Adaline
“No! Please don’t leave me! I love you!” I screamed after somebody. It was a guy. A guy that I love, I suppose.
I was gripping his arm, clinging on to him like my life depended on him.
I guess it did because losing a real love means losing your life.
He had his back at me, one of his hands on a doorknob, the other one had me gripping on it.
His head was turned a little bit to the side, so he could hear me better.
“Adaline-” He never used my full name before. ” I can’t,” He whispered, pain flowing out of his voice, something dropping from his jaw, glistening in the moonlight. It was a tear.
Knowing that I was the one responsible for his tear, my heart was clenching in pain and guiltiness.
“Please! No! I love you!” He turned a bit his head to the side, more than it was, so he could watch me sideways.
I could see his eyes, but I couldn’t determine what color his eyes were. And that was damn frustrating.
He laughed a humorless laugh. “You love him, not me.”
“That’s not true!” I screamed at him, hot tears flowing on my cheeks. “I love you. Only you. Please don’t leave me.”
“Don’t lie to me,” He suddenly shouted, making me lose my grip on his hand and shrink back, surprised of his sudden outburst. “You and I, both know that you love him, not me,” He said the last part in a whisper.
“I don’t!” I stubbornly stomped my feet on the ground, the rain pouring hard on us.
He sighed , and twisted the doorknob, my heartbeat increasing. I widened my eyes , and began to panic.
“I’m sorry Adaline, but I can’t,” He opened the door , and stepped inside, leaving me , outside , frozen, hot tears flowing on my cheeks, hitting the pavement like the rain did.
I put my hands on my face, breaking out in sobs.
He left me.
I was already shivering out of the cold, the hot tears on my cheeks being the only thing that warmed me up.
Suddenly, two strong and warm arms wrapped around my waist. I gasped in surprise, but didn’t turn around.
I continued crying.
“I’m here,” A manly voice whispered.
Right then, I stopped crying , and the rain also stopped. Just like that.
The moonlight shone upon us , and when I was about to turn around, he disappeared, leaving behind him a pile of red rose’s petals.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I crouched down to touch one of the petals, but before I could do that…
I woke up. Standing in the bed, with my eyes closed , I tried to remember the dream. Bits and fragments of it were brought to my memory.
Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and stretched in the warm, comfy bed.
It was a bit hard, but nothing neck or back stabbing.
I turned around , and felt my forehead press against a warm surface. No, it wasn’t water or something like that for that matter, but it was warm and hard.
I felt a hand from around my waist draw me closer to a body.
My eyes immediately flew open, and I came face to face with a chest. A very tanned, hard, smooth and muscular chest.
Dear God, help me.
I tried to get up from my bed as quickly as I could, but the person on the bed caught me and dragged me towards his chest, that was lying upwards now.
“Go to sleep,” A husky , and may I say hot, morning voice said.
I widened my eyes , and whispered, “Jeff the Killer?”
“No , dumbass , is me.”
Recognizing the voice, I rolled myself over from his hold , and fell from the bed.
“Ow!” I whined, pain shooting through my back.
“Be careful not to fall,” He murmured.
“Thank you,” I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes.
“You’re welcome,” Again, he murmured.
I got up. “Get off from my bed, Anders.”
He opened one eye , and looked at me. After he inspected me, he closed his eyes.
“Come back to sleep,” He patted the spot beside him with his hand. I gaped at him.
“Get out of my room!” He didn’t even raised up from my bed. I groaned. “Who invited here , anyways?” I rhetorically asked him.
“You,” Was his answer.
“What?!” I shrieked. He opened his eyes , and leaned against his elbows , as he was watching me, a smirk on his perfectly shaped lips.
As he was standing in such a position, shirtless, his muscles were full on display. I couldn’t help , but move my eyes to his delicious abs. Delicious? What am I thinking here? Am I going crazy , or what?
But they look so lickable, that I just can’t help it. Lickable?! Is that even a word?!
“Are you biting your lip, Cherry?” I raised my eyes up to his eyes, seeing his half cocky smirk in the process.
I looked away , and blushed.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“You were staring.”
“S-shut up!” I pathetically said, turning my head to the side, my face feeling hot. Very hot. I could have a serious burn because of how hot it was.
“You were checking me out,” He once again, cockily said.
“I-I wasn’t s-staring, I s-swear!” Lie. Lie. Lie. It was all just a lie.
“Why you were staring?”
I got angry at his teasingly and cocky voice, so I defended myself, in a way that I knew I would regret.
“It’s not my fault that your abs are deliciously lickable!” As soon as the words left my mouth, I widened my eyes. Gasping, I covered my mouth.
His lips, that were parted into an ‘O’ at the start of my sentence, were now stretching into a big, big smirk.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You know, if it wasn’t me in this situation, I would be laughing my ass off, but , unluckily, I’m the one that is in this situation.
“Oh, God, I didn’t,” I whispered, disbelief leaving my voice. He got himself up from the bed, and stalked towards me. Slowly , like a predator would do to its prey.
This seems awfully familiar with the same day he saw me naked.
If so, my face felt more hotter than ever. No doubt I was read like a tomato right now.
Something caught my eyes from the right , and when I turned my head, I saw a door.
Widening my eyes , I ran for it , risking my life as I did so.
Luckily, I opened it , and stepped inside just when he was about to catch me.
I closed the door , and leaned my back against it.
He began to laugh.
“Cherry lips, if you wanted to lick my abs, you could’ve just ask!” He shouted , and continued to laugh. After a few seconds, I heard a door open and close.
Probably it was him just leaving.
***
•Ayato’s P. O. V•
I went downstairs, almost bursting out laughing, a smirk on my face.
In the kitchen, Jemima was cooking, Tyler sitting at the table.
Jemima was first to acknowledge me, and smiled. “Good morning , Ayato!”
I sat down on a chair at the table, beside Tyler.
“Good morning,” I acknowledged them both. Tyler looked suspiciously at me.
“Good morning,” He muttered, still looking at me.
Jemima put the plates filled with pancakes in front of us, and I began to dig in, the smile still on my face.
I couldn’t erase her face off of my mind. It was so funny.
Jemima sat across Tyler , and eyed me too, a smile on her face. She intertwined her fingers , and leaned her chin over her hands.
“Why are you so happy?”
I shrugged. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I waved them both, eating my breakfast.
They continued to watch me a few minutes , then, hesitantly, began to eat their breakfast too, stealing a few glances at me.
I will so much tease her about what she said.
***
•Adaline’s P. O. V•
I covered my face with my hands, and slowly sat on the ground, my back pressed on the door.
I began to hit the back of my head against the door.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
How could I ask that?!
I whined, almost crying in my hands.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
Breathe, Adaline, breathe. In and out. In and out.
I obliged the voice in my head.
That’s good.
I raised myself up , and straighten my clothes with my hands.
I need a shower. Really fast.
Seeing that I have some towels in this bathroom, I quickly took a shower , and wrapped the towels around me , and my hair.
I opened the bathroom’s door slowly, peeking inside my room to see if he’s there.
I sighed when I saw that he is not, and fully opened the bathroom door.
I took some clothes from my closet , and went in the bathroom to change.
Not making the same mistake again.
After I changed, I blow dried my hair , and went downstairs, ready to meet…
Tyler, Jemima and Ayato laughing their ass off.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
What the hell?