Generation Infinosil

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty One - Shane

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Knock, knock.

I anxiously waited for the door to open. Then the sight that I had needed to see for what seemed like forever was before me; Kaitlyn stood there smiling nervously and gesturing for me to come in. I stepped into the hallway and she closed the door behind me. Not knowing whether she would appreciate it, but risking it anyway, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Surprisingly, she didn't push me away, instead she squeezed me tightly and buried her head into my shoulder, as if to show me that she missed me too.

"I wasn't expecting a greeting like that." I said, positively surprised.

"Sorry," she apologised, "I've just been missing you... A lot. Wait. Did I just admit that out loud?" She laughed, embarrassed, her cheeks turning ruby red.

"You look cute when you're embarrassed." I said.

"I'm not emb-"

"Yes you are," I interrupted, "there's no point pretending, your cheeks give it all away."

"Okay, maybe I am a little embarrassed." She admitted.

"Look, Kaitlyn, I need to talk to you about something."

"You do? What is it?" She asked, looking worried.

"About what happened at my house... I, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, I guess." I mumbled.

"Sorry for what?"

"For the way I reacted to what you said about having an accident."

"Oh, that." She said bluntly, becoming seemingly distant and putting up a metaphorical, defensive wall around herself. This was obviously a sore topic, one that still hurt.

"Kaitlyn, I want to believe you, it's just, you have to understand what a big coincidence that would be if it were true."

"There is no 'if' Shane, it is true. Why would I lie about something as sick as that? I thought you actually sort of liked me, but obviously not if you think I'd do something as twisted as that." She turned away from me, as if the sight of me disgusted her, and seeing her do so pained me. She was fuming, and I know this is wrong but even though it hurt for her to be angry at me, I couldn't help but think about how hot she looked.

"You know what? You want some proof?" She asked angrily, storming into the kitchen and returning, dragging a large, ancient looking suitcase to my feet, "search in there and you're bound to find some kind of evidence. Go on."

I stepped towards her, ignoring the suitcase on the floor. "Kaitlyn, calm down please." I reached for her hand, which she was flailing around in anger. At first she resisted, but I wasn't going to give up so easily. I remained as still as a statue and eventually she stopped shoving me. "I believe you Kaitlyn."

She didn't respond, which was hardly the reaction I was looking for. I was expecting her to be happy or to at least seem the slightest bit relieved. "Kaitlyn, didn't you hear me? I said I believe you." But still, nothing. We stood there in silence for a few moments and I realised that I was still holding her hand. I didn't even bother to fight the temptation to pick up her other hand from her side and hold that one too. She looked up at me then, as I stroked her thumbs with my own thumbs.

"Why are you holding my hands?" She asked, confusion smeared across her face.

"Because I like holding you." I whispered, and I moved my hands so that they were both resting on her waist. She was looking into my eyes, like she was trying to work me out. "You don't make sense, why do you suddenly believe me?"

"You wouldn't get so hurt and angry if you were lying to me." I explained.

"I wasn't angry as such."

"You were angry Kaitlyn, you don't need to hide how you feel anymore." I reassured her, slowly and nervously pulling her towards me, and with those words she rested her hands on my shoulders and leaned even closer to me. She closed her eyes and I copied her, hoping that my lips would still be able to find hers. They did. And it was as if that's where we were supposed to be, here, together, our bodies pressed against one another, our lips gently caressing each other and our arms wrapped around each other, where we belonged; it was like we were finally home.

It was a gentle and slow kiss, but it was long and meaningful, it expressed exactly how we felt towards one another.

It was perfect.