Purple Eyes - J.H

Chapter 29

Jaden pov

"Ugh. Where is it?" She has been stressing for the last five minutes trying to find the bag she had gotten for Kash.

It's fun to watch her when she's concentrated. She does little things to keep herself concentrated on the task at hand. Like when she's cooking, she will start to hum songs as she cooks. When she is writing she often taps her pen or pencil against that paper as she is reading over what she wrote. When she's drawing she likes to fiddle and play with the eraser in her hand. She has actually managed to master picking it apart with one hand, she never realised she does it but it's cute.

When she trying to find something, she'll put the stuff she's already looked through in piles based on colour. In the whole five minutes she's been looking around my room for that one bag, I've found out that I own boxers that aren't restricted to black or white, clean obviously, and at some point Trinity hid Hollys trombone in hear.

If Blair would just open her eyes a little more, she would have noticed that Kash's bag is sat in my lap as I play with the strings of it.

"Have you seen it?" She asked me, not turning around from my desk, something she had looked over twelve times already.

"I don't know." I said.

I watched her as I saw her halt all of her movements. Already knowing she's gonna have the angriest look on her face, I watch her slowly turn to face me at the vagueness of my answer. Her glare hardens as she stares at the bag placed on my lap. I saw her eyes glint with something vengeful and decide that it's time to quickly defend myself.

"You fucking put it on me this morning after you woke me up. You then left the room and woke me up again when I fell asleep. You also proceeded to tell me to be careful when I went to roll onto my back and almost dropped the bag. I got on my back and you placed the bag back on my legs and then after putting your contacts, that you don't need, in you had a meltdown cause you couldn't find the bag." I explained.

I saw her squint her eyes. She walked towards me and ripped the bag off my legs, immediately making me shiver from the lack of coverage on my legs. Who knew a fucking bag could radiate that much warmth? I heard her mumble under her breath as I got up and put some sweat pants and a hoodie.

"This is why you don't try and get things suuuuuuper organised at fucking five in the morning sweetheart." I answer to a question she never asked. I quickly put a usb on my keychain, remembering the promise I made to Kash last time I visited.

"Okay fuck you. I woke up at four because I had an impulse to push a needle through my nose. You didn't have to wake up with me." She scoffed as she started to take the things out of the bag to make sure she got the right stuff.

"Well when you make so much noise getting u- wait a fucking minute. What the fuck did you say?" I double take as I replay what she said in my head and processed it. I then looked at her face more intently and low and behold, she has a new addition to her tattoo and piercings collection. Septum piercing... cute.

"I had an impulse to give myself a septum piercing. To be fair, it's kind of a coping mechanism at this point. Something traumatic happens and I put a new hole in my body. Pretty sure that's how I ended up with nipple piercings." She says absentmindedly. She then paused and realised what she said and giggled a bit, before continuing to fold the clothes she got for Kash.

"Good to know I guess." I chuckle as she finally finishes packing the bag.

"You know you're probably going to hate me. But we're not actually meeting with Kash until like three pm." She giggles nervously as I glare at her with a blank face.

"You know what? You just lost bed privileges. Have fun sleeping on the floor." I said as I collapsed back onto my bed and quickly returned to my covers, removing my hoodie in the process, too lazy to take of the sweats. I quickly felt a body climb on top of me. "What the fuck?" I grumble as she laughs.

"You said I couldn't sleep on the bed. You never said anything about sleeping on top of you." She replied smugly.

I grumbled a few curse words under my breath as I allowed her to lay there. She soon sat up and straddled my waist. I opened one eye to see what she was doing and she was just sitting there. Pretty sure she reached out for her phone when suddenly I felt a hand undoing and redoing the tight curls against my head. I sighed in content and rested my hands on top of her thighs.

"Go to sleep." She whispered. I wanted to respond but was entirely too tired to. I let a small hum of happiness before I let the darkness consume me.

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Blair POV

Okay I'm scared. I don't know what it is. But every time I'm with him, I get this really warm feeling. It feels almost right. Love?

No, no it can't be. I don't know what that feels like. I can't say I love him, that's not fair to him.

I'm really scared. I'm so vulnerable to him, he could tell me to torture myself in the most graphic way possible, and I would oblige with no resistance. That's how much control he has over me.

I'm terrified that he will use the his advantage. I know he won't because he isn't like that. But my past self can't help but be the slightest bit concerned about that possibility.

I just melt into his touch every time his skin grazes against mine. It feels right, like we're two pieces of a puzzle and we just fit together.

I also love how he is constantly trying to get me to take my contacts out.

To be honest for a while I have been wanting to take them out more often, I just adore the way he praises them when he realises I've hidden them. It's the little things he does that makes me melt.

If he sees me picking at the skin on my fingers, he pulls them away and holds one of my hands to keep them separate.

Or if he's holding my waist, he traces the scars and stretch marks with his fingers and follows the patterns they create together.

Or my favourite is when he's holding my wrist. Again he'll trace over my scars with his fingers, but he will also kiss them. He's just randomly pepper kisses over my wrist.

It's so cute when he's cuddling up to me, and will just nuzzle his head into my chest or into my neck. His previously fluffy hair would tickle me as it brushes against my skin lightly. It's also adorable how in his sleep, he'd squeeze me that little bit tighter in his dream. Or the little whimpers he lets out when he has a nightmare before he'll wake himself up, just for me to quickly usher him back into his sleep by intertwining his hair between my fingers.

I don't know what this feeling is exactly, but what I do know, is that I don't want it to leave just yet. I'm perfectly fine with it staying forever. It gives me something to live for.

He is my reason to live. He is my home. I'm home with him.

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A/N - 👀👀