It's Not All Roses

C-10

A/N: double update since y'all wanted some spice.

Beatrice

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," I rolled my eyes, as Levi helps me put my short. I put my leg through one of the holes on my shorts, balancing my hands on his shoulders.

"I don't think you'll ever understand," He said, lifting up my shorts to my waist. He straightened his six foot and four inches in front of me, towering me. His eyes travel to my bare hands and stomach. "Why won't you put on a shirt?"

"Because I don't want it. And Betty is furry. I want to feel her fur on me," I folded my hands against my bare stomach, scowling at him. I don't understand why he wouldn't want to see me. I'm the hottest person I know. Once I figured out he wouldn't say anything more, I sighed and fell back onto my bed. It's soft. Comfortable. Better than yesterday's.

Levi sat on my bed, taking Betty in his lap. He looked down. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

I sighed heavily. "I don't know."

"Why didn't you tell me about the Mr. Prick I saw downstairs?" He asked, petting Betty.

"I don't even know the color of his eyes," I replied, nonchalantly. "He doesn't deserve to be talked about,"

"When did it happen anyway?" He asked, looking directly into my eyes, his eyes curious and mischief.

"Junior year summer vacation." That man didn't deserve to be known to Levi. He was that bad. "Mom likes him."

He nodded in understanding as his hands worked on Betty's head who was now asleep. He looked at me for a while and I saw disappointment slightly showing in them. He laid Betty aside and scooted forward, his knees touching my bare legs. He took my hands in his and started stroking his thumb over my knuckles. His hands hot against my cold one's. He let out a soft breath and looked down, his messy dark curls falling onto his face. When he spoke, his voice was smooth like velvet. "Why didn't you get out of your room, Bee? Why are you not taking care of yourself?"

I didn't want to tell anyone about my situation. Especially not Levi considering that he cared about me so much. But after him coming to my house and breaking into room, just to see me, I can't help but tell the truth to him. "It's complicated. I don't if you'll understand because I don't. I'll say it anyway." I stopped. He lifted his head and met my eyes. His eyes filled with concern. When he nodded, I said, "I just wanted to isolate myself from the world, Levi. People...they're making me uncomfortable and my thoughts...With my thoughts, I can't look at my own mother. I drank water the whole week."

He squeezed my hands in his, sending me shivers. "Do you feel like that now? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I think I just need a hug," I replied honestly. That's what I really wanted to do ever since we got out of the bathroom. I just wanted to lay on the bed, with him next to me.

Bare.

Nothing mattered now. Not school. Not the past. No hate. No love. Just a soul who wanted to clung to another. Not even my Mom tried to talk to me. When I stopped replying to Brandon, he stopped checking on me. I just came to a realization that even if I die in this room, nobody will know. Nobody will care other than Levi.

He smiled then, his eyes sad. I didn't want him to be sad. Not because of me. Not for me. Nothing to do with me.

He squeezed my hands once more before letting go and I already started feeling like an unsolved puzzle. He widened both his arms, motioning me to lean in. I did. I leaned in, wrapping my arms around his abdomen, resting my head on his heart, hearing it beat unevely. I didn't understand why he was nervous this time. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, resting his cheek on top of my head. I felt his warmth of his body against mine. I took in his pleasant scent. I knew he hadn't worn any cologne but yet he managed to smell as good as he did. I closed my eyes, feeling utterly comfortable with him.