Friends & Paradise

Chapter 19 - Waiting Forever (Natasha's POV)

After Danielle basically ranted about 'how the hell could I ever find him here? Out of all the places in the world, he decides to show up here?' I was just thinking about my date with Jason. Will it happen? Would he show up? Does he even care enough about me to fight his dad to let him see me? ...I don't think so. Yet again, I don't know a lot about him, so how can I tell that he would leave me? Only time will tell.

I looked at the clock in the wall by the kitchen inside the suite, and got up from the couch and started to get ready for the date that may or may not happen tonight. I walked to my bedroom and took off the clothes that I was wearing, and then put on new ones. I put on underwear and a bra, and then chose a white strapless summer dress. Then, I looked for my flip-flops and found them and put them on. Next, I walked to the bathroom and kept my make-up natural. Then, I brushed my waves with my fingers, to let them flow naturally. And then I put lip-gloss on, and then sprayed some perfume on myself.

After this, I sat down in the couch in the living room, and began to wait. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, 5:49 PM. I started to think that maybe Jason is right now leaving his suite, most probably. Even though I had my doubts, I sort of knew he wouldn't leave me for no reason. He seemed more than that. I know he isn't a scumbag like Cameron is. There is something very different about those two: for example, Cameron isn't really nice to girls as in sweet or kind with them. If he gets what he wants, then that's up to where the girl gets with him. Jason, on the other hand, isn't like that. He, or at least the way he treats me, actually wants the girl to feel beautiful inside and out. Plus, he is very sweet to me and no one has ever been like this to me before.

I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall once more, 5:53 PM. 'He's gonna come' I repeated to myself inside my head. I mean, he has to. He wouldn't leave me just hanging here, now would he? Well, obviously not after he promised like a million times that whatever the boundary was, he'd come for me. I found that very sweet. Then, I felt the couch dip where someone sat down next to me.

"Hey, are you still thinking?" Asked Amelia.

"I am. I trust him, that's why I'm sitting here waiting for him." I said.

"Don't worry, because..." Amelia kept talking, but I kept staring at the clock on the kitchen wall. 5:59 PM...6:00 PM...6:01 PM...6:02 PM...Every time a second passed, my heart just started deepening. Would he come?

6:05 PM...6:06 PM...6:07 PM...6:08 PM...6:09 PM... I couldn't look at the lock anymore. I felt my eyes start burning, meaning I was about to cry. This was the worst way to tell someone you just didn't care about them. I stood up from the couch, ignoring every word anyone said to calm me down, and then walked to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, and ran to the bed. I buried my face in my pillow to hide my sobs.

I couldn't believe this. He didn't come. He didn't come after all. I knew it. All this time, I knew it. How could I let myself get carried away into this huge mess?

I raised my head to take a breath, and then caught a glimpse of the digital clock in my nightstand.

6:13 PM...6:14...6:1-

It was like the minutes we're just laughing at me. Mocking me because I let myself get carried away by him. But I couldn't help myself. I grabbed the clock and threw it to the floor. It didn't break, but the minutes weren't showing anymore. Thank God. The last thing I need is more mockery from my stupid ways.

Then, there was a knock on my door.

"Go away!" I said. But the person didn't knock again, in fact, the door opened. I didn't care to see who it was, because i could care less. All that I could think about, was how I got stood up. "What do you want?" I said, my voice sounding weak from crying.

The person didn't speak, but it did made a movement in my room. I felt the bed dip when the person laid down. Then, this person put its arm around me, and was stroking my back. I didn't know why, but with this person, it felt right. I looked up, and soon enough there was Jason smiling down at me.

'I told you I'd come for you." He said.

I couldn't hold back my tears, I threw myself at him and cried in his chest while he stoked my hair soothingly.

"I- I thought. You-you wouldn't c-come." I stuttered while having sobs in between my words.

"I know. But I told you, it doesn't matter what my dad puts for me, I'll always come here for you." He said.

Then, I raised my head to look at him, he wiped away the tears from my cheeks, and then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back, while my breathing began to quicken. Jason pulled back after some time, and then smiled down at me.

"I don't know if I should say this so early, but I need you to know something." He said.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"I..."

"You?"

"I--"

"Look who just came here for you-- I am sorry, am I interrupting?" Amelia said while having an arm around Danielle. The two girls looked kind of surprised when they saw the position we were in. But honestly, I didn't care. Jason had come back for me, he kept his promise... I felt like such an idiot for having let my insecurities win over my thoughts. But I couldn't help it!

"No, it's okay." I said. Even though I wanted so badly to stay there in Jason's hold, I moved aside and sat down in the bed.

"So, you two made up?" Danielle asked.

"We weren't fighting." I pointed out.

"No, but you were pretty insecure and sort of angry at him."

"Because I was worried if he'd come around, but luckily he did." I said, I looked at Jason with a blush in my cheeks, but noticed that he wasn't mad.

"S'okay, I would've been like that too." He said.

"So, we're just gonna...yeah." Amelia and Danielle said, and then closed the door behind them as they left my room.

"You really would've been like that?" I asked, curious.

"Yeah, I'm a human, and I tend to have insecurities. That's why I'm not mad at you. Because I know I would've been like that. Or even worse."

"What do you mean?"

"I tend to get jealous."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yeah." He blushed.

"You wouldn't have to get jealous, I'm not interested in anyone else. Are you interested in anyone else?"

"Well actually..." He said jokingly. I looked at him with wide eyes, but then he smiled at me and said, "don't worry. You're the only one I have eyes for."

"Really?"

"I promise." Then, I blushed.

"Well, I only have eyes for you too."

"Let's keep it that way, okay?" He said jokingly. I laughed and lightly punched him in his right arm

"Ouch." He said, jokingly of course.

"Did it hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to kiss it better for you?"

"I'd love that."

Then, I kissed his arm where I just punched him. Then, he looked at me with a sad face.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I just hit my lips, will you kiss them better for me?"

"Well..." I said, then leaned in and kissed him, just a small peck. "There, all better."

"Hm. It still hurts."

"Hm, okay." I said and then leaned in and kissed him again. This time, the kiss lasted a little longer.