Twisted Love

Chapter 10

"Kiss me?" James asked quietly, his eyes meeting mine.

I am dumbfounded at his question. I sigh and look at my feet for a second before meeting his eyes once more.

"James, I- you know-"

"No Luna, I don't know. Why? Why?" He questions.

"Why what exactly?"

"Why him? Why not me? What does he have that I don't?" He begins to lower his voice as his hands fall flat at his sides.

I feel so bad for him, I feel bad for making him feel bad. Why should I feel bad for liking someone else? If anything he is the one making me feel bad; or both ways.

"James, I'm sorry okay? Please stop making me feel bad for liking someone else, it's not fair-" he just keeps cutting me off.

"Okay, okay, whatever. It's not fair to me either but whatever. I'm sorry for bringing it up. What did you come to talk to me about?" He says as he holds his head low and keeps steady eye contact with his feet.

I remain silent for a while, stunned by his actions. It kind of hurts me how he is acting. I swallow before speaking, "I-I just wanted to apologize for blowing up at you last night. I am sorry, James."

The silence encasing us makes me want to scream, and the tension suffocating us makes me want to get away, but I decide against it. I want James and I to be friends; I am not running away from the obstacles I face with him this time. It kind of stings that he has not said he accepts my apology though.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I say trying to break the tension and it catches his interest, as he looks like he has been ripped away from his thoughts.

"You're staying? Like, for real?" He says and I see a small smile on his face, one that makes my heart feel like it is going to combust.

"I'm not leaving this time," I say and smile at him, smiling through the pain.

"Oh and um, sorry- I forgot to tell you that I accept your apology," he says and turns red- he is so adorable!

"It's okay," one of the biggest lies of 2015.

"So, um, what would you feel comfortable doing?" He asks timidly.

"Um, maybe we could, I don't know. Honestly, I do not know," I laugh and he lets out a laugh also. It feels good to break through the tension.

"Haha okay maybe we could just, chill? You know," he says a little hesitantly.

"That sounds good. Now come on, let me finally see your room," I say in a strong tone while fist pumping.

He laughs and turns around before twisting the doorknob to his room door. It opens to a large room with mint green walls and black furniture. Posters cover an entire wall, the side with his iMac computer, bookshelf and what I assume to be a door leading to a closet as it is half open and a few hung up clothes are peeping through. Throughout the room was kind of a mess though- Domino's pizza boxes, soda cups and clothes lay strewn across the floor. Compared to this, I realise Cristiano's room was clean for teenage boy.

James' bed was not even made, it looks like it just fell out of a tornado for heaven's sake, although I cannot help but giggle at my thoughts.

"Why are you giggling?" He asks.

"Nothing, nothing, just, I was making fun of your room in my head," I state.

He playfully puts his hands on his hips, "Oh, so your room is better? I'd like to see it beat mine in a room-off," he concludes with a flip of his nonexistent shoulder length hair.