CHAPTER NINE
it had been half an hour , and calum had moved from the floor to beside olive on the sofa. nobody had talked, it was silent. that was okay, because neither of them knew what to say. they just lay in eachother's presence , enjoying every second.
olive shifted her body so that her head was now on his lap, switching positions with him. calum smiled, his face feeling sticky with tears.
he didn't really know what to think about olive. was she too long gone to save her? maybe. if she was, calum was going to make today - her supposedly "last" - the best.
calum stood up , taking olives hand and dragging her into the bathroom. "what are you doing , calum?" olive was beyond confused. a minute ago they were both laying down on the sofa in silence and now calum had sat her down on the toilet seat, rooting for something in the cupboard under the sink.
"clearing you up. you were right in the supermarket, by the way. runny makeup? yeah totally not cute." he winks at her, chuckling at himself for the reference from earlier in the day.
"where are we going?" olive had already caught onto the fact that they would be leaving her cosy apartment , and it didn't appeal to her very much. calum finally found a flannel (the face kind u guys) and was running it under warm water. olive stopped him. "no, run it under cold water, it feels nicer." she instructs , turning off the hot tap.
"well okay then." calum says with a smile. he runs the flannel under cold water, then squeezes it so it isnt soaking. "to answer your earlier question , we are going out."
olive rolls her eyes. " yeah , i got that." she mumbles. calum turns the tap off and kneels down in front of the toilet, where olive was sitting. he wipes off her makeup , and the tears then looks her in the eyes. "you know, you look better without all the makeup. much more you."
olive blushes at that. "thanks , i guess." she says , avoiding eye contact. calum shakes his head at the insecure girl and stands up. olive follows him, but before he can leave the room she stops him. " hey, come back here." she says. calum looks back, furrowing his eyebrows.
"but i don't wear makeup." olive rolls her eyes for the second time since they have been in the bathroom. "doesn't mean you cant get tear streaks." calum nods and sits down on the toilet seat.
olive copies calum's actions from earlier, wiping off any stain on his face. "there you go.back to being beautiful ." although olive thought calum was beautiful even with the tear stains.
"like you." he replies. suddenly, calum got the sudden urge to kiss her. maybe it was the way she looked at him with her big eyes, or that the eyelash that calum didn't see when be was wiping her face was stuck to her cheek, but calum felt the overwhelming feeling that felt a little like love.
he slowly leans forward, fluttering his eyes closed, and as soon as olive understands what he's doing (at first she thought he was passing out) she does exactly the same.
when there lips touch, sparks fly. they slot together as if their lips were meant for each other , like a puzzle peice.
their breath still tastes of the herbal tea that olive made them both during 'angus thongs and perfect snogging' , making the kiss more satisfying than ever.
it was a slow kiss, with a lot of passion, both of them leaning into each other. calum gently puts his hand on the back of olive's neck shortly before they have to pull away for air.
when they pull away, olives lips look swollen, and calum feels the need to kiss them again. so he gives her another peck on the lips, both of them revelling in the best kiss they have both ever had. it wasn't rough, or too slow, it was like the ones in the movies when they really mean it.
before they knew it, they were throwing their jackets on, linking their hands together and running out of her apartment building.
-unedited
