Right Where We Belong

Chapter 2 - Beautiful Eyes

Your beautiful eyes

Stare right into my eyes

And sometimes I think of you late at night

I don't know why

I wanna be somewhere where you are

-Beautiful Eyes, Taylor Swift

"HE TOLD YOU WHAT?" Julianne, her step-sister/girl best friend, screamed.

"Shut up, Jules. He's just next door." Nina reminded her stepsister.

Julianne's the daughter of her step-mom and was just about a year older than her.

"I don't care! Gosh! How can he be so... so... so cruel?" Julianne acted violently when Nina told her what happened.

"Well, he doesn't know how I feel."

"Then how can he be so... dumb?"

"It's not his fault." She felt like defending him and she didn't know why. Maybe because she knew she was right. It was not his fault that his best friend is secretly obsessed with the thought of being his girlfriend.

"Whatever. Kids these days." The other girl muttered and rolled her eyes. She always acted like she was already an adult, which she technically  was since she just turned eighteen a few months ago.

"I'll go upstairs. Just scream if you need something." Her stepsister said.

"Right. So the neighbors will call 911. No thanks."

"I was offering help." Julianne shrugged and began to walk away.

"Really?" She mumbled but her step-sister was out of earshot.

She decided to go to her room as well. It was already past ten but her Dad and stepmom were not yet home.

As she closed the door, she felt someone moving in the balcony which is just near her room. She was about to shout when a familiar figure went through her sliding window.

"What the hell, Ian? You scared me to death!" She hissed.

"Sorry." He grinned.

"You know you don't have to come here through the balcony. The door is always open for you, idiot." She said, clutching her chest.

"Of course it is! But where's the thrill in that?" His smile grew wider.

"Ugh. You're making my head ache." She sat on the sofa and watched him as he lie comfortably on the bed.

"So, why are you here?" She asked.

"What? I'm not allowed to visit my best friend now?" He said with mock disappointment.

"Mom loves you. But just in case you forgot, Mom's not living here anymore." She tried to hide the hurt and longing in her voice but it was all in vain. Ian knew her so damn much that he knew what her every movement meant - which was also the reason why she couldn't quite fathom why he was still oblivious of her feelings for him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he got off the bed and sat beside her.

"It's ok. You know I love Kate ."

"Of course you do. You love everyone."

"Why are you here, seriously? And don't fool me because I know you won't come here this late if you need nothing." She said, exhausted.

"Well..." He took a deep breath.

She watched him with fascination, as always. She has memorized his face. She knew where his freckles are - on his left ear and very few, almost unnoticeable, on the tip of his nose. His eyes were so blue and they never failed to mesmerize her. His messy dark hair that makes him look a little bit paler. His perfect jawline - so perfect that it seemed unreal. Everything. But she couldn't help but notice how very distant he was from her.

"Nins?" He waved his hand in front of her. "Are you even listening?"

"Yeah... I uh, of course. I agree. Hundred percent." She pretended to smile.

"Really? You agree that I should kill myself if she wouldn't say yes?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I... sorry. I wasn't paying attention." She finally admitted.

He took a deep breath. "I want to begin tomorrow."

"Begin with what?" She asked, confused.

"What am I going to do with you Nina?" he muttered to himself. "I said I want our plan to begin tomorrow."

"Our plan?" She clearly couldn't remember a thing.

He smiled. "Well, that was just my plan. But your help is greatly needed."

"Oh. Well, then let's do it!" She pretended to be cheerful as she remembered what their plan was.

"Great. I really owe you much Nins." His smile was so wide that it broke her heart - knowing that she was not the reason behind it.

"It's not that big deal." She tried to smile too.

"You really like her, don't you?" she said after a while - dreading to hear the answer, of course.

"Yep." He was still smiling.

"How does it feel? To like someone, I mean." She sure was a masochist.

"I have this very... unusual happiness whenever I think about her. You can tell if someone likes someone else because of their expression. Look at me."

So did she.

"Can you guess who I'm thinking of at this very moment?"

She certainly could. She could read it in his face - an image full of happiness that's not brought by her. And it shattered her heart into thousands of pieces.

"Yes. The girl you like the most. Nikki." And she almost died of broken heart.

[A/N: Thank you so much for lending me your time. I hope you'll enjoy this story of mine. Please keep reading. And please vote, or leave a comment, or pm me, or whatever. I do accept constructive criticisms 😄😄]