Vanilla Chaos

Chapter 14: Chubby Girl Cuddles

The entire family was sleeping, the lounge lights were off and the only luminance was the Paris skyline at two in the morning. He kept his arm around me, guiding me silently up the stairs in the graceful black night. It was only when we were both in his bedroom, our jackets thrown on the floor, we felt we could speak. The gentle saffron light from the bed-side lamp was the only thing helping us see in the dark. My love looked other-worldly. His ghostly pale skin glowing, his eyes like sparkling alien-technology and his perfect lips like a red rose, forever preserved in a block of ice.

Those perfect lips that collided with my own the moment the the door shut, those perfect lips that isolated my brain and made me think with my heart, those perfect lips that had become a life source to me; more delicious than any meal, more refreshing than a freezing cold bottle of water on a blistering hot day, and oxygen was simply out of the question, screw breathing, I didn't want to stop kissing him.

We stopped for short gasps of air, when it sadly became a necessity, the same feeling as swimming to the surface after being immersed underwater for what seemed like forever. My motivation to kiss him like this was unclear, but definitely present. His arms remained where they were the whole time, holding me like a porcelain figure, but his lips kissed me like he was leaving to fight in a war, and he was determined to fill our last kiss with as much emotion, passion and love he had left in him.

"Avenelle-Jérôme, I love you."

Without another word, I escaped to my room, locking the door behind me. I needed to run through all of these events in my mind, was I dreaming? No, I wasn't, I could still taste his fruity blue gum and his extra strong coffee. It was odd, to say the two things together in a sentence sounded disgusting, but he was intoxicating; I just couldn't get enough of him. I needed more.

I threw off my clothes and pulled on a long t-shirt, granted, he was very sexy (he was to me, and if he wasn't to you, I couldn't care less, he wasn't for you, he was mine) but it covered all the important parts because I was a sensible teenage girl. The only thing that was pissing me off was the fact that now I had to wear a bra to bed, incase my dearest Frenchie accidentally groped me.

I opened the door to his room without permission, because I was a moron. Thankfully, he was already in his sweatpants (But was that really such a good thing? Like come on, a little peek wouldn't hurt anybody-). He didn't have a shirt on, again. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He mumbled as he turned the other way, so all I could see was his back.

"It doesn't matter, Nelly. I saw you without a top on just this morning, remember? Well yesterday, morning, now..."

"Yes, it does matter, because it obviously makes you feel uncomfortable and I look weird."

"Why do you think you look weird, Nelly?" I went over and closed the door I had so foolishly forgotten to shut upon my arrival.

"Because of the pear."

"What did say about the pear?"

"Ummmm... I forgot, could you pass me a top from the drawers near the door, my love?"

"No, I will not."

"What? Why?"

"You're not allowed to cover yourself up until you admit that your birth-mark is adorable and that I don't care about it."

He turned around, "Okay fine, the pear is cute but those rules were very unfair, tea bitch."

"Why?"

"Because if I have to keep my shirt off, so should you."

"Nice try, Frenchie." I laughed and walked straight past him to what was quite possibly the most comfy bed in the entire universe, "But we ain't bonkin' any time soon."

"Well, I don't even care because you'd wake the whole house up."

"Shut up and cuddle me, your sheets are cold."

But even with him next to me, I still wasn't settled, "Nelly, I can't sleep."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, just help me out and I'll pay you back in chubby girl cuddles."

He slipped out from underneath the douvet and picked up his jacket from the floor, he rooted around in its stupidly large pockets and finally pulled out his phone, which was entangled in a pair of cheeky earplugs. He grabbed me, again, once he had re-entered the fluffy heaven of a bed. He picked up my limp, tired hand, and placed the device in my hand.

"Here you go, chèrie."

"What's it for?"

"Listen to some music, it might help. Don't worry, I'll put it away, if you fall asleep."

"Aw, thank-you, love." I smiled. This trip to Paris was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life.

I saw myself as his background, with the famous arc in the background, of course. I looked so... Imperfect. Yes, I understood no one was perfect, but he was so much closer to it than me. What did he see in? After all of my rotten luck, why did I end up with him? I was lucky, for the first time ever. He was what made me lucky, and I wanted it to stay that way.

I opened the music app and there was a playlist 'When I think of Heidi' with a heart emoticon at the end of the text. I felt immortal, like a God in the sky. Nothing could stop me, nothing could stop us, this love was forever, that much was definite.

I played the first song, and I realised it must be about how he felt when he had to leave me at the school, for the Summer. It was beautiful, how he could connect with music on such an emotional level, and it was truly a shame he never flaunted his angelic voice. But he was using another talent, which made him happy, so I was happy. The singer had a great voice, and from the sounds of it, it was an original song - with acoustic guitar and everything. He was singing about holding a girl in his arms, before he had to say goodbye, and laying down beside her, on their very last night together.

This was how he felt about me? Well, I could be his teddy bear whenever he liked. I closed my eyes, and gave into the snuggly warmth of Nelly's arms.