The Nerd [BXB]

46 𖠇 A Thousand Meanings

     "Have you decided which movie?" Oscar comes into his room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, shutting the door behind him quietly so Al and his mother do not wake up.

     I keep clicking on the remote, and scrolling through every movie on Netflix. "What do you feel like watching? Scary movie or a funny one? Romance maybe?"

     Oscar plops in the bed next to me, scooting close and placing the popcorn bowl between us. "I am starting to think you had other intentions with me when you suggested a movie night."

     I keep searching. "Like what?"

     "You know, Netflix n' chill." He plants a kiss on my neck. "It has a double meaning."

     I laugh, mostly cause his kisses on my neck tickle. I drop the remote on the bed and lay down facing him, his face only a few inches away from mine. He comes close to me to rub the tip of our noses together. The sight of his face in full view right in front of me is soothing and enchanting. It's like staring at a portrait from a museum, admiring more than simply looking. His eyes lure me in; the iris being the blue sea and his pupil a pitch-black sinkhole in the middle of the ocean. I bring a hand to his cheek and it's soft on the skin and a bit prickly from where his beard is starting to grow. Tiny, black hairs protruding from his pale skin. He must shave soon.

     There is no need for a movie when I have him to look at.

     "You will break your glasses, Theo," he says, reaching a hand to grab them.

     He is right, so I let him take them off. He places them on the bedside table. "Better?"

     I lay back on the pillow and nod. "How will I be able to see the movie now?"

     "Forget the movie." With those words out, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him until there is no space between us. I can never get over how soft his lips are, like a silk blanket brushing over my skin. Our tongues barely grace each other, but I prefer that. Too much tongue and it can feel sloppy.

     When Oscar and I part to catch our breaths, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and says, "I know a better way to entertain you."

     I smile causing him to smile, too. "You could be asleep and I would still be entertained by you."

     He frowns. "Creep."

     I laugh. He grins, feeling accomplished.

     When I am done laughing, he rests his gaze on me as he caresses my cheek. I can see that he is deep in thought by the way his eyes look beyond my face. I swear he could see deep in me what I wish I could see myself.

     "Theo." My name was a word he wished he would never have to keep to himself. He wished to yell it out loud for everyone to hear it until his voice rasped. Because when he said my name, he felt a kind of joy Gwen had taken with her when she left. A joy that felt like a thousand fireflies glowing in a darkened grass field. A sunset by the sea painting the ocean with orange and purple. Or a breeze in Fall that smelled like pinecones. "Theo, I love you."

     I raise my eyebrows and my mouth slightly opens, but my sight remains on him. "I think I love you, too."

     Oscar's eyes dim. "You think?"

     I bring my hand to his cheek the way he has his resting over mine. "When I go to bed, all I can think about is what colored shirt you will wear the next day because black and grey make your eyes stand out more." He grins wide, scoffing at my words. "When I am in class earlier than everybody else, sitting at our table, I stare at the door waiting for you to come in because, if you do come in, my day becomes more bearable. I can't help but grin when you come in. I feel so relieved." I chuckle, realizing how ridiculous I sound. All he does is smile at me, eyes twinkling once again. "When I think of being anywhere at any time, I wish for you to be there because anywhere is worth it and any time is the perfect time as long as you are there. So, yeah, I think I love you."

     If I am being honest, I do not know what love is because I have never loved another person before that was not family. To love another person seemed an odd thought I did not think of often. I love you. Those were words I would hear thrown around so easily.

     Love could mean a thousand things to many people, but if anyone were to ask me now, this is what love feels like; Oscar's arms curling around me as my face rests on his chest, smelling his fresh scent and cautiously hearing his heartbeat. His fingers running through my hair as he looks down at me, glad that his embrace brings me comfort.

     This is my definition of love.

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A\N: I think this is the most romantic chapter I have written so far. <3

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