Clichè

18

Today is the day I get my DNA test back that I took yesterday morning. I waited by my phone all day, coffee in hand and Harry by my side. I tapped my red nails on the granite counter top of the bar in the kitchen, crossing my legs below the stool I was occupying. I looked around the room, cream walls, a cheesy picture of a garden above the bed. I looked to the window and saw the city lights outside, glimmering off the wet road. Chicago was nice, but I like home better it was a lot more warm. Harry's hand lay on top of mine, I can feel him staring at me, watching where my eyes follow. I think he's more interested in me then I thought. I turned my head and kissed his cheek. He smiled and pulled me into a hug, resting his chin on the top of my head. "What do you want the news to be?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't care either way." I stifled a laugh, "But obviously Kurtis is a asshole, Gary is a psychopath, it's not like either of them are going to care for me anyways." I sighed, letting go of his hand and staring back down at my phone. "I just want something good to happen to me. For once in a lifetime I would like a surprise! For God sake, look at my luck, it sucks." I raised my voice, I was becoming hysterical. I didn't want to get angry, but the more I thought about my situation it made my mind go numb. I did not want to lash out on Harry, I needed to get all this anger out. Harry leaned into me and kissed my head over and over. He hummed and swayed back and forth, somewhat comforting. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't hold back my hot tears. Suddenly, my phone rang abruptly and the number to the hospital popped up. "Hello." I almost shouted in the speaker. The lady on the other line giggled a bit before replying to my boarder line rude answer.

"Hi, Miss Smyth. I'm calling to say that your results came out positive. Kurtis is indeed your biological father. I hope this is good news!" She said. I breathed in sharply and wiped my tears before responding to this overly perky woman. "Yes, yeah thanks. It's great news." I hung up the phone. Burying my head into my palms, I rubbed my tired eyes. "I think I'm going to shower." Getting up, I brushed past Harry and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed my arm when I was halfway there and spun me around.

"What..." I whined. He looked me right in the eyes. His piercing green orbs staring right back at me.

"You're so sad, aren't you?" He asked me. I scrunched my eyebrows together. "You look so sad." He said again.

"What?" I was so confused.

"When I look at you, I don't see...you. Your face is blank. I watched you a couple minutes ago staring at the walls. You didn't even look in thought like you usually do. Your eyes are so tired and glazed over all the time. Yesterday, when we ... You know in the car after the prison visit, in the parking lot? Yeah, it was different. You seem so distant from me." He said. He looked sad now, which made me upset, but then I grew sympathetic. My sucky attitude was spreading to him when he was just trying to be there for me.

"Look, I'm sorry if my mood has changed lately, and if I have influenced you to seem down in the dumps like I seem all the time. This last week or two has been the hardest of my life. I'll get over it, but right now all I can do is have you by my side, and I thank you for that." I said, weakly smiling.

"Jessi, I just want you to be happy." He whispered, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. He leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I have to admit, I am sad. Death, cheating, guilt. I was the total package of despair and more. His soft lips continued to move against mine. "Jump." I wrapped my legs around his torso, he threw me on the bed, making me laugh in the process. "You're so beautiful like this." He said, hovering over me.

"I have on leggings and a baggy hoodie, no makeup. I look like should join the prison with my dad." I laughed, cupping his face with hands.

"I like you this way,I can see you naturally, and natural is the best way." He said. I brought his mouth back to mine, locking our lips. He pressed his hips on mine, his chest as well. Our tongues fought for dominance as the heat in the room picked up. He lifted his lips from mine and ran his hands to the band of my leggings. He looked up, and I nodded giving him approval. I took off my own sweatshirt and he the same. Our naked bodies pressed against each other as he sucked on my neck, leaving marks that I am sure would show up tomorrow. I groaned and wrapped my hands around his neck. "Jessi." He said, panting.

"Yeah?" I looked up. He was looking over my shoulder, in thought. His eyes suddenly locked with mine,

"I-I think I'm in love with you."