not from here - mid90s

twentyseven.

"I love you fuckshit."

Isabella's brown eyes looked at him, trying to read his facial expression but it was hard to make out anything. Before she knew it, his lips crashed against hers. Her hands moved up to pull at his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

"Jump..." He mumbled into her ear and she did as she was told. Legs wrapped around his waist and he moved his arms to support her weight. Tongues moved together until she felt them bump into the hood of his car. Fuckshit let her down but didn't let go of his grip on her.

She pulled away from him and jumped down on the ground again. She took his hand and pulled him towards the car. He opened the door and got in, she climbed on top of him and straddled him. Fuckshit pulled at her shirt and got it over her head. Isa almost felt high when she knew she had his eyes on her body, there was no better feeling than that.

Green eyes moved down to her chest and his hand cupped her breast. Isabella connected their lips once again and pressed her body against his. They knew each other's bodies well by now, they knew exactly where to touch to set the other off.

"Get in the back..." he said, pulling away, breathing deeply. Again she did as she was told and climbed in the backseat to lay down. Fuckshit followed with her and threw his shirt over his chest, exposing his torso. Her eyes wandered over his body. The tan skin, the blond hair that had gotten longer and the well sculpted arms.

Fuckshit unbuckled his pants and she did the same. She could see how hard he was and that made her want him even more. Slowly she pulled her underwear down to get a good look of her before he pulled down his own and pushed into her.

"Fuckshit..." she moaned out and wrapped her legs around him so he could get deeper. For the next while, they let their bodies do the talking and reach their climax together. Neither of them saying anything, just being close to each other, feeling each other's bodies. When they were done, she was left laying on top of him. Isabella moved down to rest her head on his chest as her breathing calmed. She told him she loved him and he wanted to sleep with her, she didn't know what it meant yet.

He played with a strand of her hair without saying a word. She didn't say anything either. Sleeping together didn't have to mean anything, it didn't have to mean that he loved her and wanted to be with her. Maybe he was trying to say goodbye?

"I love you but I can't wait for you if you're not ready or... if you don't want me anymore." Isabella's voice was soft and low as she spoke to him. Even though she knew the truth could hurt her, it was better than not knowing where she had him.

"Isabella... I..." He started but nothing more came out. She exhaled slowly and sat up, making Fuckshit move back. The blond kept his gaze down, not daring to look up at her.

"I don't blame you. I just can't be... in between." She reached for her shirt in the front seat and pulled it over her head.

"Tell me if I have something worth waiting for." Dark eyes looked up at him but his face was stern and silence followed. He didn't need to say anything for her to understand that he had given his answer.

"Okay... I understand." a sad smile appeared on her face and she pulled up her pants and buttoned them. It was hard to breathe for her now, feeling her sadness starting to take over her body.

Looking back at their relationship, she had made a lot of mistakes. So had he. Maybe she had been right, maybe it had been foolish to think that two messy people could come together and be good? their relationship had never been perfect but the glimpses of goodness had been worth it to her. Even though their love was flawed, it was still love. The greatest love she had experienced. Isabella could feel her heart breaking in her chest but she couldn't blame him for that. It had been her choice to start loving him, nobody forced her. What would happen after? She knew it would change everything but that was life. She would be okay, eventually. Life had to go on like it always did. No matter how much things hurt, life still has to keep on going. Life stops for no one.

She was just a girl who loved a boy.

"But it cannot be a mistake to have cared. It cannot be an error to have tried. It cannot be incorrect to have loved." 

THE END.