Run To You

Chapter 4

"Avi," Kirstie moans, and I push her into her bedroom

"Change into something comftorable," I close the door, and walk into the living room. Olaf bounds in happily, and I scruffle his ears. I run a hand through my hair. Tonight was going to take massive self control. Kirstie, drunk and thirsty, coming out of her bedroom later. Why does living with a true love who doesn't even love you back is the worst? I know I could be living in a third world country, no food or water, but Kirstie. Oh, beautiful Kirstie, who is single and perfect in every way. I sigh, and Kirstie walks out wearing one of my t shirts. I wonder where she got that.

"Put on some pants," I laugh.

"But Avi!" she moans. "Pants are not comfy."

"Leggings are comfy."

"But I like this, and you do too," she lazily climbs on my lap.

"Do you know," she gestures her head towards me, and slowly opens her eyes, "why I moved in?"

"Because Jeremy broke up with you?"

"That a-hole and I were done long ago, and I just stopped it. I moved in is because you," she poked my chest, "are a sexy beast, and I love you."

"You," I stutter, "love me?"

"Oh, yeah. I wanted to be near you," she slaps my chest, "all the time."

"Kirstie-" I start, but she slams her lips on mine. I forget she's drunk, and I forget everthing else. I just remember she loves me, and I love her, and were caught up in this true love, this intoxicating kiss. She straddles me, and I push her off gently.

"Kirstie, you're drunk," I push her off of me.

"Avi, you're a boy," she slurs.

"Kirstie," I scold. "We can't kiss. Not while you're drunk."

"But I may not get to kiss you again," she sobers right up.

"What?"

"You're a gentleman, and you won't tell me this, because you wouldn't want me to be humiliated, and also you didn't say you loved me," tears well in her eyes.

"Oh Kirstie,"I pull her into my chest, "I do love you."

She sobs."Do you even know how hard it is to live with the person you love?"

"I think I do, with you Kirst," I rub circles on her back.

"Avi?" She looks up at me.

"Yeah?" I smile.

"Can we cuddle tonight? In your bed?" she wraps her arms around my waist.

"Sure, but I'm not explaining in the morning," I smirk, and she offers a (fake) laugh.

"C'mon," she slurs.

"Are you gonna let go of my waist?" I laugh.

"Nope," she slaps her lips together.

"Fine. See you in the morning."