down easily.
Stay here by my side,
And we will be the last ones standing,
Hold my hand and kiss me…
Don't wake me up,
I feel your touch.
Your love like blood runs through me,
You consume me…"
At that point, I was beginning to doze off. Jesse had put his arms around me and covered me with my comforter, keeping me warm. The warmth of Jesse's arms and the blanket were so inviting, that I passed out in no time.
Abbey's POV
When I wake up, it's still dark outside, but light enough to hint at the coming sunrise. My head was still on Jesse's chest and I could hear his breath coming in and out of his lungs.
I steal a quick glance up at his face, and his eyes are closed, but I knew he was awake.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he says without opening his eyes.
"Good morning, Prince Charming," I reply back.
"I knew I was always charming," Jesse says, smirking. "But I didn't know that I was a prince."
"I could say the same thing about you calling me Sleeping Beauty," I point out.
"Would you rather me call you Aurora?" Jesse asks, smiling.
"No," I assure him. "Abbey's fine."
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, soaking up the joy of just being there together. I stretch out my left hand, looking at my magnificent emerald ring, which reminded me of something.
"You know," I say, breaking the silence. "You never did tell me…"
"Tell you what?" he inquires.
"Why you gave me an emerald engagement ring," I reply.
"Do you not like it?" he asks, starting to sound disappointed.
"No, no," I assure him. "I love it. I was just wondering if there was a special meaning behind it."
"Of course there is."
"Will you tell me?"
"I chose an emerald ring because it reminded me of your eyes. Every time I look into your eyes, all I can think about is how beautifully emerald green they are."
I had been often told that my eyes were like emeralds. I had never imagined that when it came time to get married, the guy who proposed to me would give me a ring based on the unique color of my eyes. It was kind of romantic.
"Thank you," I say, looking up at him.
"I love you," he answers.
"I love you too," I reply, staring straight into his big chocolate brown eyes.
He leans down and gently presses his lips to mine.
The songs were Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade and Last One Standing by Hot Chelle Rae. I do not own MBV in any way, just my OC, Abbey. The picture for the story is the ring that I imagined Jesse giving to Abbey when he proposed. As always, please continue to read and review.