Until I Met You

Chapter 5. now he looks like a kid on Christmas morning.

"So this is your room?" We're currently standing in my room because being the stupid person I am I decided, "Hey let's invite Nathan over!"   (Iris's room is at the top)  I probably sounded like a weird desperate girl.... I wonder what's going through Nathan's mind right now.. "Uh yup this is my room." I know this'll be super random to you guys so bare with me. I never actually really told you about myself did I, well I know you know that night I shared everything with Nathan about me and my life...but that didn't really tell you anything did it. Alright well, I'm 17 and my father passed when I was 6, he died of cancer at the age of 30 and we didn't catch it in time to be able to do a lot for it, it was hard to watch with me being so young, but during the times I'd visit my father in the hospital he started asking me for drawings so he could keep a part of me with him while he wasn't home. It made me happy, I'd visit him 2 days a week with a new drawing every time. I noticed his smile was growing weaker each time I'd see him, but he tried his best when I was there. Before my dad got diagnosed with cancer we'd always listen to music together that was mostly from the 80's or way before my time, he had an old soul which is why I grew to love his type of music more and more especially after he had passed away. Ever since then I've been drawing and keeping old music close to me so I felt like a part of him is always there. At first it was difficult for my mom to deal with, but over time she grew to appreciate it as much as I do. "I like it, it's different." Was that a complement? "Different?" I asked curiously as he poked around at my vinyl collection of old bands and music artists. "Yeah, usually when I think of a girls room I think of it being neat with stuff tucked away. That doesn't really tell you about their interests and what they like." Seriously is this a complement? "Thanks?.." He looked up from my paintings and drawings he was now curiously looking through and smiled. "It was a complement cutie." Blushing I bite my lip. "So how long have you been doing art?" I sit on my bed and let him do whatever he's doing since I don't really have anything to hide. "Since I was 6.." Please don't ask why.. I may have told him I like art and old music but never the back story. To be honest it makes me sad to talk about it out loud to anyone. "6? Wow that was specific..I'm assuming there's a reason.." Gulping I looked down sitting cris cross and started to fiddle with my hands. "Um..I uh" He noticed that it made me uncomfortable to talk about and set the pictures I painted next to him back on the desk. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you tell me if you aren't comfortable with it. I know you'll tell me when you are." Smiling lightly I nodded gently and looked up at him. "Thanks." Why does he have to be so understanding and perfect, I'm really not into that cheesy stuff and I'm trying my hardest not to like him right now. "No problem." He smiles. Jesus, it was his smile that got me the most when I first saw him. Not to mention his forest green eyes and prefect lips. Then I heard a small chuckle. Oh God I'm staring aren't I. Quickly snapping out of it I turned bright red and looked down. "Why do you always do that?" Oh my, please don't tell me I stare all the time without noticing it. "Do what?" Coming closer he sat down on the floor in front of me so I could now see his face looking up at me with a cute goofy grin. "Look away when you're nervous? You're adorable when you blush, it makes me sad that you hide that all the time." I probably look like one of those creepy ass clowns with their cheeks painted red right now because that's how hard I'm blushing. Not only that but I'm frustrated with how hard it is to resist him. "Are you trying to make this hard for me?" His face turned from a cute ass goofy smile to a devious grin. "Maybe." I give up. Sighing I crossed my arms frustrated. "You win." He raises eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I give up, you win."
"What do I win?" Oh now this guy wants me to just admit it, he's been trying to get me to like him as more than friends for 3 months and now he's making me say it out loud. "I like you.." And now he looks like a kid on Christmas morning. "Say it again." I shake my head embarrassed. "Awe, come on pleaseeee? Just say it. You like meeee." Sighing I look at him raising an eyebrow. "Will you stop if I do?" Not that I want him to.. Nathan if you can read my mind do not listen to the stubborn ass side of me. "...maybe.." He smirks getting closer. Holy. I gulp and bite my lip. "I like you.." He smiles getting closer and closer to when his voice gets to a whisper and I can feel him breathe close to my lips. "Good.." Suddenly his lips are pressed against mine and I can't help but kiss him back almost as if I've been aching for it this whole time. He pulls away and smiles at me. "That was worth the wait." I smile back blushing and look down as he lifts my chin up to look at him. "Please don't hide your face from me cutie."
"Okay.." Getting up he sits on the bed next to me. "By the way thanks for inviting me over." Feeling extremely embarrassed I push him enough to make him fall against my bed next to me. "Nope, you're going down with me." Huh? Just then I feel myself being grabbed by the arms and being pulled down to his chest as he wraps his arms around me. Well now I never wanna get up. Laughing a little I wrap my arms around his body and snuggle into his chest. "About time you decided to warm up to me." I sit up a little so I can see his face. "Ya know I can just tell you to leave my room right?" His eyes widen as he wrapped his arms around me tighter. "Not leaving." I laugh and smile at his reaction. "Then don't be a smart ass." I feel like I should have told him a long time ago. I feel a lot more comfortable like I can be myself now and it feels good. "Ohh so now you're gonna be confident." Giggling I nod. "Mhm."

