An Impossible Choice

Just friends

Christ on the side <3

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Emma POV

“STUPID CAN YOU BE” I hear Christ yell finishing my train of thought he grabbed me by an arm and pulled me up.

I blush softly staring up at his beautiful face but what’s more his muscles tensing up as he pulls my weight up. His tight white under shirt was perfect for viewing the outlines of his chest muscles and abs.

He yanks me inside his home exasperated running his hand through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck with it anger evident in his eyes. “What were you thinking? Tell me?” He says his tone cold as he shoves me in to his couch.

As I sit down as his form feels bigger I suddenly feel small and stupid like a child. “I… I wanted an explanation” I stutter trying to find my voice.

“And you thought of putting your life endanger for it?” He asks running his hand through his hair and then down to his neck and rubbing it for a few seconds before he began pacing back and forward. He stopped and closed his eyes breathing in and out.

Boy was he mad. I didn’t know if I should answer or stay quiet but then his eyes shot open and stared me “Well?” he asks demanding an explanation.

I swallow hard and mumble “I wasn’t thinking… I’m sorry…”

“Of course you weren’t thinking! You could have died!” he says and sits in front of the coffee table which put him right in front of me.

“I’m sorry… I just didn’t want you to disappear from my life before… before I even got to know you” I say feeling tears prickling the back of my eyes ready to come out any second.

He sights staring in to my eyes obviously calmer now. “Please don’t cry… I didn’t mean to yell at you” he says softly placing his hand on my cheek and rubbing his thumb over it. “I was worried…” he adds then rests his head against my shoulder.

Now he felt smaller them me and fragile. I put my arms around his shoulders and hold on to him “You were worried about me?” I ask blushing softly a smile creeping in to my lips.

“Of course… I care about you… which is why I don’t think we should talk any more” he says pulling back to sit and retreating his hand.

I grasp his hand and shake my head quickly “I don’t want you to stop talking to me… I want to at least be friends” I say.

Truthfully I want to be more then friends. Especially how that kiss felt or how his gentle hand in mine feels. It’s like my whole body responds to his voice and body. I blush bright red glancing up at him. His eyes were sad and I remembered what my mom said.

“If you’re worried about hurting me… I’m pretty strong” I say lifting my chin high.

“Your not and that’s the problem” He states staring right in to my eyes then sights “Its also something I like about you…”

“Then… why not get to know me better?” I ask smiling softly as I move closer to him. “Like FRIENDS and I won’t ask for more” I quickly add with panicky. My chest hurt from my words.

He stared in to my eyes for a long time it was as if he was searching for an answer or maybe just reassurance that I wouldn’t ask for more. So I tried to look as honest and innocent as possible.

He let out a loud sight as he leans back slouching slightly on the coffee table looking defeated. “Fine” he groans.

“I’m so glad!” I say hugging him.