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13

ATLAS AXEL

I looked away in embarrassment as Styx parted his mouth to welcome the toxic smoke he inhaled.

I thought he would kiss me.

I studied his features as he looked out into the empty scenery, as it was dark.

His teeth are perfect.

"I like your teeth," I said, fidgeting with the hem of my baby blue pants.

Styx looked at me. "Braces," He said with no hint of emotion. I smiled, averting my eyes to his hands then back to his eyes.

Can hands be attractive?

"We're they bad?"I asked cautiously not to intrude in his personal space.

The air was calm and the wind sang lazily but managed to cause destruction, the trees complied with the wind dancing .

Styx hummed softly in hailing the smoke.Flavoured smoke or is it air?

I laughed at myself inwards, inquiring how I could manage to be stupid sometimes.

I bring my hand to his hair slowly running my hands through his hair.

He is attractive no doubt.

Styx looks at my chest quickly averting his gaze to my eyes. "I saw that," I state cheekily and he shrugs letting me play with his hair.

I stand looking  down at him, "Can I braid it?"I ask softly. He nods, scanning my body for a brief moment.

I run my fingers through his hair dividing it  into four equal parts.

I look at the two braids falling in his face, I smile looking  at how pretty styx is.

"You look," I take an unnecessary  breath "phenomenal,"I say smiling cheekily at him.

Styx  looks at me. His lips quirk up in the slightest bit lasting for about  three seconds.

My heart beats faster as the thought of me making styx happy. 

I shut the balcony door following him into the room. He stands in  front of the mirror and doesn't  say anything.

He doesn't like it?

"I can undo them,"I say, trying to mask the sadness in my voice but I fail miserably.

Vulnerable.

"I like them," He says, making eye contact with me. I smile fidgeting  with the hem of my t-shirt.

His eyes avert from me to my chest. Does he have a kink?

"Goodnight,"

♪☃︎♪

I take my hair into a burn and tie it  into a messy bun.

Styx will be picking me up in a few minutes. Mama is not home, papa is also not home and Ant is at work.

I look at myself in the dressing mirror. 

The black fitting crop top and the knee fitting jeans go well with my white jordan fours. I don't bother wearing a sweater as the weather is chill.

I head downstairs when I hear the door bell.I try not to trip on the stairs  because of the pace I'm going at.

 It's been about three days since I last saw styx.

I take a deep breath in before opening the door. Styx is leaning on the pillar close to the door looking at something  in his phone.

He is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and dark grey joggers paired with black Nike-airs.