Story of Our Lives

Chapter Nine

Riza POV

I leaned back against Roy's chest, his arms wrapping around my waist, and sighed. He pressed his lips to my head and leaned back in the chair, both of us looking up at the moon.

Me: It's so nice out here. So peaceful.

Roy: Yeah. I love it.

I nodded and looked up at him, a smile on my face, my hand pressing against his cheek, Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine, our heads angling to deepen the kiss. I moaned and he pulled away for air, his hands pressed on my stomach, fingers running up and down my wavy chest, the scar still there.

Me: You were really scared. Weren't you?

Roy: Yeah. I thought you were truly gone and I wasn't....

Me: Going to love again?

He nodded and I sat up, turning around to face him, my hands pressing against his cheeks, lifting his head up so I could look into his eyes.

Me: Even I did die, I don't want you worrying about if you'll ever find someone else again. So, if it ends up like it did before, just move on and keep me close to your heart. Okay?

He nodded and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, my fingers tangling themselves in his hair. His arms fell around my waist and I moved closer, our bodies pressed together. Moaning, he pulled me into his lap, our tongues fighting in between our mouths. My hands ran up his shirt and he was about to throw it off when we heard someone yell, both of us breaking apart for air.

???: GUYS! I NEED HELP!

Me: Nate.

We glanced at each other and sighed, standing up and walking back into the house, our eyes going wide. Nate ran into the house with Morgan in his arms, blood staining her forehead, breathing light.

Me: Oh my God. MARK! PHOENIX!

Footsteps rushed down the stairs as Mark and Phoenix ran into the living room, Mark's hair a mess and Phoenix wearing his sweatshirt, his flannel unbuttoned. Ignoring their attire, we followed Nate as he carefully laid Morgan out on the couch, blinking away the tears in his eyes. Roy ran into the kitchen, grabbing a wet cloth and a bottle of water, handing it to Nate. We sat down in chairs around the couch as Nate lifted Morgan's head into his lap, wiping away the blood on her head, trying to talk.

Me: Calm down. Just take a deep breath and explain what happened.

He nodded, letting out an exhausted breath, and sighed, talking slowly.

Nate: I heard the crash about a few blocks away where I was buying a little surprise for her and rushed over, Morgan collapsing onto the ground as her car exploded. It took me a lot of courage to actually get her over here, avoiding the ambulances and police cars on the way.

Roy: What about who did it? Did you see the guy?

Nate: No. All I heard where people talking about a girl barely landing in the bushes as she let her car fall out of control, hitting Morgan's and causing the accident.

Mark: Girl?

He nodded as Morgan groaned, all of us falling silent. Her eyes moved and they slowly opened, everyone sighing quietly, Nate moving to her side, laying her head on the pillow behind them. She glanced around and blinked, the blood staining the brink of her hair, eyes out of focus.

Morgan: (Hoarse) Guys? What...

She tried to sit up, but she moaned, Nate carefully pushing her back down, hand running through her hair.