Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 12

"Em, are you going to kiss me or not?" Avery was sitting across from me. We were literally face to face. His whisper sent chills up my spine. His hand was tracing hearts on my upper arm, creating even moe chills. I was speechless at the view. I was finally going to be with Avery. From the moment I met him, I wanted him to change my world. And he was. His eyes were a chocolate brown and his smile curved just a little. What was I doing? I needed to kiss him. Instead, I whispered back,

"I can't." I kept alternating from his eyes to his lips. "Show me." What was I doing? Trying to seduce him with my words? He smirked and moved forward into me. His lips slowly pressed to mine and Brett appeared in my mind in flashes. Every image of that first time he and I kissed were flickering with every thought. But as Avery deepened our kiss, I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't. Brett wouldn't leave my mind. It was like I was in two places at once. Each kiss felt like an eternity. It was almost as if my mind was trying to choose. But I was with Avery. Avery and I were falling in love, but Brett wouldn't stay away. The flashes between both became slower and painful. So were the kisses. I couldn't breathe. Slower and slower and slower...

Avery...

Brett...

Avery...

Brett...

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I woke up in a hot sweat. It was just a dream, I wondered. I groaned and fell off my bed. It was Friday. Thank god. Tuesday through Thursday went by faster as I had so much work to get done so I was literally out of it. Avery and I talked a lot with in those two days. I was thinking about him so much lately. But he was the type of guy who just wasn't in for a relationship yet, so I let it go and hung around him. Kacey had told me she and him were talking and I came up. He had said he wanted to get to know me before anything happened. She had said something about me and he just spit that out. I was, in a way, okay with that. 

So every day after school, Avery and I studied for our most difficult subjects. And now it was Friday. Today, we didn't have school. It was a makeup day we needed to use, so I did as I pleased and sat outside. It was a gorgeous day. And all I did was think. That dream left me speechless. I thought how Brett and I hadn't talked in the longest time and I was missing my best friend. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted my best friend back. And until this day, I hated I had ever when over to Trevor's. I was in an emotional state. I had no clue what I was doing. To feel like Trevor and I would ever get back what we lost was a terrible mistake. This was all my fault. Every bit of this was on me. That night. The fight were I almost killed myself. The fight that determined Brett and I. It was just fight after fight after fight. And each one I caused. 

I called up Hunter. I needed to vent to someone, and he was willing to give up this beautiful Friday to talk to me. 

He pulled up in my drive way and hopped out. I gladdly greeted him. I hugged him so tightly, thanking him he was here. We both sat in the grass with our shades on soaking in the Vitamin D. I glanced at him and smiled. He noticed I had been staring and began to say, "You okay, Em?"'

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm just glad you're here. Plus, I wanted to talk." His head immediately turned and he shoved his sunglasses on his head. 

"About?"

"Brett."

He sighed, "Of course. What's wrong?"

"I think I need to talk to him."

He smiled and began, "I think you should. He's been wondering a lot about you lately. I think he misses his best friend."

"What'd he say about me?" I asked worringly.