"C'mon, it's been 3 days. Just talk to me," I whined. She has still yet to budge from giving me the silent treatment and I was slowly becoming insane to the point of tears.
"Baby, I love you," I said, my voice cracking because of the tears threatening to spill.
She sighed and sat down on the couch, I sat down next to her and leaned over so I could rest my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I felt her small hand on my shoulder, just barely. She moved it up and down in a soothing manner and then worked her hand up to my neck, then my hair. She played with the tiny hairs at the back of my neck.
I sighed deeply, this was a breakthrough.
"Come on," I urged, not moving from my position, "Talk to me. It's killing me."
"I'm sorry," She breathed.
I sat up a little and turned my body to face hers, "Thank you," I gave her a small smile which she returned.
"Don't thank me," She blushed.
"Too late," I teased and leaned forward to peck her lips.
She rolled her eyes in a teasing manner and almost laughed.
"Whatever."
"Whatever, Princess," I mocked
She stood up and pulled her skirt down a little and walked away but I could still see her small grin. That grin.
This was all back to the way it should be. She was no longer mad at me and finally talking to me again. I was happy again. Peace was restored in the Hemmings household.
Or shall I say, Charleston and Hemmings household.
Or soon to be Hemmings household.
Whatever it shall be named, it was ours. Mine, hers, ours.
Wow, real pansy of you Luke, real nice.
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number 96 :: lrh
RandomLuke Hemmings, nothing but a normal teenage boy. He plays hockey, and goes to parties. He had many plans, but the small girl that came crashing into his life was not one of them. He never knew what their friendship would turn into or how much of an...
