Beautiful Tragedy

Good Vibes

Braden had left me sitting there, on my roof pondering over his question. His stupid bezoar question that had left me stunned.

"Do I scare you?"

Well of-fucking-course you scare me! You're a boy who has done things with girls in their room, alone. Who wouldn't be scared?
So sitting there, while the sun rose from the horizon, I watched as the sky turned from dark to light within forty-five minutes and still, I had no real reasoning as to why he scares me.
He turns my stomach into knots with a rats nest of a hair in it, as well as good vibes.

I don't even know what to do.

Reed had opened the window because he's smarter than me, and loves to make sure I'm alive and okay. I climbed back through my window when the sun turned a deep pink with a little blue still from the night.
The Light meets Dark, conversing into something no one really understands but everyone follows.
Everyone at one point has went from light to dark or dark to light.
Everyone's had those times in their life, no one has ever been on one side for long.

Crawling into bed, I patted the spot beside me by my pillow indicating Reed to cuddle, he was already watching me, waiting. "Up up!" I chirp with eagerness to at least get an hours rest of sleep.
Putting my arm under Reeds head and the other around his ribs, I squeezed gently and inhaled deeply, his scent drifting into my nostrils and putting my restless mind at ease, "You're my boy, Reed." I whispered hoping he'd be listening. I saw his ears pop up.

"You're the best cuddle buddy ever," I went on patting his side while shutting my eyes. He exhaled a big breath and sighed in content.

Pushing myself into sleep, Braden's face popped into my mind and shortly I was dreaming about him.

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Everything was silent, I knew words were being said but I couldn't hear them, I knew there was laughter but I couldn't feel it come out and into the air, it was like everything was in slow motion where you can hardly hear anything but you know something's going on.
In a slow blur Braden was in front of me cupping my cheek and the next he was leaning in and I felt different. Like I always kissed him, that it wasn't just a first time all over again, I felt my stomach stay to a normal of excitement, but still his lips made my body swoon for him.

He slung his arm around my waist and squeezed me closer to his chest, his hand on my cheek going to my neck to hold me in place, his hand around my waist went to my backside and squeezed, I felt a soft rumble deep down in my throat but I didn't hear it come out like I know it did.
We were in a room I haven't seen before, maybe his, it wasn't like a normal teenage boys room, his walls were white and had posters on his wall of cool designs, designs meant for just his eyes to see.
His bed was a midnight blue, with only two pillows and then his cloths were everywhere, tossed and thrown aside from whatever he had done with them.

His room seemed big but it was cluttered with anything and everything he had. It made me understand him just a little bit more inside.

He was walking backwards towards his bed, I followed him numbly because I didn't want to stop touching, kissing, breathing in each others tastes, I wanted him, all of him, and I wasn't scared. I knew deep down, this is what needs to happen.
When his calves hit the edge of his bed, he sat down slowly, putting his hands on my waist, asking me to obey. I didn't even know what he was asking, but I did what I wanted, what I felt, so I put my legs on either side of his, kissing him deeper as I sat on his lap.

My hands were in his hair, tugging softly as I grind against him as his hands help guide my hips on his.
I took my hands and fumbled with taking his shirt off, giggling breathlessly from embarrassment, he took my face in both his hands and spoke, I didn't hear them but I had a feeling I knew what he said, my stomach doing triple back flips and twists, I knew what would happen next.