Erin's P.O.V. ((ooooh~)))
I was pacing. Pacing and pacing. That's the only thing I could do. I looked back at him again, still leaned up against a tree and unconscious. Still with tear stains down his face.
Every once and awhile, he mumbled something. Only recently have I discovered he only repeated the same two things.
"You are my sunshine, (Y/N)."
And sometimes,
"It's okay, sweet Rogue."
I was growing more confused by the minute.
He was alive. He wasn't in pain.
But why is he unconscious? Again?
He's had plenty of sleep over the past two days; which is how long we've been traveling. I still don't understand. This boy is weird.
His skin is all sorts of different colors. His hair has changed color three times and I have no idea why. At times he has his glasses and at times he doesn't. He confuses me so much but I can't help to hang on to him.
He's very unique.
But how could I confess? How could I confess that I've formed a small crush on the person who broke into my warehouse and murdered my little sister? Alex is dead, can't do anything about that. My warehouse is abandoned, that's in the past.
All I have is him. And what is he doing? Going off to Wyoming to find his little girlfriend which I'm almost positive is dead! It angered me. He was going off to find her, yet I'm right here with him. Why? How is she better? I'm sure she treats him like shi-"L-l-langue, E-Erin.." Thud.
His words replayed in my mind over and over. He said them, and collapsed. Making almost no sound. His breaths are shallow and he was paling. It scared me. Is he dying?
I inched closer to him and sat down next to him.
He looked so peaceful. Even though he was at war with himself. I could tell.
I heaved a sigh.
"Can you hear me..?"
I knew the question was pointless. He was off in dreamland. Probably dancing around with his precious (Y/N).
"Are you okay?"
Also pointless.
"Do you like me at all?"
Pointless.
"Because I like you alot..."
Pointless.
"Did ya know that?"
Very pointless.
I sighed again. He couldn't hear me. He wouldn't care.
For him it's all (Y/N).
(Y/N).
(Y/N).
(Y/N).
I'm worthless to him.
I feel hate and anger inside of me. With a mix of fear and sadness.
I don't understand. I'm confused.
These emotions are hitting me from all around inside me. I didn't know what I was feeling.
I like him.
My heart fluttered.
I like this person. Yet, he likes (Y/N).
But... I like this person.
What was this? Was this jealousy?
Was I jealous of (Y/N)?
I looked at him again. He was peacefully leaned up against a tree. His legs to his chest and his chin resting on his knee.
He looks so cute in that position..
I lightly slapped myself. What was I thinking? This person likes someone else. And if I want to make him happy, I won't interfere!
I looked at him again.
The emotions inside me were crazy. I don't know what I was feeling.
Hate.
Anger.
Sadness.
Fear.
Jealousy.
Love.
And even maybe some lust.
I liked him. But couldn't do anything about it.
Unless I take advantage of this.
If I take advantage of this! There's obviously something he isn't telling me. And... If I tell him I didn't know, he couldn't be mad! Right?
I let out another sigh.
Here goes nothing..
I lightly cupped his cheeks and leaned in.
His lips were soft, yet cold. I couldn't help but taste honey. He was so sweet. This felt amazing. My emotions are at one.
Bliss.
Joy.
Those were all I felt and I was okay with that.
He shuddered in his sleep, which sent shivers down my own spine. He remained unconscious through the kiss. Still with his head back. His shallow breaths tickling my nose.
When I pulled away, it seemed like nothing happened. He was still resting. There was no one nearby to watch. And there's no way he knew. Right?
Dear gods, what have I done?!
Nothing changed.
Except a crazy grin, plastered on my face.(Annnnndddd Time Skip here because I'm used to 1000+ Worded chapters. :P About an hour and a half. Yeah. Hour. And. A half. Damnit. OH DEAR GOD I ALMOST WROTE HIS NAME XD)
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