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Week Later

"Sweetie, we can't go visit daddy anymore." I look up from new new drawing to my mom and frown. "Why not mommy?" Her eyes fill with tears as she smiles sadly. "He's in a better place honey.." I tear up and start bawling. "But isn't this a better place? Why isn't daddy home! Bring him home! I want to show him my new drawing mommy. Bring him back home please!" Crying I pull on the bottom of her shirt begging for him to come back as she kneels down and hugs me close trying to calm me down. "I wish he could come back too Iris believe me. I-I'm sorry he's not." Calming down I come to realization as my mom's tears fall wetting my shirt while she hugs me to her chest. Quickly I wake up and sit up in bed looking down at my wet pillow. I must have been crying from that dream again. I wipe my eyes and sigh looking at the time. "Time for school.." I get up and take a shower then get out to pick my clothes. "Hm, what should I wear?" Wrapping my towel around my body I go to my closet and look through my clothes. Finally deciding what to wear, I grab my ripped jeans with one of my dads old Guns N' Roses band T that I cut to make it a cute crop top and a red flannel. After changing I straighten my hair and brush my teeth. Grabbing my phone and bag I rush out the house to my car. Thank the Lord my mom finally got her car fixed.

When I walk inside school I see a bunch of girls surrounding Hunter as usual and--. Wait. Nathan? Oh hell no. Walking over I push through the crowd of girls and smile up at him innocently. "Oh hey cutie!" Bending down to my height he whispers in my ear. "Thanks, you saved me." I laugh a little. "Yup." Nathan puts his arm around my shoulder as I blush lightly and the girls send glares my way. I could care less. I've gotten more used to this school and usually when that happens I could care less about anything. Girls sending me a daily glare was normal now but it's just the ones who sleep with a new guy every week. "Okay, what's going on between you two." Looking over I see Hunter staring at Nathan and I. "You guys have been way more close lately." Blushing I cross my arms. Little Ms. Confident me drops to zero when people try to talk about what's going on between him and I. We aren't actually dating yet...he hasn't asked so I don't bother to push the topic. I'm actually happy he doesn't rush into the relationship like most people. "I don't know what you're talking about." Nathan looks down to me and chuckles knowing how I am. "Yeah right. We'll see about that." Hunter answers acting like a smart ass.
Suddenly the bell rings and I smile. Saved by the bell. "Oops can't miss class, see you guys at lunch!" I quickly get out of Nathan's hold and go to class. Sadly.

When I walk into class I see Kayla sitting there and I smile sitting in the seat behind her. "Morning." I whisper in her ear and she jolts her head up from laying it on the desk. "Huh?! What?" I giggle. "Damn, someone's tired." Sighing she turns her body in the chair to face me and pouts. "How can I sleep living in the Rylan house?" Smirking I wiggle my eyebrows. "Oh shut up Iris." She laughs and turns her body back towards the front as the teacher walks in to start our lesson.

Grabbing my tray of food I try to walk through the crowd of people laughing and talking by their usual spots during lunch. By the time I get near the table full of jocks and cheerleaders a girl stands up and "accidentally" bumps pushing my tray into my chest making all of the food spill on me and my favorite shirt from my dad. "Oops sorry my bad, maybe you should watch where you're going next time huh?" Oh fuck no. As she turns to walk away I grab her by her arm and spin her around pushing her to the ground. Quickly I feel arms being held back as I was about to tackle her. "What the hell you crazy bitch!" The girl screams as her friends help her up. "Don't fucking play innocent you should've seen that coming!" Gulping, I tear up mostly frustrated now and yank out of what most likely was my friends grips then walk out of the cafeteria feeling them follow me behind.