"A grape flavored kiss.... A boy on your lips...."
Eddie doesn't know what to do when he finally meets Gareth's other best friend. Gareth talks both of them up to each other yet it takes almost a decade to meet...
Do they actually know each other?
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After the bar fight you were back at Ellie's house. You were starting to fall in love with the smell of lavender that came off the furniture and the light smell of binding from the old books lining the shelves. Your fingers drifted over each spine carefully, wondering how many times Ellie or her grandmother had read each volume. Your fingers stop at a homemade binding, bits of colorful paper stuck from the top and the side had swirls of crayon down the side. You pull the book from the shelf, the cover was an array of drawings and a single title, "Ellie and Gareth's super-secret NOT for Patrick's eyes campaign of ultimate coolness."
I laugh thinking about Ellie and Gareth coloring and writing together. They were quite interesting to you. In all the craziness you had stopped to think about Jason, he was a prisoner like you, he took to sweet talking your captors while you just wanted to live out your time. Ellie lived in a world so different from yours, she must have seen a few wrongs, but you couldn't help but feel like you wanted to trade lives. To see Gareth at all stages of his life, to see how he grew taller, how he developed his love of music, you found you wished to know it all.
When had you been this possessive. After tonight watching Eddie protect you, holding Gareth's hand tightly as we left the bar. I wanted to be around Gareth, I wanted him to want to be around me. I moved over to the couch and opened the book.
I glanced over as Gareth sat down next to me, he scooted and placed his arm behind your head, you feel his fingers play with a piece of your hair. You audibly sigh and he looks at you, "Mattie? You, okay?"
"I like this. I like it when we can sit like this." I smile at him as he visibly blushes from your words. I start to turn the pages on the book, and he leans in, "I haven't seen this book in years. Ellie and I were so bad at drawing, she was always good at the writing part."
"I think it's sweet you both share so many memories together. I want that." I turned to another page and could feel Gareth pull me into his chest slightly, his breath warm against my forehead. He didn't say anything, he never needs to, his presence is enough to calm you. Had anyone had this type of effect on you before, did you really think you would be here in Gareth Emerson's arms. You look down to see what appears to be a dragon, Gareth's stick figure blocking fire with a poorly drawn shield. Ellie's handwriting detailing Sir Gareth's exploits to save his damsel in distress.
"Gareth?" I barely feel like it was a whisper.
"Yea?" He twists another piece of your hair, the feeling sends a shiver down your body, he tenses when he feels you wiggle.
"Never mind." I breathe. I wanted to ask him if he was ever able to find a damsel worth saving. You realize you are falling for him; his fingertips touch the skin of your neck and collarbone as he recedes his arm back to himself. He was going to get up from the couch, your body started to feel hollow again, when your weakness enveloped you so much that you needed this boy's body next to you to feel safe. You shook your head as Gareth stood up, "Heading home?"
