When I saw him

I can't fall for him

I can't be in love. I just can't. Not after Thomas. Not after that summer. Not after the funeral.

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. Images of that summer flash through my head, and tears stream down my face. I don't know where Blake went, but he's still in the house. I sat there for a good twenty minutes when I heard foot steps come up the stairs. I looked up and he was standing in my doorway, shirtless. I knew my cheeks were bright red. I could feel my face get hot.

"I made you breakfast. I hope you like bacon, eggs, and toast," he said walking over and placing the tray in my lap.

I laughed, looking at the pathetic little "breakfast" placed before me. "I'm guessing you've never made a real breakfast before."

He laughed and scratched the back of his head. "How'd you know?"

"Well, usually my eggs don't have their shells in them," I said picking out a white egg shell from the scrambled yellow mess. I flicked the shell at Blake and it landed on his nose. He crossed his eyes and tried to blow it off. We laughed so hard the sour milk spilled from my tray. I got up to clean the mess and Blake's laughter stopped. I looked back and he was staring at me. I was blushing again.

"Why?" He asked.

"Why what?" I was confused.

"Why do you push me out?"

"I already answered this. Blake I ju-"

"Don't wanna talk about it. I know that, but I want a real answer." He looked up at me with big green eyes. The one thing we had in common. Our eye color.

I didn't want to tell him about Thomas. Or that summer after Freshman year. Or the funeral. But I did and I couldn't stop myself from doing it.

"Thomas was my first boyfriend, my first true love, my first kiss, my first date. We had a summer romance after freshman year. He treated me like a princess. Every Saturday we went to the park for a picnic. Then one day I went to meet him at the park, but he wasn't there. I called him, but he didn't answer. So, I called his mom. She answered, but with a voice so gloomy I knew something was wrong. She explained the whole thing to me. Thomas was on his way to meet me when he got in a car crash. It was a hit and run by a semi. It sent him and his car flying off the bridge. He died on impact. And all at once my world came crashing down. I went to the funeral, but I couldn't put our flower on his coffin. I couldn't do anything, but stand there. That day I vowed I'd never fall in love again. Love brings too much pain. And I'm afraid I'm falling for you."

He looked at me with understanding eyes.

"I would never leave," he said softly.

"Thomas said that too, and still he left me." tears were swelling in my eyes.

"Thomas didn't leave you. That bastard of a truck driver took him from you. No one would ever take me from you."

I don't know what happened after that. All I know is we were kissing. I ran my finger through his black hair and felt like we were one. Thomas completely left my mind. There wasn't a Thomas and me anymore, it's only me and Blake.

He pulled me on his lap and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his next and pulled him even closer.

Then there was a high pitched squeal. We pulled apart and I jumped off his lap. I looked over to see who it was. Adri.

I stormed over to her and pulled her out of my room and down to the kitchen.

"Yes?" I asked impatiently.

"IcametogetyoutogoseeAntoniabutnowiseethatishouldhavejustleftyoualonecause-"

"Adri breath!" I shook her by her shoulders. "What about Antonia?"

"She's in a minor coma and her dad refuses to come home to see her."

I sighed and grabbed my keys. I headed toward the door, but Blake was standing in my way.

"I'm coming with you," he said. I looked in his eyes.

"No."

He narrowed his eyes and ,before I could even blink, he grabbed my keys out of my hands. He ran out the door to the car. Adri was next to me laughing and rolling on the floor. I rolled my eyes and walked to my car. Blake was sitting in the driver's seat with the engine running. I opened the black car door and dropped in the seat.

"What hospital?" He asked while rolling out of the drive way.

"St. S." I said.

We drove to the hospital in silence. He pulled into the parking lot and parked right by the door.

"Do you want me to come in?" He asked.

"Um..."

"Just kidding you have no choice!" He said getting out of the car.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait." I said grabbing his hand. "Come here first."

He sat down in the seat with a smirk on his face. I pulled closer to his face and and smiled at him. His lips grazed mine and he reached back to close the door. He pushed his lips against mine and ran his hands through my hair. His hands moved to my back and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I stopped us by putting my hands over his mouth.

Smiling I said, "Lets go in. I wanna see Antonia."

He slumped back against the door. "Fine," he mumbled with a smile.