Forever and Always

Chapter Six: She Loves Him

                                                                                     ~Amelia's POV~

Daniel and I were walking up the stairs when a loud whisper grasped my attention from downstairs:  "She loves him, but I am not supposed to tell you guys, so keep it shut." I tried not to make it obvious that I overheard my mother's words, I could not help but smile and let out a sigh. I wasn't positive whether not Dan heard it, though I heard him say something under his breath, which made me think he did. " Did you say something?" I ask hoping he would tell me what he said, "Oh, it was nothing. And I," He sighed,"I like  you. A lot." 

We reached the top of the stairs in the midst of him saying what I didn't think he would mention. I stood silent in absolute shock. "I don't know what to say next. Daniel, you know these things, I am not a good conversationalist." He just giggled, and rebutted," That isn't true, I like talking to you." I was blushing more than ever, and my heart was pounding. 

Him and I went inside of my room, leaving the door open. He had a blush and a smile, batting his eyelashes at me. I sat on my futon, across from my bed. Dan could have sat anywhere, but decided to sit immediately next to me. I smiled and I could feel anxiety welling up in my heart. "Dan, I didn't really want it to be the topic of conversation, just yet. I didn't want you to know anything about me lov- liking you." He was aware of the fact that I almost told him I love him. " You do like me?" I could here the excitement in his voice. " Well of course I do silly. I more than like you, I -" I stopped and nearly had a panic attack," No wait, I mean... I didn't... I'm so sorry I-" 

This time a more pleasant interruption. His soft lips against mine. There was nothing in that moment that mattered, besides the kiss. This feeling was more than what was described in the books, the songs, and the movies; More than I had expected. The soft tenderness of his lips along with the gentle approach. Closed eyes ,and everything else that made the kiss perfect, eventually came to end. Dan stopped and moved his mouth away from mine. His eyes were still closed for a second after, though mine opened when it was over. I was greeted with the image of Daniel's soft red cheeks, and realized that his right hand was on my waist and his left holding my hand. I kept my hand on his and he left his hand where they were.

"I'm sorry." He said in a panic," I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to be calm, and I know that wasn't the only solution, but-" , "Dan, stop apologizing, it was beautiful; I loved it. I wish that could happen more often. You were right to do that, and you don't know this, but at this very moment, I am panicking. To be quite honest  want to kiss you again, but  I don't know how you felt about that.", " Amelia," He said defiantly, " I don't know why you are doubting yourself. It was wonderful; Better than I thought it would be. And, no, I'm not doubting you, I was doubting myself." 

Whenever Dan spoke, it was as if I was in as if I was in a trance. Nothing could stop my impulses. I ran my fingers through his soft, wavy hair, and I tilted my head towards his. Our lips brushed against each other's, when Arthur walked in. "Wait, what are you doing? Trash, stop doing that!" Arthur called Dan Trash, because that is what he felt like calling him at the moment. "It isn't what it looks like, I swear." Dan said with a scared seriousness in his voice. " Don't worry, Dan, he isn't going to do anything. He is a giant teddy bear.", "No- Ugh, Dan- Amelia- Ew." He said in disgust, then stomped away.

"I will admit that I was scared for a minute, then.", "Don't let him intimidate you, he cried at the movie 'Finding Nemo.'" Dan laughed, then got up to grab his art supplies out of his backpack.

As he picked up his drawing book, and threw it on to the futon, a familiar image fell out from it: Daniel and I... Kissing. How could he have known that this was going to happen? I questioned tonight's incident. Could he have planned this? He wouldn't have... Would he, though? I mean, it is quite adorable. And the drawing is considerably beautiful. Though the drawing was on point with what happened. The hand on the hip and the hands to hand contact. His eyes closed as his lips were a bit parted from mine; His eyes closed, mine dreamily open filled with love. 

" Hey, Dan," I questioned with suspicion, "What is this?" He snatched it from my hand, and glared at it, then sighed. "Oh," he clenched his heart," this one? I thought you were talking about... Something else." "Oh you mean this one?" I teased. His eyes darted toward my hands, then toward my eyes. For the first time, I saw serious, intent in his eyes, with worry in his heart.  " Wha-" When he looked at me he realized that I was not being realistic. I wasn't even holding his notebook in my hand,  and he seemed intensely concerned. I was tempted to look, but that would not be considered something that a friend would do. A friend I thought A friend.