All In My Head

Hold My Hand

I frantically claw at the tears streaming down my face but I just couldn't hold back the river. I start sobbing hysterically when I hear tapping noises at my window. I roll over and groan quietly as I tug at my curtains angrily. My mouth was gaping when I saw what I did and I think I drank some of my tears.

It was Ethan at my window. It takes my brain forever to process the fact that he climbed up to my window when he shoots me an annoyed expression and I rush to open it. He swings one leg over my window sill at a time landing gracefully on my rug.

He walks up to me and takes my hands in each of his and rests his forehead on mine. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think other than the fact that I didn't know what to think. But I thought he left me. But all this time, he didn't. He would always be there for me. I was sure. He rests his hand on my cheek and looks into my eyes. Searching for an answer to his question. What was his question?

Finally he asks, 'Hey baby. Are you okay? Why are you crying?'

He made me smile like a baby panda on steroids. 'I'm still not your baby and I'm not really sure if I'm okay; judging by the fact that my social life is a population of one, my best friend turned out to be a backstabber and I also detest Mackenzie for the fact that she made me dislike heels, because she wore them today to college. But I'm still gonna wear 'em. And ... 1) Why are you here? 2) How did you climb up to my window? What are you? Spiderman? 3) My mum is literally going to kill me if she finds out that you are here 4) Hold on...how do you know where I-'

'Why do you ask so many questions?' He smirks as he grabs my waist and pulls my closer to him.

'And you answer me with a question while criticising my over-use of enquiry?' I raise my eyebrows and beam. My tears were forgotten.

'Hmm. I'll grant you the pleasure of the answer to one of your many questions.' His grip on me becomes tighter but not uncomfortable; secure.

'So like a genie?' I ask like a fascinated child in a store full of candy.

'Uh-huh. Let's see, I'll answer number 3, because it is the magic number and is also the only one that isn't a question technically. But hey, if my baby demands reasons, she'd gonna get them. And yes. Before you say it, you ARE my baby. As for your dear mother, she won't even know I'm here. Ninja, I promise. You might want to start by locking your door though.' He looks over towards my door and I ever-so-slightly turn my head round to look so I don't lose his embrace.

'It is locked; I locked it when I got home.' I respond.

'Is it?' Worded like a question and spoken like a statement with a know-it-all grin.

'Oh shit' I mutter under my breath. I go over to my door to lock it as he takes off his sneakers and rests against my headboard with his feet up.

'Like I said the first day we met, you have a nice ass.'

'Don't push it', I retort, 'It was also the day I determined that you were an objectifying asshole and your 'posse' who laughed along were also pricks. But I did find it rather amusing when Mr. Douchez gave you a detention. Nice teacher, but an extremely unfortunate last name.' I walk over and crash down next to him.

'So I was determined an asshole when we were pre-teens and then your hormones went all crazy making you crazy about me.' He throws his arm around my waist.

'I am going to punch you.' I joke.

'Do it, I dare you. Punch me right here' he says, motioning towards his left cheek.

I ball my hand into a fist and lightly tap him; barely touching his cheek.

'Ow!' he sarcastically moans in pain while caressing his cheek.

'So why weren't you at school for like a month?' I ask.

'That doesn't matter', he says, brushing it off, leaning closer into me. 'I actually came over to see if you were okay, but it seems as though my attempts to please are somewhat unappreciated.'

'I'm sorry' I mutter as I rest my head on his shoulder.

'So what happened between you and Melody?' He says quietly.

'Let's just say that she switched over to the dark side. I mean, she should tell the devil I said 'hey' when she gets back to where she's from' I rolled my eyes so hard I think I sprained them.

He chuckles rather loudly.

'Shhhhhhh. Ninja remember?' I remind him.

'Sorry. I should probably get going. I need to go and meet Dominic and thank him for... everything really.' Dominic is his friend from secondary school. He starts to put on his sneakers and heads back towards the window.

'Thanks for coming tonight. It WAS appreciated. And thanks for letting me stay at your house That Night.' I say softly, following him.

'No problem.' He answers.

Before I know it his lips are pressed up against mine and I feel like I'm just going to die right there and snuggle with a lion in heaven.

'I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow, there's a dinner at Nando's with all my friends if you can make it?'

'I'll see what I can do. I'll text you my answer.' I giggle as I escort him out and lock my window.