The Black and Grey Effects [completed]

t w e n t y - e i g h t

                                                                                  Please, stay. I smiled. He really needs me. I feel sad for seeing the sad Peter. It breaks my heart. He yanked off the blanket and signaling me to lie beside him. I walked beside his bed and lied beside him. My head was on his chest and his face was buried in my hair.

"It is weird and funny," I whispered.

"Why?" he asked.

"For something cliché, the girl is the one who asked to stay to the boy," I said. I could feel that he was smiling in my hair. I opened my mouth for a while and closed the back. I don't know whether to ask or not.

"I know you want to ask something, just spill it out, Rachie," he said.

"What do you mean by 'saving my life'?" I asked.

"I have a damaged liver since I was thirteen. We couldn't find any donator since the disease was rarely happen in New York. When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl named April. She was exactly look like you-the attitudes, the way you talk, you curse and everything. It was just the same.

"One day, the doctor said that my liver is getting worse and I need the new liver as soon as possible or else I will die. My parents' livers aren't compatible for my body. I was having only a few months. It was too short to confess her that I like her."

He took a deep breath before continue his story.

"I wrote a song for her. The next day, the doctor said that I've got a donator to donate their liver to me. The operation was successful. I want to play the song for her after my operation. Then, I didn't hear any news from her.

"I thought she left me because she didn't think that I could make it. I want to thank the donator for giving me their liver. Then, my mom told me that April was the one who donated the liver to me. Her liver was compatible with mine.

"She gave me her liver because she had leukemia. Before she dies, she wanted to sacrifice something that she thinks valuable and worth for. She gave me her liver because she thinks that I deserve it. Starting from that day, I became a talk less person-a quiet person. I stop playing piano until I met you.

"I thought that April was alive when I saw you in New York last year. I didn't know that you are Rachel Grey, like Lincoln said to me "a boy in girl's body"," he said, smiled.

It was great to see he smiled again. I remembered when he said that he saw me in New York last year. I went there for vacation since my dad had his business there.

"He needs a flying kick from me," I muttered.

"I moved from Beltane to Westfield because of you. I think that April was giving me a second chance to live and meet you," he said. My heart stopped. No, it's beating faster.

"I wish that I could meet her," I said.

"Why?" he said.

"Because I want to thank her for giving you second chance to live and meet me," I said. He laughed. His laugh is my favourite laugh.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked and I nodded.

"Why you never drink?" he asked.

"That day was the first and the last time I drink for my while life," I said.

"Tell me," he demanded with soft voice.

"I used to have a boyfriend named Ryan. To me, he was perfection. My friends told me that he is a bad news. I didn't believe them. My parents and my brothers tell me the same. I thought they all didn't want me to be happy with the one I loved.

"Until one day that changed everything. We all went to a pub and Ryan used his fake I.D since we all are still underage. That was the first time I drink. Ryan persuaded me to drink so I went through it. When I was drunk, I spilled everything that I feel and that I couldn't say when I'm not drunk.

"I told them that they all are stupid and pathetic because they don't want me to be with him. I said to Mia that she is a bitch for trying to flirt with Ryan. I said everything bad to my friends-that I've be friended since I was kid. I told them to stay away from us." I said.

The tears started to roll down my face. I wiped them unwillingly. It was hurt to think about it again.

"On the next day, they all didn't talk and stay away from me. I wasn't realized and aware on that night. When Ryan left me when I found out that he is a gold digger and sexist, I lost everything. I became a suicidal and depressed."

I looked at him as to know if he was asleep but he wasn't, he was listening to every word that I said.

"I'm too stupid for thinking that he will come back and tell me that it wasn't true. I was so lucky for having my friends beside me even I've insult them and talked dirty to them," I continued.

"Where is he now?" he asked.

"In prison."

"Why?"

"He broke into our house and broke into my room. He tried to touch me. My dad called the police and put him in jail. Not even a media knows about this. My dad paid the greatest lawyer to gathered evidences and put him inside for enough time," I said.

"He will never touch you again. I promise," he said.

"We both have our dark secret letters," I whispered and he nodded.

"And they are only our secret dark letters," he continued. He started to hum me a lullaby and I was exactly know that it was 'plus que ma vie' song. It was perfect. I fell asleep.

I woke up and saw that Peter was beside me. I wasn't dreaming. It is real. I yanked the blanket off me and run to my room. I was afraid for having morning breath so I rushed to my room and brushed my teeth. I ran back to his room and he wasn't there. Then, I saw him walking out from the bathroom. He looked at me like a deer caught in the headlight. We both smiled at each other.

"I'd better go," I said, walking out from his room.

"Wait." I turned around to look at him. He was standing in front of me, running his hand through his hair. I was waiting for him to say something.

"I- I- hmm, thanks for staying with me last night," he said, smiled.

"You're welcome. That's what friends do," I said, smiled.

Fuck. Friend? Are you fucking real Rachel? Friend? He must be fucking disappointed. You are in a deep shit.

"Oh, yeah friends," he said, disappointed.

"Anyway my mom asked for dinner in my house tonight," I said. I walked out from his room and walked to my room. I shut the door behind me and sit on the floor.

What I have done? Does he wants more than friends? Why he didn't tell so? Oh, I'm so in deep shit. I walked out from my room and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed some milk since I'm not hungry and walked upstairs to my room. I throw myself on the bed and thinking about last night. His scents, his ruffled shirt, his messy hair, his story. April. His first love. He will never forget her, isn't he? She must be beautiful.

"I don't want to be friend; I want to be more than friend. I want to be his girl," I whispered.