Chapter Fourteen - The Start Of A Brewing Storm
"Good morning, Avery!" he chirps, grinning ear to ear as he stood by the front porch.
I raised a brow at him suspiciously. Why is he so happy this early? I know that he's always happy but, this it too much.
I walked closer to him, until I was in front of him. "What's with that look?"
He tilts his head in confusion with his oddly disturbing grin still etched onto his lips. "What look?"
I point at his face with a grimace. "That. It's disturbing."
He pouted, lips curved downwards as he's looking at me like I'm supposed to know. What did I do? He sees my conflicted expression and decides to tell the deal himself. "You mean you didn't remember?"
"Remember what?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Geez, Avery. At least remember something as important as that," he frowned, his brows crossed.
Wait...he frowned? I continued squinting my eyes at him, wondering in disbelief that Tom Beckett, the guy who always smiles and likes being insulted..is frowning. Was it really that important that it made him this upset?
Now I'm curious. What exactly did happened?
I shrug, too apathetic for my own good. "Sorry? I mean I don't even know what I'm apologizing for."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair and eyeing me in disappointment. "Then you shouldn't apologize if you don't know what you're apologizing about."
"Sheesh," I place a hand in surrender. "---no need to be moody, Beckett."
"Okay, so I did something or said something but I don't remember," I summarized. "---why don't you, lad, enlighten me?"
"Not without a please," he pouts like a child.
"For Pete's sake!" I threw my hands up in the air out of frustration. "---Please! Now will you tell me?"
"Well..."
"I visited you yesterday," he began, eyes trailing to the sidewalk. "--do you remember that?"
"Yeah."
"Well...weird things happened and I...." he trails off, wary of whether to continue.
"I mean you said that I'm...." he shyly mumured to himself, glancing far away with a blush spreading on his cheeks. "--uhm, a very special person."
I blinked, wondering if I just heard him utter those words. Was I hearing things again? Or did he forgot to separate his dreams from reality?
"What?"
"Like I said, you told me yesterday that I was one of your special--"
I shush him off with my pointer finger. "I heard you. You're kidding right?"
"I don't think you'd appreciate jokes Avery, so no," he winces. "--also, you hugged me yesterday. Yes you did and no I wasn't hallucinating."
Then my mind flashes back to the memories of when I was sick. It was hazy and I didn't remember anything except finding Tom that day sleeping on my chair. I squint my eyes, and forced my brain to remember the blank memories.
And suddenly it came blasting through me, seeing as how I smiled at him, held him and said such embarrassing things. I raised my palm and covered my face, trying to cover my beet red face.
I'm so embarrassed I don't know what to do. I said those things to him, acted like a clingy child in front of him! I could feel his gaze pierce through me. "Avery, are you alright? You're turning red."
