I looked back at Bailey. "We are so alike." I said quietly. "We really are, you're so much like Cam. You look like her and speak like her and act like her." "Well we are related." I said back. He had the the couch bed folded out but was just laying on it. We spoke for a little about nothing, and then a silence hit us, but it was shortly broken by Bailey asking me a question. "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" "Because I'm me. I can't do anything right and look at me. I'm obviously not the skinniest thing on the planet." "I think you're fucking beautiful, just saying. And curvy girls are so much better than skinny girls, no one likes hugging a stick and to me, anyone who say you can't do anything right much just be jealous of how intelligent and talented you are. Honestly, I cannot see why nobody wants to date you, you're a pretty good catch if you ask me." "Oh you're cute." I said back shyly. "You're quite amazing yourself you know? I would definitely go there." "Oh would you now?" He asked. "Indeed." I replied. There was then another silence.
I sat there biting down on my lip lightly and watched him as his eyes gazed from my eyes to my lips to my hands and back again. I wanted to kiss him, his lips were just there, on his face, so venerable, so perfectly placed. It was like he really could read minds like Edward Cullen, because without warning, he lent in a kissed me and pulled out straight away. I wasn't sure whether to kiss him again, I knew I wanted to. I was nervous and my nerves got the better of me. Sure enough I lent in for another kiss but completely missed his mouth. I turned around, embarrassed and hid my face from view. "I'm sorry" I said. "Can we try that again?" "I don't see why not." He said as he half sat up kissing me again. As the kiss broke, I bit my lip saying, "that's better." Before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again.
He fell onto his back on the couch and pulled me down with him continuing to kiss me. In the moment he pressed his lips against mine I didn't want him to stop. A part of me wanted to give myself to him whether it was right or wrong. I wanted to feel his skin move against mine under the sheets in the late night. I wanted to feel him kiss my neck and whisper in my ear that it was right. I wanted him to take away the feeling inside of me that I hated, I wanted him to put out the raging fire crackers that were exploding inside of me, I wanted to forget. His lips were soft, sweet and moist. They were placed perfectly with mine, moving in sync which each tender kiss.
His lips left mine and started trailing down my neck. "I want you." He said to me through kisses. "What?" I asked pushing him away, confused. "Skylar I like you, and I know you probably don't like me, but yeah, I'm done, I just had to get that out." He said embarrassed. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. I paused for a moment processing what Bailey had just said to me. I looked at the floor and then back at him before going and kissing him again. "Don't worry." I said. "I want you to." He pulled me a top of him, still kissing me and ran his hands down my waist, then grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to him.
The night dragged on and on with us wrapped between the sheets and through the kisses and the butterflies I still couldn't get Tye out of my head. The next morning I woke up to him wrapping his arms around me. "Shit." I whispered to myself. I laid there for a bit before checking the time on my phone. It was seven am. I sat up pulling the sheets up with me, and ran my eyes around the room looking for my clothes. My shirt was on the floor on my side of the bed. I grabbed it and threw it on. My pants were under a the sheets. I put them on and walked into my bedroom. I opened the door with a slight creak and Camilla was sitting up in her bed glaring at me. "What?" I asked. "You and Bailey?" She said suspiciously. "Yeah?" I asked. "Did you guys?" She asked. "Yeah." I said back ashamed. "What about Tye?" "He doesn't want me. "So are you and Bailey together?" "I don't know, he said he liked me, and then this happened." I said. "Oh." "I'm going for a shower." I said unenthusiastically before grabbing clothes and having a shower. So many things were going through my mind. Did I just make a mistake. I just gave myself to someone I only just met. I felt something for him but was it real?
When I got out of the shower, everyone else was awake. Kaili and Mason had hangovers, Camilla was talking to Bailey and Tye was on his phone. I walked over to Tye and sat next to him dropping my head in my hands. "What's up?" He asked me. "I'm an awful person." I said quietly. "Why." He asked. I looked at Bailey and back to Tye. "Last night, things happened." "Like?" "You know, things." I said. Tye looked confused, but shortly caught on. "Really?" He asked surprised. "Mm." "Are you two like a thing?" "I don't know." Tye didn't seem to happy about the idea of Bailey and I and changed the subject almost instantly. Things were a little awkward between Bailey and I but I broke it by walking up to him and blocking his path. "What are we?" I asked. "Huh?" "Don't act like last night didn't happen, I know you know what you said." "Of course I know what I said, I said it didn't I?" He said being a smartass. "So what now?" "Nothing has changed, I still like you." "Then why are you avoiding me?" I asked irritated. "Because I am trying to get over you, we can't be together. It wouldn't work, you live at the coast." "So?" "It just can't work. Now please let me go." He said before kissing me and walking away. I was so confused
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After we left the Coast and all headed back to our homes, things were a little bit awkward between Bailey and me for a while. Tye didn't talk to me the whole drive back to the coast, he still didnt seem to like the idea of Bailey and I even though I constantly was reminding him that nothing further was going to happen. Still, as my hands steadily held the steering wheel his face and last words played in the back of my mind over and over again. After I dropped Kaili and Tye home I walked up to my bedroom and looked out the window again. The rain was back, washing the fallen autumn leave down the street. The trees were naked, as naked as my body was last night. The red, yellow and orange leaves reminded me of fire, in particular the fire that was burning inside of me. I was the leaves, and Bailey, he was the rain, putting out each and every burning flame. But for how long though?
The rain started to get heavier making our tin roof echo. The clouds were blocking out every inch of sunlight. Soon all that could be heard was the rumbling rolls of thunder and sharp points of rain on the roof, and all that was in sight was darkness until a strike of lightening lit up all that was outside. I walked over to turn my bedroom light on and within having it on for ten minutes it started flickering until it blew, leaving me in utter darkness. Still, Ellie and mum weren't home. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and stumbled to my bed. I had only 30% battery left. I unlocked in and went into my contacts pressing on Bailey's name and dialling.
"Hello?" a voice said to me. "Bailey." I said back. "Oh, hey Skylar." he said back awkwardly. "What's up?" "Uhm, I just wanted to talk to you, I really don't want things to be awkward between us, we get along too well." I said back cautiously. "I really dont know what to say Sky." "I know. But can we just forget it ever happened?" I asked. "I suppose so." he said back. The moment he said that a huge sigh of relief escaped my body. We spoke for about an hour before he had to go. After the call had ended I walked down stairs using the lightening through the window guide my steps to the kitchen. I grabbed a couple of candles and lit them before carefully walking back up to my room with them. I was okay. I had a great group of friends, I was happy, finally, but, I couldn't have ever been more wrong.
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Red Butterflies
Teen Fiction*UNEDITED* A suicidal love story, based on a true story with a few tweeks in it to make it more interesting. This is a story about a teenager named Skylar, she, like many other teenagers is facing tough times and is depressed. With constant arguing...