Seasons Falling

Seven

Celine's P.O.V.

Sitting on my bed, with my hair flung up into a bun, I stare blankly at the insertion point, following the words I need you. I have been thinking more about what to text Roan, rather that my bundles of homework that are sprawled out on my bed. 

As I begin to delete the message, my phone buzzes. A smile creeps up to my mouth as I think, what timing-

It's my mom.

I groan and turn my phone off completely. I need to stop with this. It's only Friday night and you already miss him! Did it ever cross your mind that he probably isn't even wondering about you? Think about it Celine, what boy has ever liked you before. None. What makes you think one will now?

Out of frustration, I fling my phone at a pile of blankets in the corner of my roon, and begin to plow through my homework.

After all my homwork is done, and I have read a good hundred pages of my book, my momentary stress disappears. I try to resist the urge to dive across my room to get my phone, but I do it anyways, bruising my elbow in the process. I start laughing at myself, thinking that I just dove across a room to injure my elbow, all because I believe a boy texted me. Humor me.

When my phone turns on, I wait nervously for any missed texts or calls to come in, but none pop up.

All my hope drops, because I let myself believe too much.Crazy. He would have to be completely crazy to want to talk to me. Insane. I like that better.

"Celine?" I hear a muffled voice come from outside my window. My room is on the first floor of the house, so anyone could walk up to my window and look in my room if they wanted to. But why the fuck would someone come at 10:00 at night in November? Who is that ins-

"It's Roan. Please open your window." My heart strarts racing in my chest, not because Roan is outside my window, but because his voice sounded choked up. And I know that something isn't right.

I quickly rush to my window and lift the shade to find him standing there, looking so vulnerable.

"Roan what's wrong?" I ask as I open my window, and instinctively pull him into an awkward hug.

"What isn't wrong?" He mumbles into my neck, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I squeeze as tight as I can, before I pull back.

"C'mon, come inside. You're freezing." I whisper as I motion for him to climb through my window.

"Won't your parents worry that you have a boy in your room?" Although it is dark, I can still see a little smirk on his lips.

"They're asleep. As long as you are quiet, you can stay as long as you need."

I watch his face soften in the dim light, and a small smile creep up onto his lips. Don't look to long at his lips. You know what will happen if you do that. Remember you have only known each other for one week.

Roan places his arms on the window sill, and lifts his weight up and through my window. I grab his hand to help pull him in, and just then do I notice the features of his hand. They are rough, from playing an instrument, which I think is guitar, yet soft, as if he is gentle with everything he encounters. 

Now standing in my room, Roan looks more attractive than I remember. I mean, he has been attractive since the day I met him but his features seem to stand out to me now. His hair, black and smooth, is fluffed to to right, making his dark eyes stand out even more. His ears are hidden in his hair, and I can't help but want to tick the hair behind his ear, to see what he is hiding. Moving my eyes more towards the rest of his body his skinny, yet strong build, catches my eyes once again, reminding my how much I want to envelop him into a hug and never let him go. His arms fall by his side, and his hands are tucked into his pockets.

When I realize that I have been staring at him for so long, my face gets hot and I hide it in my hands.

"No need to be embarrassed. I like knowing someone at least looks at me without wanting to change something...hopefully." He says to me softly, as he grabs my hands from my face, and moves a step closer to me.

"Why would I want you to change? Truthfully, I hate it when people change. It's like they don't like themselves, so they think that changing who they are will make them feel better. I mean yeah, maybe it helps you. But for everyone else, or for me at least, I'm left to wonder where my friend or family member went. The act is a bit selfish." The words just slip out of my mouth, and I begin to apologize, but he just shushes me, and pulls me into a hug again.

Although the window is open, and the air, cold enough for snow, drifts through to us, I have never felt warmer. His arms are around my waist and his chest is pressed against me, as if I'm his only hope. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer, although I don't believe it is physically possible. And even though it seems strange and impossible, I can feel the pain of whatever just happened flow into my heart, making me tighten my grip around him.

As I  rest my head in the crook of his neck, I feel something hot and wet against my neck, and I realize that he is crying.

"Roan, talk to me." my voice comes out a whisper into his ear.

"M-my parents." is all he manages to choke out, before I feel mroe tears fall from his face.

I pull back from the hug, and hold his head in my hands, gently wiping away the tears. His eyes are puffed up from crying, and the pain of whatever is going on is shown through his eyes. I can't take seeing him like this. Never. I hate it when people cry. Especially when it is the people I love.

Turning to close the window, I develop a plan of what to do. In times like these, I freak out, and never know how to comfort someone.

But knowing that this is Roan, it shouldn't be that hard.

I take his hand and make him lay down on my bed, with me sitting criss cross next to him. As he lays down, I let go of his hand, and I see him roll to him side, covering his face with his elbow.

I almost hold myself back, reminding myself that it has only been a week. But right now, I don't care.

I lift his elbow up and squeeze my head underneath it, so out faces are only and inch apart. I move the rest of my body closer to him, as I focus my attention onto his eyes.

"Wanna know something?" I whisper, not breaking our eye contact.

"Sure," he smirks, the way he does everyday to me in class.

"Even though your eyes are dark, to me, they shine brighter than any star I've ever seen."

And just like that, in the little lamp light I have in my room, his body relaxes, and he smiles at me.

Never breaking eye contact.

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