One Smile

The Definition of Sexy

SAM POV
"Wait, so you did all of that and he didn't say anything to you when you came down? What the fuck," Ally shakes her head at me. Her and Liz have been comforting me for hours while I cry from drugs and pain.

"Antonio, if you don't give me some weed to smoke or eat I'm not going to make it through the night," I groan again. I'm tired of talking about Jake. Yes he upset me, but it does no good to hold on to anger.

"Bella. You can't have weed. You have morphine. I think-"

"Who's shoulder is shot? I honestly don't care what you think right now Tony. I'm tired," I plead with my eyes. "Look, I love you all but I need sleep and some alone time. Thank you for being here for me but you have to go," I smile at them all but can see that they are hurt. Almost dying made me realize that I need personal boundaries and to just live.

"Sure Bella. We'll check in tomorrow," Tony winks while Liz slips me my request. Thank god.

*****
I feel the bed dip beside me and wonder when I fell asleep. I turn but my shoulder stops me and I wince.

"Easy baby. I didn't mean to wake you. I-" Jake starts. I can tell he was crying because his voice is scratchy. I love an alpha male that shows emotions.

"I love you and I know you were coming from a place of worry. But, I need you in the present. Not thinking about what could have happened or what might be. Hanging off that roof I thought it was over. But it was kind of poetic that you were below me. It feels like my life didn't really start until I fell for you, it's only right that it ended falling to you and for you again." I feel him move closer to me and I curl in to him the best my shoulder will let me. "We both let our emotions make matters worse. I don't want to feel like this with you. You're the best part of my life Jake. I am sorry if I ever made you feel like you're not," I whisper as I kiss his chest.

"I cried the entire way here like a bad teenage soap opera because I felt awful frizz. How do you manage to be so petty all the time amazes me. It's an art," his low chuckle vibrates through his body and I realize I haven't fully lived in the moment with his love. Everything about him is love, most importantly he taught me that I'm love and am worthy of love. God I sound philosophical. Chicken wisdom?

"Chicken wisdom? That's new," he chuckles again. Why am I always speaking allowed? "You did really good today. I should have never doubted you frizz."

"Did I look as hot as I felt when I was dangling from the roof? Total bad ass," I wince as I try to shimmy my shoulders.

"You mean when you were flailing from a roof while saying you can't concentrate on my stupid face because of gravity? Yes. The definition of sexy," I smile as I feel my eyes get heavier. He is my person and I'm so ready to see what else can go right.

"Can we get chicken tomorrow? I love you," like taking candy from a baby.

"Jonas will be here with all the chicken you can need. Go to sleep," he pulls the blanket up and I drift to sleep thinking about graduation. I'm ready.