Saving Boston (Rewritten)

I Love Getting In Trouble

The curly-haired girl sat on the couch in front of me, her legs tangled in mine as she munched on the Sour Patch Kids I bought on our way back from looking at the house. Pinched between her fingers and resting on her chest was a book that kept her attention. It made her oblivious to the amount of time I spent watching her as I thought about our future. She never agreed to move in with me, but her smile gave me confirmation before she could say anything.

As much as I wanted to stay on this couch, where I could watch her facial expressions change with every page she flipped, Trevor asked us to attend the bonfire at his house. I debated telling Bo, worried that she would be more interested in seeing Trevor than she would be roasting marshmallows.

My eyes trailed down the sweatpants covering her legs, and it hadn't been until now that I realized how small Bo actually was. She rolled the waistband at least several different times, and still, I couldn't find her feet underneath the gray material. At moments like this, I realized I wanted Bo to myself. I didn't want to share her with the world.

When she started snickering at the book in her hands, a smile tugged at my lips. She was too fucking cute for her own good. Just as her eyes regained focus on the words before her, she peered around the pages to look at me with her eyebrows pinched in confusion.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?"

My shoulders raised slightly. "So, what if I was?"

She placed a bookmark to save where she had left off. "I would tell you to stop."

"Not going to happen, darling," I cleared my throat.

Her eyes narrowed at me as if she had started piecing something together. "What is on your mind, Kinnick Carson?"

A large sigh pushed past my lips. "Trevor is having a get-together at his place. Do you want to go?"

When her arms crossed, I knew she was about to say something I didn't particularly want to hear. "Do you want to? I am kind of getting mixed signals from you. Are you asking me because you want to or because you don't want me to be upset and wonder why you never asked me to go?"

My bottom lip rolled out from between my teeth. "You are a fucking mind reader."

A smile grew on her face as she sat her book on the ground. "That is something we should keep between us. I don't need anybody learning my secrets. What kind of bonfire is this any way?"

"The kind where we sit around a fire and talk about our wildest dreams," I mocked with a cheery attitude. "Then we will roast marshmallows and wait for the stars to fall so we can make a wish."

A giggle tumbled from her lips. "This sounds like my kind of get-together."

"I know," I rubbed her knee. "That's why I want to go."

"What time should I get ready?"

"He said we should be there at seven."

"Seven?" She glanced down at the phone on her chest. "It is six-thirty! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"No reason."

"Kinnick," she began crawling over my thighs. "I know you better than you think. Tell me whatever is running through that pretty little head of yours."

As she crossed her arms over my chest to rest her chin on the back of her hands, I stared into her caramel eyes with worry flooding my system. "Do you like Trevor?"

Her nose scrunched up. "What?"

"You guys spent a lot of time together."

"That is what friends do."

"You and I started out like that to."

"No, we didn't," her eyes searched mine. "I looked at you for the first time and wondered what I had to do to have you around for the rest of my life. From baking you blueberry muffins to following you around the hallways of school, I knew all I ever wanted to be was somebody to you."

The curly-haired girl had a way of always being right. We were never friends, but something more complex. When she came into my life, she pranced into my black-and-white world with feet dipped in color. She added splashes of color everywhere she went, and now her footprints will forever be etched into my heart.

I knew we were more than friends when I started seeing her in everything. Blueberry muffins were no longer a sweet treat for the morning but a reminder of a curly-haired girl with a dimpled grin.

I wish for everyone in the world to have someone like Bo. She made me realize even people who didn't deserve her, like me, deserve something that makes them look forward to waking up in the morning.

I am head over heels in love with her. Fuck, I am madly in love with her. When she looked up at me, I knew I would follow her anywhere. My world will only ever revolve around her, and that is dangerous. It is lethal but true. Loving her will either destroy me or save me, but it has done both, and I am fine with either or. She could break me until my heart is left in pieces, and I would still hand it back to her.

"I love you," she pressed her lips to mine. "More than you will ever know."

"Impossible."

When she pushed away from my chest, she promised not to take long to get ready. I followed her to the bedroom. My shoulder leaned against the doorway as I watched her search through the closet of clothes she had accumulated to find something before settling on a leather jacket I hadn't seen since I picked her up from that party in the middle of the night all of those years ago.

Instead of spending too much time on her hair, she tossed it into a bun on the top of her head. I always loved when Bo put little effort into dressing up because I adored nothing more than seeing her in a pair of leggings with my t-shirt tied up on her waist.

She slipped into a pair of sandals before coming toward me. "Is this good?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to make sure I look okay."

"You will always be beautiful to me," I pressed my lips against her forehead as my arms wrapped around her frame. "Are you ready?"

"Mhm," she rested her head against my chest. "Trevor didn't ask us to bring anything, did he?"

"No, he actually begged me not to bring anything."

Her head tipped backward as she started up at me. "Why?"

"Well, we already ruined the turkey on Thanksgiving -"

A gasp left her lips. "Did he really say that?"

"No," I chuckled. "He never asked me to bring anything."

"Why do you have to pick on me?" She pushed away from me.

My palm collided with her ass as she walked past. "You are my girl. That is my job."

I watched as she flipped around, her hand ready to hit me. My fingers curled around her wrist to stop her before I backed her body into the wall. She stared up at me with wide eyes as I pinned her hand above her head.

"You didn't think that was actually going to work, did you?"

"If this is my consequence, I love getting in trouble."

My head moved back and forth. "You are wild."

"Only for you, Kinnick Carson."