Zombie Girl

How it should be

Y/N's POV-

"So when did you move here?" I ask Pieck as I feel the warmth of her back against my own.

It was late at night and we both were wide awake. The two of us lay in my bed, facing opposite directions while our backs lightly brushed. Every time she laughed I felt her back push closer up against me, and I'm too afraid to admit I liked it. She decided to sleep over again, and we didn't do much today after what happened. Danielle took my dad back to her place to settle things with him, so who knows how long it'll be until he comes back.

"I moved about two months ago, and waited a month before deciding what school I wanted to go to." Said Pieck, with a low yet soft voice.

"Oh. Are you happy you chose my school?"

Pieck chuckled as if it was the dumbest question she has ever heard. "If I didn't come to this school I wouldn't have met you."

My face grew hot and I dug the side of it into my pillow, concealing my unseen embarrassment. "Stop talking like we're a thing. We aren't. I still think you're a weirdo."

"You can think whatever you want to think about me", she takes a deep breath, "but I will never stop having these feelings for you. I mean it's been pretty obvious that I really like yo-"

"Why?! I'm an asshole! I call you mean names and I treat you unfairly!"

"It doesn't matter. I've seen your soft spot, Y/N. I know that you aren't as bad as you look and I know that you go through so much yourself. I don't care if you hate my guts, I won't stop being in-" She ceases her words, and I furrow my eyebrows, curious if she was going to say what I think she was going to say.

I decide to ignore it and follow up with another question to relieve the awkwardness. "When did you start liking me?"

The girl takes a while to respond, "When I first saw you."

Once again, I become flushed with embarrassment. Everything she is saying to me makes me want to crawl in a deep space and never come out. I'm not good with words, yet she is the best talker I've ever encounter. I don't understand how she can say all the right words and make them feel so meaningful to a person like me. She said I had a soft spot... well, do I? No. I don't. I can't. Why would I?

"How?"

She huffs out a soft breath, gripping the bottom of the blanket cover with her toes in embarrassment. "Because I just thought as soon as I saw you, I saw the most beautiful person I've ever set my eyes upon."

"Now you're just being cheesy", I scoff, although my body continued to grow hotter.

"You asked why!" Pieck giggles in her defense.

"Yeah whatever."

Silence replaced the atmosphere. All that was left was the heavy heartbeats beaming out of the both of our chests, and the tense air circulating around the room. My eyes fluttered just before I slowly let them fall down to rest. Blackness was all I saw at the moment, or so I thought.

All I could think about was her. I hate it. I can't stop her from leaving my mind no matter how hard I try. I hate how she's seen the soft side of me. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Yet... I still seem to want every single moment with her to last. Why? I hate her. She's weird. That's right, keep reminding myself that. She's weird. She's weird. She's wei-

The side of the bed changes in weight as I feel Pieck shift a little closer, unintentionally grazing her knee against my back leg. Curious to see how close she was, I turn over onto my opposite side to face her. As soon as my cheek fits comfortably into the pillow, I notice it. I notice how close she was. How her nose was touching mine. How our legs had no intention of leaving space. How our eyes stared back into each others in a shocked emotion.

"I uh... heh I'm sorry. I shouldn't have turned around." I laugh it off and begin to turn my body over, just before she stops me with a hand on my arm.

"It's... fine." Said Pieck in a shrunken voice.

"Ok." I lay my head back down, not as close as it was, but still close. I could still hear her heartbeat and feel her heavy breaths, which seemed to be good enough.

Our gaze stayed upon each other like glue. The air felt like it was crashing down onto me. I wanted to sink down into the bed where I could have no outside interaction. If only.

Pieck leisurely moves her head closer, where I feel her forehead slowly push against mine. Why? Why am I allowing this?

Finally I release my gaze from her, only to track my eyes down to her lips, which almost surprised me of how close they were. Centimeters. Only centimeters. And I still allowed us to stay like this.

"Pieck I think we should maybe go to bed", I sigh and slowly retreat my head.

"Don't do that."

Pieck grabs the side of my cheek an forces it back down onto the pillow. "Just... one."

"One? One wh-"

"You know what", she cuts me off and traces her thumb against my bottom lip, keeping her hand rested upon my flushed cheek.

"F...fine. Just one though!"

She nods before we both close our eyes and let our lips take away. Her hand strokes my cheek as her breathes become more audible the closer she came. Finally, her warm, soft lips latch onto my own, guiding mine to move in sync with hers. They felt warm against my lips. Comforting. Soothing.

Unfortunately, after a few angelic second, she retreats her lips slowly away from mine. Almost like she was pleading for me to take her back, but I resisted the urge before it even came to mind.

Both of our cheeks were red, but the look we gave each other showed that just one, would not be enough.

"One mor-"

Pieck doesn't hesitate to crash her lips back on. This time, she lifts her head from the pillow and intensifies the kiss almost immediately. Her fingers lace trough mine and she pushes our hands down onto the pillow, right next to my head. I use my other arm and grab onto the side of her cheek, stroking it gently with my thumb, but still keeping our matureness in the kiss.

Once again, our lips detach with a hot breath escaping Pieck as she lets go.

"We shouldn't do this Pieck", I turn my head away from the girl, avoiding her expression which really, was the last thing I want to see right now. Just looking into her eyes will make me want to take her in for another kiss. It's not fair. I hate this.

"We already have. Why stop now?"

I remove my hand from her cheek, laying it atop of the bed where it originally was. "I'm sorry Pieck but... I don't have any special feelings for you okay?"

She nods, "Right. I'm sorry." Pieck takes her hand away from mine and spins back around on the bed, pushing as far away as she could, most likely to try and make me feel more comfortable. I sigh, feeling as I maybe went too hard on her.

No. No I didn't. Who am I to care? This is how it should be anyway.

Hey guys!! I'm so sorry for the short chapter and the late update, I've just lost so much interest in the story and I've been improving this whole thing. Usually I have a story board for my stories but ever since I got to the part where Pieck and her mom came over, I made it up as I went. I've also lacked motivation many times when I told myself I would complete a chapter, so again, I'm so sorry and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.