Escaping Reality (Louis Partridge)

5

I take him to the one place that really makes me happy. The library.

"What are we doing here?" He asks.

"I'm showing you what makes me happy." I simply say as we enter.

I immediately go straight to the Stephen King section, and grab IT. It was my favorite book, and movie.

Luckily, we were one of the only ones here.

I lead him to the couch in the back, as far away from everyone as possible.

"Why do you find reading so comfortable?" He asks. "It's quite boring to me."

I smack the back of his head lightly making him laugh. "It's calming. You can let the world around you melt away, and visualize yourself in the world that's in your book."

He sighs and lays down, his head in my lap.

"You don't have to read. You can just sit there and look pretty." I joke.

"You think I'm pretty?" He asks.

I sigh and give in. "You are quite pretty. You have beautiful hazel eyes, good bone structure, and the fluffiest hair. But don't get too happy. Your still crazy."

He just rolls his eyes and stares at the ceiling.

I began reading,though it was hard to get into the same headspace s as I normally do. I just couldn't focus.

"I understand why you love this." He says.

"You're not even reading."

"I know. But it's relaxing. I could do this more often."

I scoff jokingly. "In your dreams partridge."

"Speaking of dreams." He yawns. "I'm sleepy." He starts to blink slower.

"I'll wake you when it's time to leave." I tell him and lightly pat his cheek.

He runs his fingers through his own hair a few times, before letting himself let go and fall into a deep sleep.

I put down my book for a second, and look at him. All his features were now relaxed. He was quite adorable.

I think about touching his hair. It just looked so soft, and I knew I would like the way it felt.

"Don't be a pussy." I whisper to myself.

I slowly run my fingers through his hair. His reaction made me smile. He fluttered his eyes open, and sleepily smiled. "More." Was all he said.

It felt a bit weird, considering I had only known his for three days, but I continued.

I continued reading, only taking my hand from him to turn the page. He smirked in his sleep, and every once in a while would make a sudden movement that scared me to death.

After about thirty minutes, I put my book down, and rested one hand on his chest, and the other still messing with his hair.

I felt his heartbeat on my hand, which calmed me. I don't know why, but whenever I was stressed, mad, sad, or had any overwhelming emotions, listening or feeling the heartbeat of someone I cared about calmed me.

I guess it just reminded me that they were there. That they were alive.

I take a deep breath and look down at the boy. I couldn't help but smile.

When I look up, there's a girl running my way. "Shit." I mumble.

"Oh my god! I'm such a big fan of you two!" She exclaimed.