Titanium

Chapter II

                                                              Aaron

Approaching the doorway, I almost felt bad. Sneaking up on a girl is not something any normal person chooses to do willingly. I couldnt help but notice that the doorway was leading into Great Uncle Larry's office, and I wasnt going to get mad or anything. I mean, even i had been curious as to what the old guy was always up to. She didnt seem to be rummaging through anything suspiciously, but she was examining the picture of Larry extremely closely. She backed up quickly as i was lost in thought and turned to leave, and she froze when she saw me.

"Um..." She stuttered and looked around frantically, "Am I in trouble? I mean this picture..." She turned to the picture again, studying it with so much interest. It was kind of cute. 

I cleared my throat, "What about it? I asked as i edged closer. Was I flirting? No wonder she didnt want to come back downstairs. I was terrible at this. 

She didnt even notice my awkward attempts, "Thats my grandpa. How did they know each other?" I could see her brain turning as she rushed to the doorway. Her fingers were gently gliding over the marks in the doorway  - the same ones i had noticed. 

                                                                             оставшийся в живых

"The man on the left - your uncle - has these same markings on his forearm and on the inside of his helmet. They have to mean something," She said, more whispering to herself than anything. Her passion for this thing, which probably meant nothing, was incredible. 

She was now mumbling to herself. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, as if just now realizing i was there, "I think maybe you should give this a rest for now. Its getting kinda late," Butterflies rushed through my stomach as she exhaled and flipped her hair. Wait, what am I doing? Stop it Aaron, you are not going to fall for her.

She stood up and placed the frame back on the oak dresser and closed the door behind her. As she turned, we were face to face in the narrow hallway. We bothed eyed each other, but she walked away. Damnit. Maybe i was falling for her. 

I shook the thought away and followed her down the hall

****

So apparently she was spending the night. Nobody told me that. No one.

She looked breathtaking in nothing but casual clothes. Her hair was brushed to the perfect amount of curliness and she walked around in a sports bra with no shame. 

Wow I was awfully pathetic. 

I cleared my throat nervously for about the thousandth time tonight. She sat infront of the fireplace, her eyes furiously reading her book, apparently things were getting intense, "Hey, um, i hate to interrupt but its almost midnight. I think we should get to bed,"

    I loved/hated the fact that my bed was the only extra one in the house, "Theres only one spare bed, so i can sleep on the couch if you'd-"

"No its fine, i dont do well alone," She said softly.

   Her eyes were drifting and i could tell she was tired. Nodding, i let the fire burn out and graced my hands onto her body, picking her up gently. She seemed surprised but i doubt she cared. We both sat down gently in the bed, the sheets falling gracefully around us. Keeping a respectable distance, I layed down, falling into a trance.

The dream was back.

The man in the trenchcoat, he was back too. 

I was down the alley again, hiding frantically behind the trash can. I tried to steady my breathing, but the air was of acid, and was poking at my lungs. I heard his footsteps inching closer, pounding like giant stone limbs. I could feel his energy radiating from where i sat hushed, and i could also feel his frustration.  

"Damnit boy! You can't hide forever!" He hissed.

A gunshot fired from somewhere where I had run from, and I heard him mutter something about idiots. He huffed one last breath, and stomped back. 

Creeping out from behind the trashcan, I peeked ever so carefully as my vision blurred with sweat and tears. My breathing staggered as I loooked, and i was relieved to see that the alleyway, despite its eeriness and being luminated by the moonlight, was empty.

I turned back and let out a scream as a man with dark black hair covered my mouth and carried me away. Everything was blurry after that, and I'm not sure what happened exactly.

I woke with a startle, my breathing almost as heavy as in the dream. It took me a moment to realize where i was, but as my nerves woke i realized i was spooning Abigail. Whoops. She was breathing so steady and peacefully, I almost didnt want to move. Turning my head slightly, i saw that the sun was barely about to rise over the horizon. I knew i loved waking up naturally - but waking up with a beautiful girl, watching the sunrise and drinking some tea sounded pretty good. 

I lifted my arm up gently, careful not to disturb her. Hopefully i could make it seem as if I was just waking up, and maybe she would come sit outside with me.

Well, that kind of worked. The second i rolled over, she stretched and yawned incredibly gracefully. Sitting on the side of the bed, i stretched as well, and i just realized i didnt have a shirt on. Nice touch Aaron. 

 Looking around frantically, i eventually found a shirt that i managed to put on before turning around. It was kind of awesome to see her already staring, but she looked down the second i began turning. 

I put my hand on my neck, and then into my pockets. I honestly didn't know what position looked cool.

"So uh," I began, "It might sound a bit silly, but if I make you tea will you come outside and sit with me before school?"

She took a moment to respond, and at first I was afraid she might reject the offer, but she responded with the sleepiest and most sexiest voice ever.

" I'd love to," she replied with a smile, "Give me a minute?"

"Of course! " I said a little too excitedly. I turned to leave, and when I turned back I caught a glimpse of her lacy underwear. God was that attractive.

I grabbed the back of my neck, shook my head, and walked toward the kitchen.