Invisible

Chapter 24

Mackenzie's POV

What is happening to me? Why can't I just talk to him? Why is it so difficult to just say hi, and start a conversation?

So it is currently one in the morning, and I can't sleep. I am contemplating whether or not to text Brandon. What do I even say to him? How can I act like everything is fine when it's not?

I am now staying over at Destiny's house, to get away from my sociopath of a mother. I put my phone down on the bedside table, furiously, and try to go back to sleep. I toss and turn for a little while, but I freeze when I hear a tap on the window.

I've seen a lot of horror movies, and this is just like one. I shift under the covers more on Destiny's bed, afraid that ghosts are going to scoop me up and eat me. But then I hear it again. It was a light tap on the window.

So me being me, I am curious to see what is making that noise. I shakily get up and walk to the window, and pull the shades back. But I am astonished to see that it was Brandon who was throwing rocks at the window. I freeze, and stare at him standing out in the cold weather beneath me. Is this really happening? I've seen it in movies, but I didn't think that guys actually did this.

"Mackenzie can we talk?" I am brought back in to reality when he starts talking.

"What are you even doing here?" I whisper yell, looking over at a sleeping Destiny, fearful of her waking up.

"I really want to talk to you. I went to your house but you weren't there, so I came here." He said looking down at the ground, nervously.

"I really can't talk right now." I said, biting my lip. I don't even know what to say to him right now. My feelings for him are all over the place.

"Please, Mackenzie it will only take a minute. I promise." He pleaded, looking up at me with his big blue eyes.

I fought with myself on whether to go down and talk to him, or say no. "Ok fine, but only for a minute." I said, as he sighed in relief.

I put on a light jacket and boots, and went downstairs quietly. I don't want to wake up Destiny's mom, or else she would question me. So I slip out the door, and see him standing with his hands in his pockets.

He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes, and I started to get worried. "So what do you want to talk to me about?" I ask, suddenly concerned as to why he is here.

"I want to know why you have been avoiding me." That's a great question, if only I knew the answer. To be quite honest I don't know the exact reason I've been avoiding him lately. I guess I just don't know my real feelings towards him.

"I don't know why." I said, looking at him truthfully. That wasn't a lie, I don't really know.

"Was it too soon?" I looked at him confused. Was what too soon? "You know, the kiss. Was that too soon? I'm so stupid. That's why you have been avoiding me this week. You think that the kiss was a mistake. Please don't hate me. I'm sorry I made you feel that way, it's just that I really like you and I don't know how to-"

I stopped him by smashing our lips together. When he said he had feelings for me, I knew that I did too. I was just so scared that he didn't like me back. But I guess I was wrong.

My hands instantly wrapped around his neck, and his hands went to my waist. The kiss was filled with passion, something I never thought I would have with someone else. We both smiled into the kiss because we both knew that we had the same feelings for each other.

We finally pulled away, and looked each other in the eye. "I really like you too." I said, and that was the truth. I have never felt this way about anyone before. It's all so new to me.