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inevitable

    The liquid in my body flows as fast as ever. What was it called? Oh yeah. Blood. Sorry. It's hard to recall even the simplest things when you've just been kissed by the person you think about without even realizing it. He's the one that makes my headaches and migraines run off, only to come back. It's inevitable. So was this kiss. It wasn't even a mouth to mouth kiss, Just a forehead one. I can only imagine what would happen to me if I did kiss him on the mouth. Oh my.
   Anyways, he gives me his sweetest smile, that only repairs my heart in a second, even thought it wasn't broken. That's how much his smile fills me with joy. His cheeks forcing the glasses to shift. He gives me the fist bump and leaves. I imagine myself getting up and jumping onto him. Rubbing our cheeks together and looking into his stunning eyes.
   But of course, I don't. I can't. I want to, but I can't. Instead, I fix the cheap pillow the nurses must of gave me, and sleep.
   I get to sleep for a while, the sound of my mother awakens me. Her supper calm and mellow voice, with just a dab of worry, calling my name. I force a "MoM. HErE." Which for some reason comes out really bad. It feels as if my lungs just took a nap themselves and snoozed off. Lame.
   My mother takes me home, lays me down in bed after eating a Big Mac from the restaurant with the big M on it. My bed is next to the window, so I can see the gray clouds, letting out their tears. I smile. I love the rain. It's so soothing and calm. This is perfect. I'm in my quiet room, hence the beautiful sounds of the raindrops hitting our roof. Also, I got a book in my hands, with a full stomach. I got easy access to the Internet and tv. Honestly, why even leave? But something is missing. Something is missing. I set the book down onto the little table beside me, and then it hits me. Simon, is who's missing.
I grab my phone and decide to just browse my tumblr feed. God, I'm a hipster.
I see the usual, fan art of cartoons like gravity falls and steven universe. I wish I can draw this good. I scroll some more. Oh crap, spoilers. Ew no. Scroll. Homestuck. Scroll. After a while I get a little bored, and sad. I put my phone away and decide to sleep.
I was probably about 7 minutes into my slumber when I heard knocking at my window. The noise startled me to the point where I fell off the bed. I force my self up to the window, only to find the death of me.

Simon.

I quickly open the window. His clothes are soaked, and his hair down. Wet. He gives me his famous smile. So adorable. So adorable omfg.
I quickly tell him to hold on, and start grabbing towels form my closet, lining them up together next to the window. He puts one foot through, tippie-toeing with his other foot. Since his arm is broken, this is gonna be hard. I decide to wing it. I grab his non broken hand, and pull.
He lands on top of me, his leg between mine.

"Oops, sorry about that."

I tell him it's alright, but not to long after he gets up and grabs a towel off the floor, drying himself.

"I hope I didn't come at a bad time."
"Uh no... I mean you could've warned me."
"GOSH IM AN IDIOT!"

He quickly smacks his head, making me grab his arm, calming him down. Gosh he took that a little harsh.

"Sorry, anyways, I just wanted to hang out. Hope that's fine."

He sits on the edge of my bed, patting the seat next to him, signaling me to sit next to him. As if it's his bed. I don't think much of it, and decide to sit. He gestures with his hand toward my iPod. I give him a nod. He turns it on, and connects it to the speaker. He starts shuffling through my songs. Twenty one pilots, Panic at the disco, Misfits, the Neighbourhood, the weeknd, and much more come on. It's like vine, seven seconds of all of them. He seems to be liking twenty one pilots more than I thought. As he shuffles through the songs, I look at his cast. He knows quite a lot of people. Woah. I start reading the names in my head, shocked he even knew these people. He catches me looking at his cast. He leaves the ipod on House Of Gold by Twenty one pilots.

"They're fake friends. Nice people. Just not friend material."
"Oh?"
"Not all though. There's still some good apples."

He puts his hand ( not the broken one. Duh ) over my hand, and squeezes. My face goes read, and the rest is inevitable. He rests his forehead on mine, noses touching. I can feel the plastic rim of his glasses on the bridge of my nose. His eyes are closed. Mine obviously not, but his oblivious to that. Then his eyes open, casting a stunning blue reflection of me through his blue irises.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Our fingers intertwine. It feels as if I'm not controlling my body anymore. But then again, I do. The next thing I do proves my theory. As I tilt my head, moving closer, close enough for me to notice freckles I've never seen. Our lips touch, and stay there for what seems like an eternity, but was probably a second or two. Then, he moves his head back, and laughs. I stare in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, it's just. Um, have you ever like, kiss kissed? Like, with tongue and all."

The question stumped me. I was starting to feel a fog of anger starting to form in me. But I wave it away. Sure that was kind of a douche thing to do, but he was right.
I go ahead and shake my head.

"Wait sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. Sorry. Anyways um, I guess I can teach you... maybe... IF YOU WANT- I mean. Yeah. Gosh this is awkward."

It was, but I like it.

"Sure I guess," I say as I squeeze his hand tighter, " why not?"

He gives me the smile. i do, I say in my head, teach me.

inevitable