125 and 214 Shades of Grimes

I. Can't. Breathe.

“You can’t catch me!” I yelled and ran onto the stage. I heard footsteps behind me, and I looked back to see Edward chasing after me. I circled the stage with Edward tagging along.
“I’ll catch you and you’ll regret being so smug!” Edward called; I looked back and giggled because of his sword. It was swinging with his movement and I just could not hold it in anymore. I had to let my giggles out. I did not know why but I just found that really funny. He looked like an exceptionally good-looking little kid with that toy sword on his belt instead of the sexy and mysterious guy that he usually was.
I looked up to see John smiling at us, which was just as breath-taking as his twin’s smile, and I got distracted. I slowed down for a moment and Edward slammed into my back, engulfing me in his arms. He held me with my back against his front, and I was trapped – I could not even move my arms as he had his arms locked tightly around me. My heart rate began to pick up again as he rested his chin on my shoulder, just like how John did earlier.
The heat. Oh God. This always got me, their body warmth.
“Gotcha,” he whispered into my ear – but of course, the audience could also hear through his mic and I could hear that they were getting excited from their murmurs and squeals. I blushed.
All of a sudden, Edward began to tickle me using the hand which was resting on my waist. I began to laugh and shake, wiggling in his arms, and it was like we were fighting. As I was very ticklish, I was pushing against Edward with all my might.
“Ah,” I squeaked, “Stop! I can’t breathe!”
“This is for your behavior earlier,” Edward said, both his hands tickling me even more severely now.
As we were pushing around, we both stumbled onto the floor, and we ended up rolling around the stage – it was very inappropriate in front of the students, but I could not help it, I was really ticklish!
At last Edward stopped and he was hovering above me. Now that I was not being tickled and distracted, the situation began to sink in. We were actually in a very embarrassing position.
Edward was staring into my eyes, and I stared back, lost in the swirl pools of green. His heated breath was on my lips, and I could feel my breath quicken. Hopefully they could not hear it through the mic, or I would be done.
Then Edward sat up and extended his hand. I took it and he pulled me up. We were both on our feet again, and I could hear people whispering excitedly.
With one hand holding my elbow firmly, Edward raised his other hand and trailed his fingertips from my temple to my chin. He ran his forefinger across my lower lip slowly, and let it fell back onto my shoulder and he rested it there.
This reminded me of what John did to me on the dance floor last week. I blushed at the memory, and bit my lip – oh God, I also did that when John did this to me!
I lifted my gaze and glanced behind Edward to see John smirking at me. He definitely still remembered that – did he plan this with Edward?
I quickly released my lower lip from between my teeth, and looked up at Edward.
“Snow White,” Edward said in a soft voice – oh no, here came the part that I feared the most – “You’re the kindest, sweetest and the most beautiful lady I’ve ever met. And I find myself falling in love with you. I promise I’ll never be like that man who drove you into the forest. I love you.”
A vigorous explosion was taking place inside my body and I could almost feel steam coming up from the top of my head – I was blushing majorly, and Edward totally noticed that… He was smirking at me, just like his brother.
The audience hooted, and I was trying to swim pass the distractions in my head to find my voice, “I – Eric, you’re the best person that I’ve ever come across, and I’ve never felt this happy with someone else before. I – I love you too,”
“Kiss her!” someone from the audience shouted. Uh—
The world came to a stop as Edward’s lips met the corner of my lips. I widened my eyes, and my breath hitched in my throat. I could not breathe and my heart had jumped up to my throat.
He was kissing the corner of my mouth on the side which faced the audience so it would look more like a real kiss to them.
“Can I swap position with you Mr. Grimes?” some boy shouted.
“Oh God Miss (your last name) is so lucky!” a girl squealed.
The audience was going crazy, so was my inside. My mind, my body, my everything. The whole world was crashing down onto me and everything seemed to be spinning, even though it was not even a proper kiss.
After a few seconds, he swept me off my feet without warning, and my startled scream was once again hitched in my throat just like everything. He was holding me bridal style, and he backed towards the side of the stage with me in his arms, his lips never leaving me.
The audience was still cheering and screaming when we were safely behind the curtains, and Edward finally pulled back and set me down on my feet. I staggered a little and he quickly shot out his arms to steady me. I stared at him wide-eyed.
He raised an eyebrow at me while turning off the mics, and I could hear the two seniors whispering behind Edward.
“Breathe (Yn), breathe,” he whispered.
Then I realized I still had not started breathing. I quickly drew in the much-needed air, and Edward chuckled.
“Okay, next scene – move the stool onto the stage please,” he commanded the boy. I calmed down slightly and he turned to me. He looked amused, “This will be the last one – I’ll be chopping a tree with you sitting on the floor beside me, and John will throw an apple out at you – catch it and eat it, then pretend to be dead after letting out a small scream. And when I kiss you, wake up and that’s it.”
Okay. So he would be kissing me again. Oh God. OH God. OH GOD.
“Breathe, (Yn),” Edward cocked his head to one side, “And ready?”
I blushed, embarrassed, then nodded. We turned on our mics and Edward took my hand after grabbing the fake hatchet on the side. Jeez, he still gave me electrical shock with the slightest physical contact. John did the same thing to me too.
We stepped onto the stage once again and Edward led me towards the stool. I sat on the floor next to him, and he began to throw the hatchet at the stool.
“One day, Snow White and Eric go to the forest as Eric needs to get some apple wood, and that is when an apple fell from the tree…” John was being the narrator again, and then he turned to throw an apple at me from behind the curtains. I caught it – thank God I did not embarrass myself by missing – and observed it for a bit before taking a bite.
I chewed it and swallowed it, and then I dropped the apple dramatically – it rolled to the side towards John – and clutched my throat. I pretended to be suffocating and made some weird noises.
Edward quickly turned around, and knelt down beside me. I looked at him, then closed my eyes and fell back, pretending to be dead.