it seemd so unreal of what he said. but here he was sitting on my bed across from me looking into my soul telling he he loved me. like me, he didint know why either. but that seemd to be ok with the both of us. we talked and we kissed and we read my Edgar Allen Poe collection. he was just like me, my other half. i felt so safe in his presence exept when he accidentally scares me. he doesnt mean to but whenever someone puts a hand on my shoulder or makes a sudden movement i think its that man coming back for me, coing back to kill me.
i quickly brushed off my worry when i looked at our intwined hands. it was ok when he touched me, nice actually. i didnt think anybody would ever love me or even like me in the slightest, i wasnt pretty i wasnt athletic i wasnt outgoing or cheery. i wasnt a lot of things and i didnt know what things jason saw in me. a shiver ran through me as he started tracing the pattern on the inside of my palm.
"charolette its 8:30 what are your parents going to say when they find me on your bed?" he asked looking at the door skeptically.
"nothing. they dont care. its friday anyway me and Ivy usually have sleepovers on friday so i'll just say its her in my bed and not you" i said smiling a little and looking at our hands.
"you want me to stay?" he asked me looking in disbelief
"you thought you were leaving?" i asked my face still emotionless. sad even.
"i didnt know you wanted something......like that" he said
"like what?" i asked
"well its sort of like a remix of twilight right? only i really do sleep" he said looking at me in question. its what i always wanted and edward bella rmance and here it was starring me right in the face and i was nervous. really nervous.
" do you?" i asked not sure what to say.
"i always have" he said half smiling at me. i thoughti was going to melt. my lamps were on dimm setting the lighting. his face sparkled when he smiled. "are we having a sleep over?" he said laughing hard now.
"got any pj's?" i asked laughing hard too.
"no" he said
"dont worry, t-shirts are my specialty" i said and i went to my dresser dwars and pulled out my green ireland t-shirt and my blue and green stripped short shorts. then i took my biggest t-shirt i had it was my huge blue Coveka shirt from czecoslovakia when margaret took a trip. it was meant for her husband put they just recently got a divorce and for some reason i had wanted it. im glad i kept it all this time!
i tossed him the shirt, it landed on his chest ruffling his hair. " i think i have pants that will fit you" i said making him stand up. i ran into the laundry room and retreived my dad's red plaid pj bottoms. when i got back into my room i held the waits of the pants to his waist. they were a little big but it would do.
he went into my bathroom and changed. while he was in there i changed too. he came out looking like an irish golf caddi. and me like a leprichan. we both looked at eachother and laughed.
"movies?" i asked holding up the pirates of the caribean and Angels and Demons.
"Angels and Demons hands down" he said walking over to my bed and slumping againt the back bed frame. i placed angels and demons into my little tv in my closet that my parents didnt know about. i didnt have cable or anything but i had a DVD player! ip ressed play and slumped next to him, we werent touching. the movie began, a couple minutes after it started he scouched next to me, his arm around the botom of my back. i snuggled into to his chest and enjoyed the movie.
