kiss and tell

12 - Gone Girl

Getting out of the hospital was easy. Very easy. People are so stupid. They believe everything you tell them. Either if it's that you were told to go out in the sun, as a way of removing stress, or if it's a part of the investigation, meeting someone. Part of the investigation my ass, no one has even came to visit to say "We are working to know if you're still in danger and what really happened". Nah, no one. which is nice but also upsetting, I was gone for awhile, and no one seems to find it odd that they didn't call my parents to say "We want loads of money" or something like that. They just kept me. I take a fast look behind me, no one's following. My mom quit visiting since my so called "little act" yesterday. 

She's waiting for me to come home next week. I'm thankful they washed my clothes, walking outside in a blue hospital isn't really discreet. I walk across another quiet, dry street, getting closer to the park where I told him to meet me. Hopefully he's less pissed than yesterday. Crossing another street, I see the big green trees, covering the fountain, desperately throwing water into the air. As I get closer, I can see his back. They seem to have washed his clothes, too. A black leather jacket is covering his strong back. I can see his hair, messy, but nice. As I step onto the gravel he turns around, because of the noise I made beneath my feet. His eyebrows are crooked, his eyes tired. But he's himself. "What the fuck is this?", he asks as he holds up my wrinkled note. I smile. "What that is?", I straighten my back. He lifts his eyebrows, taking a step closer. "No one's watching here, C, and there's no cameras", I take a step towards him. "Trust me". 

He sighs, taking a quick look at our surroundings. "I trust you, and I swear to god, it'll get me killed", he cups my cheeks in his big hands. "You're hot when you're worried", I tell him with a smile. I've never felt this emotionally close to a person before. Even though he hurt me, took everything from me, he made me realize I had nothing to begin with. He opened my damn eyes.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday, I hope you understood I don't want people to know, I'm fucked as it is", he tells me. I take a deep breath, I've been practising the words in front of the hospital mirror for hours. "You know what, Colton?", I tell him. "Fuck the rules, fuck the police, and fuck the world". He laughs. "What about me?". A smirk is almost covering his whole perfect face. "Shut up, let me get to the point". I inhale before planting a kiss on his soft lips, pulling away before we go further. "I'm ready", I tell him. He looks confused. "You're ready to do what, babe? Loose your precious virginity?", he laughs. "You're an ass", I roll my eyes.

I take his hand, looking into his cold eyes. "I'm ready to fake some damn prada bags".

He grabs me, pulling me closer, scanning me, from top to bottom. "You're cute", he starts. "I'm serious I-", he cuts me off. "I'm not done yet", I smile, listening to what he has to say. It's still the hottest day yet. But I don't care.

"That's your most powerful weapon, you know that right?", he continues. "You are gorgeous, eye catching, crazy beautiful and when you learn how to fight, you'll be a fucking badass, I swear to god-", he stops for a minute to pull me closer, kissing me slowly, I close my eyes, smiling as our tongues meet.

"There's nothing I want more than to see you kick ass. I think I..", he stops.

I pull my fingers through his hair, and he looks up at me. "You think?".

"I think I fucking love you, Luna. I know I barely know you, and I know I am probably the person who has hurt you the most and worst in this damn world. But I also do know that there's no warmer person than you, you can make winter shiver, because you're so bright and full of damn light, and there's no person I'd rather be close to, ever", I bite my under lip. He's sincere.

"You have no idea-", he cuts me off once again.

"Still not done, L". I laugh, taking a deep breath in this summer warmth.

"I'm not bad. I'm not a bad guy. I am just a guy, and until now, all I've had is bad intentions. All my life, it has only been about surviving, now I have something to live for. And you're not a good girl. You're just a girl, who, until now, have only had good intentions. We're are so different, and that makes us alike. And I think I fucking love you. No more damn excuses, jokes or fuck-ups. I'm fucking in love with you". 

As he says the last word, the first tear flees down my right cheek. That's the first and last one, before we walk miles to the first parking lot, we steal a motorcycle and we drive. I keep my arms around his body and we drive until the sky goes purple. Until bright stars show up on the sky, and my eyelids are tired after the day. But I keep my eyes open. Someday I'll die, and until then, all I want to do is keep my arms around the boy that I love. A boy with bad intentions. All but one. I'm his good intention.