The Spikey Black Haired Boy

5. Opening up

-1st person-

We sat there on the balcony, silent for a little.

Bill had a guilty look on his face, knowing that what he did just now wasn't himself.

I knew it wasn't like him to act how he did too. I wondered what happened to the innocent Bill right before that random guy was hitting up on me.

But another part of me was... attracted to this side of him as well..

"Indy," He said, breaking the silence, and looked straight into my eyes, worried, "I don't know what came over me I just..."

He paused for a moment and looked away.

I let him continue whenever he wanted.

"When I saw that guy hitting on you, and making you physically uncomfortable, something in me just snapped-

"Bill.." I said, trying to get him to stop.

"-and I knew I had to do something about it other than just sit there."

"Bill.!" I said again, continuing to try.

" -I mean, who knows what else could have happened to you!!.."

I gave a soft smile, put down my drink, and grabbed his face with both of my hands.

I made it so then we could see each others eyes very clearly, and then he stopped talking.

Speechless, almost.

"Bill," I said with that same soft smile, "I understand what you did, completely well."

"But, i wasn't acting like myself, and I even scared myself." He said softly, but sincere.

"It's ok. You did what you felt was right," I said with a very sincere and passionate tone.

I felt us getting closer and his hand reached for my waist.

"Indy, I.." He started but couldn't finish what he was about to say.

My hands were still holding his face, and my eyes couldn't stay on a specific one of his eyes. And his hand rested on my hip.

'Snap out of it!' A thought said, suddenly hitting me what was happening at the moments.

I pulled my gaze away from his and gave him a quick hug.

He hugged me back, holding on really tightly to my waist and the other around my back.

I closed my eyes, digging my face into his chest. And my hands holding on tightly around his waist.

-Bills Pov-

I held onto her tightly, feeling a little confused, but also safe, and still guilty for the event that took place before.

I never wanted to let go of this girl. I want her to be mine forever. I don't want her to get hurt, or even get hurt by me, which i now knew could be possible...

I think Im... falling im love with her.

-3rd person-

Indy had started to cry a little at the fact that she finally felt seen, and cared for by someone other than her family, and one friend she had back in America.

She missed her friend.

It was another thing that was stuck on her brain the whole time after they moved.

Indy then pulled away from the embrace, sniffling a little, and sat down on one of the big chairs that rested on the balcony.

Bill felt concerned and wondering if this was his fault. He then sat down on the other chair, pushing it closer to hers.