Even If Forever Doesn't Work

IV

Eddie

I tossed and turned that night. I couldn't sleep. I stared at the ceiling. Muttering incoherent words to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I still remember that night, in the hotel, the balcony.

I remember the way his eyes reflected the lights of the city. His hair blowing with the wind. I was gone for him. I came here to find a career, to do what I'm passionate about.

Yeah I'll be passionately doing him.

I couldn't think of him that way. He wasn't the type you sleep with. He was the type you'd cuddle.

You're so whipped.

I can't stop! Why can't I get him out of my head! Those lips, his lashes, his flustered cheeks, ugh! I badly wanted to touch his cheeks!

I slid out of bed, only wearing my pajamas. The cold hit my bare chest. I exited my room quietly, almost tip toeing to his room. I open the door, poked my head inside the room. He was sound asleep. I tip toe towards him. I crouched down to the level of his face. The moonlight hit him right in the spot. His pale skin shining under the moon. He was snuggled deep in the duvet. He was cold, probably. I wanted so badly to slide in the bed with him and snuggle him, wrap him in my arms.

But I think he likes Danny, I can't win over the guy. Danny was young and attractive, a very charismatic boy. I was gonna lose. That's why I didn't wanna try.

I hurried back to my room, getting a sketchpad. I go back to my place, by his face and drew away. I always liked drawing, but with him it's a whole other story. I loved drawing him, his facial reactions, his cuteness, his smile. Don't get me started with his smile. He had different smiles: when he's concerned, when he's nervous, when he's faking it. It was weird how I could distinguish them.

Cause you're a friggin creep.

I know I am!

But it's the first time. Usually I went around dating people and never calling them back. That was how I got on with the whole dating thing. He's different, firstly because he's a guy.

A very cute guy.

I really need to shut down 'Thoughts-Central' it's bugging me out.

I didn't notice the hours passing by as I drew his face. Once I was done I looked at it. It was perfect, just like him.

I didn't notice the sun rising up, I went out of his room and head to mine. I lay there stares at the ceiling and I fell asleep.

It wasn't long until I woke up to the sound of an angel's voice. He was singing, and cooking. He always made me breakfast, sometimes I even set the alarm so I could wake up earlier, so I could make him breakfast.

I stood by my door and leaned on the frame. I looked at him, swaying his butt from side to side.

Good morning, baby.

I so wanted to say that, I so wanted it to be true.

I walk to the kitchen. "Good morning, ba--" I stop myself.

"Good morning," I repeated.

Phew!

"Good morning!" He greeted. His smile was enough to make my day.