The Difference - Christian Leave

Fifteen

I rubbed the back of his head with my hand and hugged him tighter with my other arm.  I twisted his hair between my fingers.  I felt his lips touch my collarbone and the heat rose in my cheeks.

"Christian..." I said, my voice wavering.  He ignored me.  He kissed all along my collarbone and up my neck until he reached my lips again.  His last kiss was soft but this one had something behind it.  My heart beat faster.  I tried backing up but he walked with me, his hands gripping my waist until we were against the door (which was still open).  A few seconds later he finally pulled his lips away from mine, keeping close to my face.  His green eyes shone brightly into mine.

"Yes?" he said, darkly and softly.  I stared at him while raising my eyebrows.  He actually felt that way about me?  He had shown romantic interest, but that look in his eyes, that was...passion.  I blushed again.  He seems so full of sunshine and laughter, I never thought about him having those sort of feelings.  I mean, I guess everybody does.  He seems like such a little baby sometimes, though.

I ran my fingers through his hair again, this time from the front to the back.  It was such an adorable mess now. 

"You're really good at that," I said.  A smile stretched across his face, and he bit his lip.  Then he leaned his head back a little.

"Why, thank you," he said, flirtatiously.  Once again he tried to do the infamous eyebrow wiggle.  We both cracked up, and I put my hand over my mouth I was laughing so hard.  Other people could have their serious make out sessions, because this was wonderful to me.

We finally calmed down Christian looked like he wanted to ask a question.

"Can we watch another movie tonight?" he said, excitement in his features.  He was holding both my hands and moving them all around.

"No-" I began.

"But, please?  Pretty, pretty please?"  he gave me a toothy smile.  Charm would not get him anywhere in this situation.

"My mom comes home tomorrow and I said I'd have vacuumed and finished the laundry.  I also never cleaned the kitchen from dinner and," I stopped, as he was giving me puppy-dog eyes.

"Christian," I admonished, "I just can't do it, no matter how much I want to."

"Couldn't you have done all this stuff before though?" he wined.

"I could've.  But someone has decided to take up a lot of my time this weekend," I said, giving him a look.  It registered that I had spent hours with him, before never having a conversation of a few seconds.  That is so weird.  I should've shown up in his room sooner.

"What if I helped you clean and stuff?" he asked mischievously.  I tilted my head.

"You wanna help me clean?" I said.

"Well, heck yeah if I get to snuggle with you," he said, shifting his balance between feet.

"I think it'll still be too late, Christian," I said, with disappointment in my voice.  "It's already 9:30 and tomorrow is a school day."  He rolled his eyes.

"You know what, I'll still help you," he said, "cause I'll still get to be with you."  He tickled my sides, making me squirm.

"Well, ok."  I smiled to myself, did it get any better than this?  I assigned him to doing to the dishes.  I honestly didn't trust him to vacuum to my mother's standards.  Our house was pretty small, so it wouldn't take that long with the both of us working.  I played Bon Iver on the desktop even though you could barely hear it over the vacuum.

He actually did a pretty good job in the kitchen, I was impressed.  We gave each other high fives.  Then, we reluctantly walked over to the front door.  It was 10:15.  I gave him a peck on the cheek.  His hair tickled my nose.

"Goodnight, Christian," I said.  He leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips, surprising me a little bit. Then he winked.

"Goodnight, Josephine," he said.  Then he whispered in my ear, "Or should it be girlfriend?"  My heart leapt out of my chest.

"Girlfriend?" I asked in pure shock.

"Yes, I don't just go around kissing girls that I don't want to date.  What kind of a boy do you think I am?" he said, slightly kidding and slightly serious.  This weekend definitely ties with the movie marathon I had with my mom last year for best weekend ever.  It was my turn for whispering.

"Goodnight, boyfriend," I said with a smile in my voice.

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Christian's cover of Sorry is 👌

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