ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? | Hawk/ Eli Moskowitz | SLOW UPDATES

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I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE WILLOW at the beach. She obviously wasn't attending the party like i was, or else she would have been happy like i am right now.

Instead a glum look is on her face. All night it's like she can't even look me in my eye. She looks tiresome, and deprived of something. I'm not sure what yet but i'm determined to find out.

My legs felt like jelly beneath me, but i still tried my best to stand upwards for the sake of willow.
It's not easy carrying around a macho man like me.

Getting off her motorcycle i had the urge to throw up. I asked her to pull over four times in fear i would throw up on her. So our little detour turned into a thirty minute drive to Willows house.

I did sober up from the adrenaline and throwing up since then, and i do know now that there is in-fact ten fingers on my hand and not eleven. But a fizziness still lingered in my chest. Weather is was the alcohol or the fact that my hands were touching Willows hips. I don't know.

My heart swarmed with a weird feeling.

"You are one crazy driver on the road. I hope you know i would be much better when it comes to-"

"God be quiet Eli!, everyone's sleeping." She whisper shouts, her beautiful red lips moving with every word she says.

She drags me up the stairs to her room, and i can't help but get nervous.

Bedrooms are like a safe haven for everyone no matter who they are. It's where you simply be yourself, not worrying about what other people get to think about it. Her showing me her room is a big deal in my eyes.

I was intrigued big time.

Once we reach her room, she helps balance me before walking in. The light touch of her finger tips push my heart so far out of my chest i'm surprised it's not on the floor in-front of me.

The light is off, illuminating a soft darkness covering everything from my eyes. It felt empty for a second, strangely quiet.

Once she closes the door behind us she flicks the light on. And whatever i expected from willow, it wasn't this.

This is different.

My eyes immediately stray to the art section of her room. I'm not very sure what all the materials are, but the artwork is breath taking. I literally take in a breath of air.

"You like art?." I asked, looking back down at the ginormous painting. A women sat on a chair, and a figure looked to be yelling at her from the side, but her eyes were focused forward. And a dark pit? hole? ibis? was cascaded behind her. I didn't know what it meant but it was beautiful.

The painting probably has much more meaning to it, but i'm not a very creative person. I think you can tell.

Art is for the eyes, not the mouth. Words can't even describe how much talent Willow has.

"I've already told you that." She reminds me, taking my hand and sitting me on the edge of her bed. Her touch sending a euphoric wave through my body.