Daydreamer

01 || say something

Requested by anonymous

Say Something

Follow me - there's something I need to show you...

His words rang in my ears, drowning out any other sounds. Any other day, I would listen to the birds that chattered amongst the trees and the breeze that would rustle the leaves, but today wasn't really any other day. For starters, I was walking away from the others with the last person I could imagine being alone in the woods with and secondly, he was strangely nervous. Occasionally, he'd bite his lip anxiously and avert his gaze, lost in thought.

Not a word was shared as we continued further into the thick spring undergrowth and uphill that became steeper with every step; I slowed my walk so that I could see the back of him. He strode briskly and his hands sometimes clenched tightly or his fingers would shake ever so slightly, yet just enough for me to notice. I wanted to call out to him and ask him why he was acting so abnormally but I always ended up swallowing back my words before I could say them. My mind was reeling - a billion possible outcomes crossed my thoughts but none of them seemed right.

Follow me...

I rubbed my forearm consciously and let my breaths become heavy.

Suddenly, he turned to face me. His blue eyes gazing into my own intently and knowingly yet nervously and unsure - his lips tugging into a small smile. He opened his mouth, preparing to say something before sealing it shut and shaking his head so that he was facing ahead again.

The foliage thinned and a tiny clearing at the top of the woodland hill came to view. You'd think that we could see the world from here but trees blocked the sides making it feel as if we were concealed in our own little world - undisturbed. There was a bench which he sat on, waiting for me to join him.

"It's quiet here," he whispered as I listened to the birds and the wind, sitting down next to him, "there's something-"

I looked at him, watching him look away and take a breath before turning back to me.

"There's something I need to tell you."

My breath hitched then. Our gazes blazing strongly: each trying to read the others thoughts only to get nothing. I so desperately wanted to know what he was scared of telling me, his off behaviour made me as curious as ever.

"Yes?"

He looked at his hands.

"Look, this is going to sound stupid and really pathetic but I really need to tell you: I've liked you for years and i mean, love. Maybe I shouldn't call it love but you get me?"

I was shocked yet I managed to nod slowly, stunned as he looked up at me anxiously.

"Say something."

I couldn't.

"This was a mistake, forget I ever said that."

Suddenly, he stood up. Regret written across his forehead as he awkwardly began walking back down the hill.

Away from me.

"Wait," I called out, my voice rasping through the tight ball in my throat, "I like you too."

He stopped and looked at me in surprise and relief.

"You do?"

"Heck, since I can remember and do you even know how much it killed me seeing you and not being able to tell you?" I said, feeling more confident.

He walked back to my side, his eyes wide and excited.

"I never thought you'd say that, ever."

I smiled, "I never imagined that I'd ever even cross your mind let alone admit something like that."

He returned my smile and raked his fingers through his hair, letting it instantly flop back into place as soon as his hand dropped down. Then, after gazing at me for a moment, he gradually started leaning in - tentatively licking his lips as he edged closer until our faces were merely inches from touching.

"Is this ok?" He asked.

I think I must've answered his question because as soon as I heard those words, I pressed my lips onto his and instantly felt the tingles shoot through my veins as he deepened the kiss. My hands linked around the nape of his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I felt heat rush through my cheeks as I uncontrollably let out a soft moan.

As I moved closer, I felt him smile against my lips making me giggle all of a sudden. We let go, our breaths heaving and giddiness spread through my body as my cheeks continued to burn. I was ashamed yet I felt shamelessly proud and incredulous.

He gazed at me, laughing softly, "Wow, you don't understand how much I've wanted to do that."

I brushed my hair out of my face, smiling, "Anytime."