Fucking Christ. Did she just leave? Just like that? I didn't even get the chance to say anything.
I sigh as I rush down the stairs and pull on my boots, grabbing an umbrella from the hall closet and flying through the door to go find Addie.
Mum didn't ask where I was going, or maybe she did. But I was fast out of the house, immediatley noticing the temperature change. It was cold and rainy, and it made my stomach flip a little bit. I felt bad, I felt really bad that I made Addie storm out like that; in the wet, cold rain.
And there she was.
And I screamed her name. She was only about twenty feet in front of me, her hair blowing out behind her from the wind, her shoes sloshing awkwardly through the damp puddles left in empty spaces in concrete.
"Addie!" I scream once again, she turned this time and she had tears on her face. Or maybe it was the rain. Or possibly both.
I ran towards her, my umbrella screeching as I dragged it across the ground.
"What do you want, Michael?" she asked glumly, tucking her chin into her sweater. I shrug out of my rain coat and place it on her shoulders, then covering her in shelter of the umbrella, I take a breath; carefully thinking about what to say next.
"Addie, what I said back in my room, that was really, really mean. I am so sorry, I really didn't mean for it come out like that. I didn't mean for it to sound like I didn't want you with me, I like talking and hanging out with you."
Her expression changed, and she went from teary, blurry eyed to hopeful so quickly I should have been worried.
"Okay..." she said slowly, dragging the toe of her shoe in a tiny spot of mud.
"Okay." I agreed. I watched she looked up at me and smiled.
"What?"
"So do you like me?" she smiled again, brighter this time, and it made me want to stay in the rain just a bit longer, because with her smiling like that, it felt like it was Spring, and it was hot and cold at the same time. Her smile made the rain disappear, like the sun. All hatred was gone when she was happy; like she made the world spin.
Or maybe she just made my world spin.
"Well?" she asked once more, reminding that it was creepy to just stare dreamily into someone's mouth.
"Well, I don't really know, if I'm being honest; and I don't think you want me to lie to you."
She looked down, and her smile disappeared, and it was like the rain came crashing down in violent booms of thunder and lightning, and all world was covered in a cover of sadness. The world seemed to go black and white, like her joy was the only thing that brought colour to the Earth. The only thing bringing life.
"Oh."
"But we can come back to my house for hot chocolate and I can get you into dry clothes. I'm pretty sure your mom would kill me if you came home with a cold." I tried to chuckle.
She walked forward and to my side, and I decided I would hold her hand. She seemed to brighten up a bit when I did that, and I contemplated the fact that she very well could like me.
The walk back up to the house was short. It could have been even shorter if Addie hadn't almost died by slipping on slippery cobbblestone walkways.
We carefully stepped up the stairs, I more cautious that she, because her mom would murder not only me, but my whole family if her only daughter died. Even if she had more, I'd probably still be dead.
I opened the door and let her step inside first, she stood on the little mat for wet shoes inside while I put the umbrella down, and stepped inside with her.
She was the one who intertwined our fingers this time, and I knew that I liked it. Her hands were warm and very small and they looked so cute clasped in with mine. Her nails were long and neat, and I couldn't help but think about how they would feel scraping my back as I fucked her.
"Michael..." I heard her say.
I didn't answer, I was too deep in dirty thoughts. How she would moan my name, high pitched mewls coming from her mouth as I kissed her. The soft touch of her skin. The feel of her hands on me. Fuck.
"Michael, I'm really wet."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How innocent she would sound as she got touched for the first time, how she would look on her knees for me, fuck, what the fucking fuck.
"Michael, I can see your stiffie," she giggled.
And I snapped back.
"I-" my voice came out squeaky and defencive. "I don't have one," I tried to use a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay, well, can I get changed? I'm dripping on your floor..."
You will be. No. Stop this, it's bad, very bad Michael.
"Yeah, my room's upstairs. Come on," I grab her hand once again, enjoying her soft skin.
She dragged her hand against the wall of family portraites, even trying to stop at some of them, but I continued pulling her through the hallway, until we reached my door.
"And this, this here," I motioned to my door, "is my room."
I opened my door and she gasped, running through the door to flop onto my bed.
"Addie, you're wet!"
She giggled and jumped off, "sorry."
"It's okay." I said, trying very hard to direct my attention towards my dresser droors and not her very naked, and very wet open legs.
I grapped a baseball t-shirt, blue and white, and a pair of my Superman boxers.
"You can get changed into these. Um, the bathroom is down the hall, to the left, or I can leave and you can change here." I said awkwardly, scratching my neck.
"I'm too lazy, can I just change here?"
"Um, I mean, sure, I guess."
Her jeans were half way down her legs, her underwear were floral with lace, and I could half her ass.
Boners are bad, Michael. No, no, no.
Her shirt was off, and her bra was black and the top half was pleather. Her boobs were really, really pushed up. Her skin was so pale, and it would look so good covered in hickies.
I didn't really notice her standing her next to me, grabbing the clothes out of my hands, how could I have when her boobs were bouncing up and down with every step? Her hips swinging with her movement. Fuck.
And just as quick as it had happened, her body was gone, covered in my clothes. And she looked so good, her hair drying in loose waves around her body.
"You are so beautiful," I whisper, (even though I didn't mean to. But I still meant it."
It happnened in a matter of seconds, she pushed me against my dresser, her tippy toes pressing her forehead to mine. Her breath smelled like hot chocolate.
She pressed her lips to mine in a rush of confidence and I grabbed the back of her neck to pull her close. Her hands entangled in my hair and the other on my jaw.
And then she pulled away.
"But you know, you said you didn't like me," and she wiped her mouth and walked away from me.
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