-Zac's POV-
"Where the fuck did you put the helmet?" I watched her dig through my closet space like it hasn't been investigated in weeks. In all honesty, it really hasn't.
I studied her back side. Her long, pale legs. Red from being on the ground and from being anxious. Her slight showing of curves from the sides of her back, and of course, I studied her ass. I can't really get over the fact on how much she is grown and how much she has changed or how much that I slowly see things about her that fit into the puzzle.
"I-I don't kn-
"FOUND IT!" Max held the worn out, scratched up, eagles helmet in the air. Shocked and thankful (sorta) I took the helmet and studied it.
"What the fuck happened to it?" I studied it, pretending that I didn't know how the scratches, dirt, and blood from all my nosebleeds ended up on there.
"You're problem" she smiled. "Why did you need it anyway?" She says walking herself over to my and taking a seat on the corner.
I set the helmet down on the desk and crawled into bed. At first, watching her long brown hair glow from the light proceeding from the window, how her skin shimmered with a white light from its rays. I could see the green from her eyes from the side and I really want them looking at me.
To avoid and suspicions, I gaze up at my ceiling. I see nothing but speckles of white cement from where the house slowly chips off the paint day by day. I couldn't see anything. Just white.
I felt Max's body slowly crawling her way next to me onto the bed, her eyes never leaving my face. She lays down and starts looking where I was.
"What are you looking at?" She said. I could see her smile from the side.
"I don't know, once I see a pattern they change." I pointed to a spot randomly on the ceiling so things wouldn't get any more awkward than it's starting to right now. I put my hand on her shoulder. I could feel her collar bone and it was so nice.
"I don't see anything" Max says rolling over to her left against the window.
I studied her body language. The way she moved slowly, how her eyes was always focused on one thing and on thing only.
She laid her head down and sighed. I could feel something so negative that was on her mind. Not just from the sigh but, I can feel when she's upset.
"What are you thinking?" I say slowly swinging my arm over top of her torso. I could feel her body heat from the tiny distant space between us. I wanted more so, I pulled her closer. She didn't say anything when she did that but, I could feel her heart jumping and her breathing hastening as she was close in my arms.
"Nothing" she sighs again. I knew it was something and she didn't want to say being afraid of the person I am which is 'too caring'. I am only 'too caring' for her, no one else.
All the sudden, a elbow bashes down right in the temple of my nose. I could feel the blood start to form and how my nose pulsated from the sudden act.
I didn't move nor budge. It didn't effect me. Max joking kicked my leg like she always does when she accidentally touches me to ruin the mood and laughed so softly. I don't think it worked this time.
She stopped.
I gazed into her eyes and she gazed into mine. I watched as she changed her view and looked lower onto my face, watching my every move and I did the same to her.
Her mouth was pink, perky, and real soft. I watched her cheeks turn a light pink as she looked back up into my eyes. He hair laid perfectly atop her face with little strands on her forehead. I could hear her heart beating and it felt almost like it was meant to be. That these feelings were suppose to be developed.
Then everything went off guard.
"I-I have a project due, I better go work on it" She arose up from the bed and crawled over top of me. I wanted to just grab her and hold her close to my chest so I could feel her heartbeat again but, close to me.
She rushed out my door. I could hear he bedroom door slam and her body hitting it on the other side.
Was she doubting herself? Did I say something wrong? I didn't want to force myself into these problems. Maybe I'm scaring her. I don't want to stop holding her and caring for her because of making her uncomfortable or scared. That's the last thing I would want to happen.
I shut my door, holding the pillow which she laid on top of close to my chest. I could smell her vanilla hair lingering on it. It was like she was there again and that she never left. I shut my eyes with her on my mind.
