late night wishes

eric-talking

I hold Naomi as tightly as I would hold an oxygen tank underwater. She sobs into my shoulder, stuttering words and phrases. I try my hardest to calm her down, but my mind is focusing on hoping that she can't hear how fast my heart is beating.

BeatBeatBeat BeatBeatBeat BeatBeatBeat.

I start focusing on her words more. Her cries translate into words and I listen very, very closely. "She to-told me that I kne-knew nothing of lo-love. She said that I-I was f-faking my in-insomnia."

"Who did?" My heart starts to pump quicker.

BeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeat.

"M-my moth-ther." She mumbles, looking up at me. My eyebrows knit together as I contemplate whether or not I heard right. I try focusing on her problem. I really try. My eyes wander to her dark brown eyes, trying to find that caramel color in them. My mouth hangs a bit open as I try to think of a respond. I'm too caught up in her. Her delicate freckles. Her slightly different, yet still beautiful, eyebrows.

Her Her Her.

"Who would do that to their own daughter?" My thoughts scramble. I feel my face heat up.

I hear Naomi trying to calm me down. I look down at her and unwrap my arms from her. I don't want to, but I know I have to. "I just..need to get away for a couple hours." She tells me

"And by a couple you mean..." I shrug her hand off, frowning a bit.

"I was thinking somewhere between five to ten hours..." She confesses, wincing.

"So you either go home at two, or you don't."

"Exactly." She beams at me.

"Naomi, you need to sleep." My eyes finally meet her and those bright bits of caramel return.

She looks down at her lap. "Eric...you know better than anyone..."

"I know you need insomnia. I'm sorry." I sigh. I was the one she went to at three in the morning. "If it makes you feel any better, I've been having trouble sleeping recently."

"What? Another girl keeping you up?" She jokes. In middle school, we had a joke, 'who's Eric's next unlucky girl?'

"Not in the way I wish." I wink.

Oh, Naomi. I wish you knew I was acting. I want you to keep me up. I want to talk to you till the sun rises. I want to stop thinking about if you would date me. I want to think about where our next date will be.

"You dirty pervert!" She gasps, 'shoving' me. Though due to her lack of forearm strength from her protest of doing anything physical, it barely affects me.

I chuckle, "yet you still love me." No, you love her.

"I do not love you." She pout, crossing her arms. I really want you to.

"You know you do." Why are you talking about yourself?

"No way in hell do I like you." PleasePleasePlease. Please Naomi, please.

"Good thing we're on Earth."

She stands up and looks over at me. "Nope. I'm done. Get up, we need to start."

I Stand up and move next to me. Standing at an astonishing five eleven, I felt like a perfect height for her five two figure. "Start what?"

"We're checking off my wish list." She smirks. "Now let's head over to Rite Aid and buy some makeup."

Oh boy, please tell me I'll at least get your heart by doing this.

3.15.16

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-glo