Forehead Kisses (ONGOING)

Part Seven

     "You need some glasses, Sev," I retorted. "This," waving my hand over my face." This is not what I call cute."

     "No. You're the one who needs glasses." He points his finger at me. "I am obviously way hotter than my brother." I watch him as he ate. "You are one cocky boy." I pointed my fork at him but he just winked and flashed a cute grin. 

     Suddenly, a melody played in the atmosphere. Sev put down his spoon and fork. "Good ol' Stanford," he muttered to himself. "Hey Elizabeth, um... How do I put this? Um..." He put one hand on his lips and I just watch him there, thinking... contemplating... being effortlessly attractive. "Yes?" 

     He suddenly looked me in the eye. And somehow, I looked into his. For a moment, we were locked into each other's gaze. He must've realized it before I did because he shook his head before I broke connection. "Look, Elizabeth... I know this is sudden but I'm just in a good mood today." He got off his chair and pulled me off mine by taking my wrist. He led me to the stage. I just realized how huge it really was from this point. This restaurant must've catered a lot of guests so far.

     "Dance with me," he said frankly, still grasping my tiny wrist. " Dance with you? What about the people?" I looked around and saw a middle-aged couple, an old woman, a family, and a group of friends in their respective tables, all looking at me and Sev. He held my chin and turned my head toward him. "Look at me. You could me missing your one and only opportunity of having a dance with yours truly, you know?" His black eyes darting through mine. 

     Seriously.. This guy's ego...

     "Please," he pouted.

     "No," I pulled back.

     "Why not?"

     "You don't just pull a girl out of the blue and say 'Dance with me' like you're the only guy left in the world!" I tried keeping down my voice down. His face went blank and somewhat hurt and confused at the same time. "Look. If you want a girl to dance with you, you should ask her properly." He nodded in reply.

     "Alright, Miss Elizabeth from the 1600's, may I have this dance?" he bowed and stretched his hand. "Miss Elizabeth from the 1600's? You have got to be-" He looked up and glared at me. "Okay... okay," my hands in the air. "You asked. I say yes." I put my hand in his and he pulled me closer to him.

     "You talk too much, you know," he said to me. I just ignored him and listened to the song.

     I've loved you forever,

     In lifetimes before

     And I promise you never... will you hurt anymore

     I give you my word

     I give you my heart

     This is a battle we've won

     And with this vow,

     Forever has now begun...  

     This I Promise You by N Sync. That was the track playing while we were dancing for almost two minutes.

     This song... This was our song.

     "Why so quiet already?" he asked. I looked up at him and gently said "The song... it's not fit for the mood of talking right now," I said as an excuse.

     "Do you wanna tell me why?"

     "Maybe next time." I didn't look up to his face. I was staring at his hoodie for all I know.

     We stopped dancing. "Well... do you wanna sit down?" He leaned back and lowered his head to mine. I felt like breaking but Sev suddenly became so gentle, it made me aware of it and I just start patching myself up again. There was something in his voice that made me calm down from all the trouble in my world. This feeling right here... right now...

     I don't want to feel it again. 

     I let go of him. "Yeah." A long pause came and I heaved a sigh.  "Yeah. I'd love to take a seat right now."

     He reclaimed my hand and walked beside me to our table. It was warm. It reminded me of something. I smiled. He saw. "Are you alright?" he asked the touched my face with his fingers, wiping a tear I never felt streaming down my face. For a swift moment, this rich and proud narcissistic Apollo turned into a concerned human being.