The Cure.

Chapter 9

"I want to say your a little blue. You okay?" He asked. I nodded my head. He got up and walked to the bathroom. "I'll be a second." He said and closed the door. I rolled my eyes and looked at the card. It was a pop up. I smiled looking at Calum's face.This guy. Always finding ways to brighten everyone's mood. I'm surprised he hasn't visited me yet. Probably only certain people are allowed to see me like when my mom was in the hospital. I couldn't see her because I wasn't 18. Stupid rules and laws.

"I see you finally checked it out." He said stepping out of the bathroom. I nodded. "Yeah. It was right here so I thought why not?" I chuckled. He smiled. "Even so doubtful you still look pretty." He said sitting next to me. I closed the card. I'll read all their comments later. Right now I should focus on his attention. "Are you trying to flatter me?" I asked angrly. Scruntching up my face and crossing my arms. "Sometimes I think you just might be bipolar." He said. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Do you really?" I ask cupping my face before he can. He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes.

"And your happy about that?" He asked. "Amused." I say. He put the stuff on the side and leaned closer. "About what?" He asked. I leaned in so that our nose were touching. "Your cute." I say. "Way to ruin the moment." He said and pulled back. I rolled my eyes. "I can't call you cute but you can call me pretty?" I asked. He raised his eyebrow. "Because it applies to you." He said. "And cute applies to you so?" I asked. He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "I'm worried." He said his eyes softer than melted ice-cream. Since their chocolate brown, make that chocolate drizzled ice-cream.

I could go for some right about now. Wow. Random thoughts tonight. Its strange. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked him. He nodded. I looked away not wanting to hear the answer directly. "Look at me." He said. I played with my fingers and entwined our fingers. "You can ask me anything." He said. I nodded but I just couldn't find the right words. "Go ahead. Shoot me with an arrow." I mumbled. "Why?" He asked. I shook my head. Spit it out. I slowly looked up at him and wrapped my arms around him. He smiled. I rested my forehead with his.

"If your wondering how, just believe in me." He said. I smiled and played with his hair.So soft and beautiful. Full of life while mine is on its way to the shop to be selled as a wig. "Your not making this any easy." He whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair and softly pulled the hair against the scalp. I smiled. "Let me have my fun. I'm sure I'll be bald the next time you see me." I frown. "But..its my head." He said. "Then be bald with me." I suggest. His hair was now far from my reach. He ran his fingers through it.

"I love my hair! It makes my eyes pop."He said. I giggled. "Really? Your eyes?" I asked. "Yes. Look into them and picture me without my hair." He said. I took the challenge. It was so hard. He had that stupid smirk forming on his lips as my face twisted up in horror. "See. Now that wouldn't be good now would it?" He asked. "Acutally, it would be pretty neat. I mean you'd be bald but your heart wouldn't change. Or who you are in general." I smiled. "I won't care if you have hair or not. Your still gonna be my Laura. The same beautiful, outspoken, brave Laura Lynch." He said the last part cheekily.

I blushed lightly just so he didn't notice. But him being him, he always has to notice. He cupped my face. "I seen that."He said pulling my face up to look him in the eyes. I stared into them. He had that full cover smile that made insides turn inside out. I felt so smile compared to him at times like this. I'd give him the world to keep that smile on his face. I feel like he's the only one that can actually draw any kind of true enotion out of me. Others its just frustration and irritation. Their lucky even if I respond especially these annoying people they call doctors.

"I hate you." I respond. "What? Why?" He asked. I chuckled at his little misunderstanding. "Baby...When I say I hate you, I don't really hate you." I say. He shakes it head. "Oh. Really?" He asked. "Yes." I say. "So when you say you love me, you actually mean you hate me?" He asked. What the? Where did that come from? I parted my lips to say something but the curiousity in his eyes made me giggle. "What? I want to know the language of you." He said. "Its simple." I motioned him to come close. He moved in and stared at me. "What now?" He asked. "Smile." I say. He did so.

"Okay now just stay still." I say. He moved just to annoy me. I rolled my eyes. He cupped my face once more and brushed my lips with his. I smiled. "Tease." He mumbled. "I'm sorry?" I say. He chuckled. "No worries. As long as you'll accept it." He said softly kissing me. I kissed back. He smiled as his hands slipped up behind my head to get a better grip. He nibbled lightly on my lower lip trying to gain access. I giggled and he took his chance. I pushed back and pulled away. "Thanks." I smiled. "Anything for you." He said. I hugged him resting my head on his shoulder. "Sometimes I wonder why your so into me." I say. He held my hand. "I wonder the same for you too."
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