LOVER, YOU SHOULD'VE COME OVER, daniel johns

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 fourteen, do you feel the same

NOW PLAYING... do you feel the same, silverchair
"do you feel the same? feel the same?"

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OUR DRIVE CONTINUED for several moments after, though our thoughts remained scattered, yet simultaneously unheard, the pair of us seemingly to awe-stricken to formulate our thoughts into coherent sentences.

Though, throughout our silence, his chiseled left hand remained aimlessly on the surface of my right thigh. His thumb creating persistent circular motions as a form of communication, almost in his own way of telling me that we're finally okay.

Within mere seconds, we reach the destination of my house, seemingly bringing our time together towards an unfortunate close.
"Stay, please?" i murmur, peering towards him with pleading eyes. "Was waitin' for you to ask, i was jus' gonna stay regardless" he grins, simultaneously switching off his vehicle. "Good, cant wait to see you walkin' around in my tiny shirts in the morning" i sarcastically remark, attempting to hold back a laugh, though ultimately failing. "Fuck off" he replies, a humorous grin placed boldly along the lines of his lips.

We each take our designated steps towards my doorway, my hands unlocking my front door within the process. The lights seemingly remain switched off, the only source of light appearing from a previously lit candle, creating an unintentionally moody atmosphere.

"Do you want a drink or somethin'?" i ask, wondering towards my kitchen space. "Nah, m" alright thanks" he speaks, his plaid, fur trim coat gracefully exiting from within his shoulders, revealing a pale blue t shirt delicately clung to his torso region, his legs wrapped up within a grey sweat-pant. "Mmm, okay" i utter, though seemingly vocalising rather timidly, due to my pure gawking state.

He soon takes a seat on my velvet trimmed sofa, seemingly anticipating me to follow suit, in which i eventually do.
"You've gone all quiet, talk to me" i mutter, gripping a light hold of his right hand within the process. "Nah, didn't mean too. Just thinkin', thats all" he asserts, meeting my gaze. "What about?" i softly query, wanting to earn a small insight into his fragmented mind. "You, this, us. Nothin' bad, i jus', didn't expect this to happen again" he responds, "Not in a bad way, i mean it in like, a really good way" he continues to reaffirm, his mind seemingly buzzing with what exactly are the correct and appropriate words to use. "Me too, it's a bit weird, huh?" i say, a grin evident on my face due to the pure divinity of this situation. Almost as though we were always truly meant to be something and present within each others lives. Life works in mysterious ways, i suppose.

I further place my hand on the surface of his cheek, my thumb lightly grazing upon his skin within the process. He leans gracefully into my touch, his eyes closing within the action. "You tired?" i query, my thumb continuing to make further circular motions. "Mm, lil bit. S' alright though, don't wanna sleep yet" He responds, his eyes still seemingly remain closed. "You sure? We ca-" "No, wanna talk to you for longer. I'll fall dead asleep in like, not even a minute otherwise" he slurs, his eyes eventually opening after mere minutes. "Okay, if you say so" i speak, peering towards him intently.

"Can i tell you somethin?" he questions, a rather mischievous grin painted with a scant speckle of apprehension present within his face. "Yeah, course" i respond, though peering towards him rather cautiously considering i don't exactly know what the fuck is going to spew out of this boys mouth. "What? Why're you lookin' at me all funny?" he queries further, the same boyish grin seated along his lips. "Cause you're gonna say somethin' stupid, i jus' dunno what" i rebuttal. "Nah, nothin' stupid. Was gonna say that Ben kinda encouraged me to talk to you n' shit tonight, i was thinkin' all this stuff and he sorta snapped me outta it" he unravels, "If Ben didn't snap me outta my shit, we wouldn't of pashed in my car, or not tonight anyway" he continues, his cheeks fading into a light shade of pink with each word leaving his lips. "We would've pashed in either of our cars sooner or later, it was starting to piss me off that we hadn't" i reveal, the truth simultaneously falling out. "Me too, thats legit what i was tellin' Ben. Was seriously goin' crazy, not even jokin'" he speaks, "What else were you tellin' him?" i speak, peering towards him with rather doe shaped eyes. "Lots, and lots" he simply responds, inching closer towards me. "Yeah?" i whisper unintentionally, which causes him to nod silently in response.

