Clad in a silky black T-shirt that doesn't cover my shoulder but is modestly conceals my chest region and matching tights from the basement, I hesitate in front of Infinity's door. He might be asleep. Isn't alcohol a depressant? Or is that nicotine? I always mix the two up.
Making up my mind to apologize after all, I knock softly on the door. Infinity appears at the door, his dark eyes meeting mine instantly, sad, empty. His fingers graze my cheek softly. I can't believe I've gotten myself into this situation again. Next, he'll be angry, or happy, or perverted.
"Why'd you come here?" He rasps, his hand still against my face.
"I wanted to apologize. I acted childishly before, and I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
His hand drops to his side, and his eyes harden. I take a step back. Why does he seem so upset about me apologizing.
"Oh. Well then, you have. Goodnight."
"You're upset," I state.
"No, I'm not."
"Infinity," I press solemnly. His hand clenches.
"Just go." He begins to close the door, but I slip inside his room before he can, standing in front of him.
"Why are you upset?"
He doesn't say anything, but holds the door open for me to leave.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He looks down, sighing. I notice the pained expression on his face.
Taking a step forward, I look up at him. "Why?"
His hand brushes aside a stray bit of hair, then goes to my face. I don't falter. If I falter, he'll get the wrong idea. "You're so curious. Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" He murmurs, his fingers traveling to my jawline, tracing lines across my features.
"Do I look like a cat to you?"
"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
"If I remember, I didn't get myself into this."
"You got yourself into this." He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine. An electric thrill runs down my spine. I close my eyes and kiss him back. To my disappointment, he pulls away, making me realize exactly what I just did. "I shouldn't be doing this," he breathes.
"Doing what? I'm the one who kissed back." I reply, mad at myself.
"You didn't do anything. This is my fault," he insists, taking a step back. "I won't do this again."
Infinity opens the door, gesturing for me to leave. Before I step out of his room he leans closer and whispers, "I don't want to see you hurt."
I continue out the door. It seems every time I go into his room, I come out more confused about Infinity than before.
Floating back to the living-room type area that Eventide and Century have claimed, I notice Austrian cartoons are on again. I guess there can only be so much Tom and Jerry.
Illusion has a paper plate with oil stains on it next to him, asleep on the floor once more. Eventide is leaning against the couch, chewing on the remains of whatever he was eating before. Century and I usually take over. Century is nowhere to be seen. He's probably going to the bathroom or something.
I take over Eventide's couch. The television is a lot quieter from this angle, and the light isn't shining directly into my eyes. Smiling, I realize why Eventide likes his couch so much, and the same for Century.
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Teen Fiction"Who are you? What's going on?!" "Nick, could you please shut her up?" "So much work..." "Nick!" "What's going on?!" "It's called kidnap sweetheart. Now let's just put you right back to sleep..." Oh yes, Dominic has gotten herself into another mess...
