The Adventures of Skittles

Chapter 8 Part 2 - Risking It

A Taylor Swift song represents this chapter. I'm finally using a TSwift song. #finally

You know how sometimes you hate it when you can't add two photos in chapter? Like, seriously? I need to add 2 photos but Wattpad won't let me.

*Cries*

Anyways, dedicated this chapter to crazylazyhazydazy because of the cover! Thank you for making that for me and oh my, god, your username. That was a mouthful. I had a hard time saying that. I'm so sorry that I can't tag you, for some unknown reason you just won't show up when I add the @ and I'm following you so I'm supposed to be able to do that but I can't and it's really frustrating.

I hope you're reading this because this is for you since you ship Seb & Skittles. I really appreciate everything and you're just so sweet. So enjoy!

PS: This will be in Seb's POV. And this happened while Skittles is telling the story about how she fell for Seb.

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Chapter 8 Part 2 - Risking It

"Drinking doesn't suit you, Seb." I never bothered turning as I know that it was my Dad. I heard him pulling up the chair as he sat beside me under the starry night, watching as the moon illuminated our pool. I took a sip of scotch before smiling and answering him. "Yeah, well, shit happens." I said. I fucked it up, I'm sure of it. Why do I have to bail out on her just for some random chick? "Do you want to talk about it, son?" He asked and this time, I looked at him. "I don't know." I whispered as I downed my drink.

The silence consumed us and I let myself think.

She's Skittles to you, jock.

I closed my eyes. Ever since Montero said that to me, I can't get it out of my head. He was being possessive which means that he likes her. And the way she smiled at him makes me want to lose control. I'm not dense. I know that Skittles is in love with me. I can see it when she looks at me and yes, I'm jerk for leading her on like that. Calling her darling, asking her to watch a movie, I know that I'm an asshole and that she doesn't deserve that but I can't help myself.

We were kids back then, 5 year olds playing fake marriage. I remember marrying her and telling her that I will love her until the day I die before pecking her lips making her blush. I remember myself thinking that she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my entire life and that I have a crush on her. I would always tease her, saying that she was pretty and openly saying that I have a crush on her and then I would constantly peck her cheeks and sometimes when I'm bold enough, peck her lips.

And then puberty kicked in, those were the time where hormones would get best of a guy. I would find myself thinking of doing things to her, making her blush and be uncomfortable under my gaze, you know what I mean. And then, one day, I realized that my crush wasn't a crush anymore. I realized that I liked her.

I found myself thinking of her until I fall asleep, texting her till midnight. I even went as far as buying her food when she's craving for it in the middle of the night. I turned to look at my Dad and saw a solemn expression in his face as he looked up at the stars.

"Dad." I called making him turn to look at me. He offered me a smile. "Ready to tell me what's bothering you, kid?" He asked and I chuckled in response. "How did you tell Mom that you love her?" I inquired. His eyes softened and a smile occupied his face. "By telling her that." He answered "You just told her that you love her?" I asked, sounding and looking bewildered as I did. "Just like that?" I asked again. Dad hummed as he turned to look before giving me one of his boyish grins. "Yes, son. Just like that."

I was lost for words. I wanted to ask him why it was like that, how it became as simple as that? I wanted to ask if his nerves didn't get the best of him and if he managed to stay calm while doing so. I wanted to ask how he did it, if he did it the way they do in the movies or if he accidentally confessed his feelings or something along those lines. I wanted ask him how he felt when Mom said it back. I wanted to ask if he jumped for joy or felt like he was in cloud 9. I wanted to know how.