His gaze follows along the line of my lips, before rapidly returning towards my eyes, and directly down to my lips yet again. His mind seems to be speaking a million words and phrases per minute
t, though he seemingly isn't vocalising his thoughts.
"I wish i could hear what you're thinkin' right now" i truthfully mutter, truly wondering what a snippet of the inside of his mind could currently hold. "I wish i could hear what you're thinkin' about" he furthermore speaks, mimicking my same tone filled with pure and unblended curiosity.
"You, you, you and you" i playfully respond, though a rather large lump of truth resides within my statement. "Well, theres your answer" he speaks softly, gazing towards my lips for what feels like the millionth time today, placing a fraction of my hair behind my ear within the process. "Stop" i timidly mumble, hiding my face in a rather obvious attempt to cover my reddened cheeks. "Nah, you stop! We've talked about this, no hidin' your face when you get all shy n' shit" he jesters, aiming to remove my hands from my cheeks. "Cant help it. You make me go like this" i furthermore respond, a nervous grin lay flat along my features, neighbouring my burning red-tinted cheeks. "C'mere, you dickhead" he humorously, yet rather endearingly orders, simultaneously grabbing a soft grip on my left cheek before his lips meet my own in fairly hasty and fervid manner.

His lips soon come into motion with my own, our lips unintentionally synchronising within the process, almost as if we have some form of unspoken pattern. I soon lean away in attempt to catch some form of breath, my mind simultaneously scattered with thoughts that simply shouldn't be repeated aloud. Though, the feeling of his cherry tinted lips still resides alongside my own, a sense of lingering still evidently present. "Y'know m' such a fool for you" i confess, though unintentionally quoting The Cranberries song, Linger, which awfully enough helped me through our rather tough departure from each others lives. "Isn't that a song or somethin'?" he notably queries, each of his eyebrows furrowing. "Yeah" i mutter, peering down towards my fiddling fingers. "You dork" he grins, grabbing a soft, yet firm grip of my left hand within the process. "You got me wrapped around your... finger? Or some shit?" he furthermore continues, though sounding rather unsure of himself. I nod responsively, signifying he was indeed correct. "You love it when i serenade you, huh?" i satirically respond, unintentionally leaning closer towards him, a rather large grin presumptuously spread along my features. "Oh for sure" he speaks, repeating our streak of sarcasm.

He furthermore rubs each individual corner of his eyes, seemingly as a reflex due to his need for sleep.
"You're so tired, don't even fib" i assert, furthermore noticing his state of tiredness. "Nah, its alright" he grins, though his tone appearing rather unsure.
"Alright, maybe i am" he continues, seemingly retracting his prior statement. "Cmon, m' tired anyway" i speak, slugging up from my previous position while simultaneously attempting to drag him upwards. "Okay" he softly mutters, grazing into my touch rather effortlessly, seemingly ready to follow my suit.

We soon inch closer towards my bedroom, our hands still seamlessly remain intertwined with one another. "M' gonna be big spoon this time" i offer, though sounding as if i was demanding rather then insinuating. "Fuck off, no you're not. Im gonna be big spoon" he furthermore demands, crawling into my purple lined bedsheets. "Oh come on, you were big spoon last time, you hog" i rebuttal, simultaneously accompanying him under my bedsheets. "Too bad, too late, sook about it" he speaks, delicately placing me underneath his chin, his arms wrapping around my frame in a resistant manner. "Whatever" i mumble, soaking into his soft touch rather smoothly. "Mmm, thats what i thought" he whispers further, somehow snuggling himself further into me as he concurrently places a firm kiss along the surface of my hairline, yet again letting it linger. "You got me wrapped around your finger" he teases, repeating his words from prior, seemingly reading my thoughts. "Y'know i'm such a fool for you" i speak, withal playing along. "Nah, thats not it, thats before that" he responds jest-fully, seemingly awakening from his state of well, almost sleep. "What? Do you have to let it linger doesn't work" i state, my eyes furrowing in synchronicity. "Oh, yeah it doesn't really" he agrees, a soft sight exiting his lips subsequent. "Goodnight, you weirdo" i mutter, sending a soft kiss below his jawline in conjunction. "Mmm, goodnight" he responds, following my same quiet tone.
What a fuckin' night, indeed...

a/n
Can you tell what song i had stuck in my head while writing this chapter? If you guessed Linger, DING DING DING, you're correct. Cant get it out of my head fr.