- WEDNESDAY POV -
The week passed by quickly, quicker then I expected. Tyler seemed to be fine living in my dorm, just playing the cello, looking out the window, reading, and going out on the roof at night to watch the stars.
I haven't minded him here either, he mostly keeps to himself, and won't bug me or get in my space. He gets reoccurring nightmares though, and his mental health hasn't been great. I'm almost worried.
Almost.
I don't get worried.
Tyler and I are the only ones who know about the statues being alive, as far as I know. I've continued to watch them, and I'm still confused, so far at least.
It's Friday evening and I'm working on my novel. I can practically feel Tyler's eyes on me, but I ignore him, continuing my writing. Then he's suddenly behind me. His hands are on my chair, his head right above mine.
"Tyler, what are you doing." I sigh, pausing for a moment.
"Reading over your shoulder, you're very good at writing you know." I know he's grinning, I don't even have to look at him.
"Yes, I'm well aware.. Thank you." I whisper the last part, no need to inflate his ego. He still heard me though and let out an amused scoff, bringing over another chair and sitting next to me. His eyes were on me, and my tiny heart might have been beating a little bit faster. "Why are you starting at me, Tyler." I say with tone in my voice.
"You're beautiful."
I stop, and turn to him. "Don't start this again."
"I'm not joking."
"Tyler." I say, sternly.
"Wednesday." He responds, calmly.
I huff and turn back to my writing, trying to ignore that unfortunately adorable grin on his face. I don't like him, I never will. I'm just tolerating him right now.
"As a reminder, you hugged me when you saw me at the weathervane last week." He raised his eyebrows at me.
I should have never done that, never. Why am I so weak with this newfound emotion? "I..." I'm speechless. I don't want to admit why I actually did it, I'll only weaken myself.
He leaned in closer, his hand on mine. "Why'd you do it?"
Thoughts raced through my mind, millions of excuses and ways I could get out of this situation. But they're going too fast, I can't use any. I make the mistake of looking into his eyes. Their emerald glow matched perfectly with his warm smile and set my black heart ablaze.
"A hug is nothing, it doesn't mean I've ever had feelings for you." I meant to say it calmly, but there was a shake in the back of my throat.
"Didn't you kiss me that night, when everything happened?" He softly questioned. I could only stare, I couldn't talk. He held my hand as I could only sit there, frozen. "So, Wednesday, do you still have feelings for me?"
I couldn't stop it, call me weak, call me defenseless, but wait until you feel this sickly sweet feeling coursing through your veins. I took a deep breath. "I do." I said it quietly, and simply, but felt more. He suddenly relaxed. "But, I can't... not yet." My eyes darted to his face and away again.
"I'll take that." He leaned back in his chair, picked up his book, and started to read. There were a few moments of silence before I turned back to my desk, and continued typing again.
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A/N
Haha I'm so evil for not making them kiss yet >:)
Y E T
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