Mid-Summer, 2009
Summer was almost over but still it felt like a new beginning for me. It's been three weeks since he arrived and not a day passed that we didn't spend time with each other. He really patched the years that he missed. We strolled over the town, painted some walls, and watched movies. We did a lot of things every single day. Unfortunately, except for this day because I had to take care of Tris. She broke her leg yesterday morning while doing a cartwheel in the cheering squad.
"So, you kissed him, huh? Tell me about it." Tris asked as she drew herself near me, hugging her pillow like waiting for a grandma to tell a midnight story.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to sound mad at her to conceal my feelings, but my sister is really good that you couldn't hide anything from her.
"You've been biting and touching your lips, smiling like a dog, and staring blankly on my wall." She said expertly.
"He kissed me." I confessed then rolled my body over her bed. Just the thought of it made my entire body heat up.
It happened the other day. I visited their too-big-for-three-persons-house, which is just across ours, for our entry in the art exhibit.
"Here. That's all I got." Travis said while tossing few paints and paintbrushes.
"Are these gonna make it?" I asked while eyeing on each container.
"Well, if we limit our masterpiece and won't put so much of your 'girly' strat then they're just perfect." He grinned at me showing his perfect white teeth. I just rolled my eyes at him.
We both decided to make a simple 'sunset at the beach' since we only had some shades of red and blue. We set our materials on their veranda, which is my favorite spot in their house, so we could have some brainwave for the piece. The view from their place was so beautiful and relaxing. There you can see the tall pines from afar, some cute little birds, and of course the wide blue and orange sky. Good thing it's almost sundown, just perfect.
We seated on an elevated chair right next to each other then started painting. For the first time since he came back, I got to stare on his face up close for a long time. I never knew I would feel this way, I mean, I used to hate him, not hate 'hate' him, it's just I knew he had feelings for me, and I really do value our friendship that we established for a quite long time, that's why I never let him go beyond boundaries. But he has changed a lot. Physically? Obviously yes. Emotionally? I don't know. His feelings for me were still a big question mark, so were mine. Being apart for two years was enough for the both of us to make us know our feelings clearer. That moment, I was thinking if I don't want him close or I'm dying to be close to him. Well, having one canvas would be very helpful.
"Water please." He said.
I quickly grabbed the glass with tinted water and handed it to him without looking away from the canvas. I thought he already touched the glass, but I was wrong. The moment I looked at him, he was half bathing with pale colored water.
"Look, I didn't mean to, I...I thought you already got it." I said while blinking my eyes double time.
I tried to wipe his shirt with my bare hands but then I realized it was useless.
"Oh. It's okay." He said calmly.
He then removed his plain-white-now-stained-shirt, revealing his naked masculine body. My eyes widened in surprise. Though I was used to seeing him half naked, since we grew up together, but this moment was totally different. I was iced and melted at the same time. Maybe, he thought that there would be no "problem" if he would still do that. I was so sure that I was blushing and I didn't want him to see me so I decided to go get some food or anything.
"Can I just...uh...go out? Clean yourself first. Besides we're almost done." I said as cool as I could though I was palpitating inside.
I quickly stood up, not knowing that the floor was also damp. I slipped on my very first step and accidentally fell on the table where our paints have been set. The moment I opened my eyes, my body was covered with paint and my back was fucking painful.
"Katy, are you okay?!" He asked while offering me his hand. He looked so worried.
"I'm a-alright." I barely said those words.
I reached for his hand, but when I was half-way up, I couldn't move my legs and it made my back suffer even more. So instead of me standing up, we both fell down on the floor. That moment, my world became colorful. Literally colorful.
"Look, Trav. I didn't mean to..." I couldn't pull myself together, aside from my aching body, we were too close. Too close. His arms were wrapped around me, his breath was running through my skin, his scent drugging every piece of me, and his heart was racing with mine. Oh my....g!
"I know you didn't mean to...but this one, I mean it." When he said those meaningful words, his lips were like brushing my forehead, down to my nose.
Before I could analyze what he said, his soft lips touched mine.
