deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 31 - So Sweet

On Friday after school, Antoine meets me by my locker. There are still people walking the halls, eager to get outside the school building for their weekends all around us. Regardless, I lean up, slightly going on the tips of my toes, and kiss his cheek when he comes over. His eyes wrinkle up in a smile as he asks, "Want to get going to my house, then?"

I nod, and he takes my hand as we walk out of the school. He brings me to his little black car, and opens the passenger seat door for me. "You don't have to be such a little gentleman," I say, accidentally letting a girlish giggle escape from my mouth. I cover my hand with my mouth. Really, honestly, obviously, I never want him to stop being such a gentleman, and we both know it.

He winks at me, then walks around to the driver's side, sitting next to me. "You're cute," he says simply.

"Oh, shut up," I say, my voice raised an octave or two in excitement at those words.

For the rest of the ride, we ride in mostly silence, despite my brain racing about all the little different things I love about him, and how much I want to get to know him more.

Finally, we arrive at Antoine's house, and he brings me inside, a gentle arm around my shoulders. When we get to the door, he gently holds it for me, and I walk in, taking off my shoes.

I look around the home. It's large, and has a very homey feel in general. "Where do I put my shoes?" I ask quietly. He takes them and puts them neatly on the floor.

Then he calls into the house, "Mom! I'm here with my girlfriend!"

"Oh, one moment, Antoine!" I hear a woman's voice. Then his mother walks into the room, wearing a loose button up striped shirt and her hair in a shorter cut, just a little bit above her shoulders. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she says, "You must be Sage Prefect. Antoine has been mentioning you for a while now."

I look up at him with a grin. "Have you?"

He grins back at me with a wink. "What do you think?"

Before I can answer, a dark-haired boy peeks into the room, staring at the three of us. I assume this must be Antoine's brother. I smile at him and give a polite little way. He smiles softly, looking like he's about to say something, before his mother turns and says, "Theo, did you finished your homework?"

"Uh..." he says, then mutters, "No."

"Well, why don't you get back to your room and keep working on that, then?"

"Isn't dinner going to be ready soon?" he saying, slightly sounding like he's complaining.

"Yes, and I will tell you when your dinner is ready. For now, you will get back to your room and finish up your homework. Got it, Theo? And throughout this night, you will not bother your brother and his girlfriend. Understand?"

The boy looks vaguely annoyed, and just rolls his eyes, walking back out of the room.

"Anyway, sorry," chuckles Mrs. Griezmann. "That's Theo, Antoine's brother. He can be a little curious sometimes. Anyway, so what are you guys thinking? Late night movies, snacks, and snuggling on the couch?"

I feel my face heat up in embarrassment, and I'm sure my face goes bright pink along with the heat.

Antoine just laughs slightly nervously, rolling his eyes at his mother's comment. "Oh, Mom," he says.

She raises her eyebrows, then comments, "By the way, I don't want anything naughty going on in there, too. You know what I mean."

"Mom," Antoine chuckles nervously again. "You know I wouldn't do that."

"Yes, yes, I know, Antoine, I know. I'm just teasing you. Well, I'm very happy to meet you Sage, I really am. I think Antoine has got himself a very good boyfriend. I have this feeling that you'll bring out the best in him."

I smile at her, liking that statement. "You think? Well, I think he'll bring out the best in me, honestly."

"Good. Well, you two, get comfortable in the living room. You know, decide what you're thinking of watching and what not. And make sure you're not watching anything that's going to corrupt Theo if he hears it from the other room!"

Antoine rolls his eyes, grinning. "Theo is already corrupted," he comments. 

His mother just rolls her eyes at this comment, not disagreeing or agreeing. She just responds with, "Well, I'll go heat up some pizza for you two, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, mother," Antoine nods.

When she leaves the room for the kitchen, I blurt, "How are you so nice to your family?"

"What do you mean?" he asks, sitting down on the couch. He beckons for me to sit down next to him. "I'm nice to my family because they're nice to me. Not to mention how much I love and appreciate them."

"You are so perfect. Like, how do you appreciate them? Don't they annoy you?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah," he shrugs as he grabs a blanket. "But I still love and appreciate them, regardless. And I know it's right to thank them and what not."

I grin. "You're so respectable."

"Thanks?" he laughs that sweet, beautiful, charming laugh. "I guess that just sounds so funny to me, because I don't even think about it. I just say and do what I feel like saying and doing most of the time, with no thought at all."

I nod. "Same, except most of the time what I do without thinking is just stupid things."

"That's why I like you," he laughs, wrapping a blanket around the both of us. "Anyway, enough with that talk." He turns on the telly. "What do you think you want to watch?"

I grin. "Maybe I'm a sap, but-"

"Oh no," he jokes, nudging my shoulder.

"Maybe I'm a sap, but... I think we should watch a romance movie."

"Hmmm..." he smiles, looking into my eyes in the most earnest, loving, way.

I blurt, "Why do you always do that?"

"What?" he asks, looking surprised.

"I don't know," I sigh, slightly dreamily. "How do you make my heart skip a beat, Antoine? How do you heat up my face like that? How do you swarm my stomach with butterflies? How do you make me feel so excited, I want to just jump up and hug you? How do you have that twinkle in your eye with everything you say to me? How do you walk like that, and play football like that? How do you speak with that low, imperfectly perfect accented voice, that sounds like music to my ears? How come, whenever you do or say, anything, I always just feel so charmed? How do you captivate me like this, Antoine? How?"

"Oh, Sage..." he stares at me a few seconds, before throwing his strong arms around me in probably the tightest hug I've ever experienced in my life. Probably the best hug, too, for that matter. He gently kisses me on my neck a few times, before leaning back to look at me in the eyes, arms still around me. His eyes look like they're watering, which surprises me. He wipes an eye, muttering, "Sorry, I'm getting emotional..." he sighs looking down, seeming to try to gather himself, before looking up and simply saying, with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes wet, and with a voice crack, fighting off the happiest tears I've ever seen, "You're so sweet to me, Sage. You're so sweet."