Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

I am Sorry, What?

I was confused.

"Hold up. You want me, to kiss you?" I was gesturing all the meantime, watching how he started cracking up at my face. I was starting to regret coming out here. All he did was switch emotions so fast I grew dizzy, but I could hardly blame him. I was exactly the same way.

"Yes, I want you to kiss me. No, I am not joking." The second phrase was said almost as soon as I began to think if he was joking or not. I shot him a glare, but he only smirked back at me.

"What if I don't want you to kiss me?" I tried to act as though I was uninterested, when in reality my heart felt ready to explode and my gut was twisting.

He laughed. "Really? Your blush says otherwise." I blushed harder at this new information and placed my cold hands over my cheeks, hoping to cool them down.

"Don't hide your face from me, darling." He said, forcing my hands away from my face. "I want to see all I can." 

I stared, wide mouthed from how blunt he was being. "You do not say stuff like that! That is way too creepy!"

He frowned. "So, I don't mention that kind of stuff in public?"

I nodded my head. "You can't even mention that in private. Got it?" I stared him down until he caved and nodded. I nodded, happy I had done something in the battle to get him morals. But, then I remembered something.

"Isn't it almost midnight? I'd like to get home before tomorrow, please." I felt kind of guilty for ruining his night, but I was feeling tired and rather overwhelmed. I definitely needed time to think things through.

All he did was nod, but I instantly felt even more guilty. I was letting my insecurities get between us, and I had just said he was pretty much dating me. Wow, I was fickle. But, if I didn't get out of there, how was I supposed to get out of tonight without kissing him again?

As I walked besides him, lost in thought, I didn't watch where I was going. I stumbled over a small rock and tumbled off the sidewalk into the gutter. Luckily, my dress did not fly up, but it was embarrassing none the less. I accepted his offer of a hand, and stood up. Or, I tried to. My ankle gave out and I fell back with a small squeak.

"Are you ok?" I knew he was concerned, I didn't squeak.. ever. But, I had to let some noise out that wasn't a full blown scream, my ankle hurt that bad. It was a dull throb that escalated to sharp pains anytime my ankle even twitched.

I shook my head.

"Alright, I am going to pick you up, ok? So, don't freak out." I nodded slowly, closed my eyes and prepared for a quick burst of pain. But, it never came.

I peeked and saw that I was already in his arms. No pain, I couldn't even tell I had been picked up. I looked at him, wide eyed, and he chuckled.

"Of course it was magic, silly. I wasn't about to harm you." He explained, which kind of flew over my head because I was still hung up on the idea of magic.

"Let's get going, shall we?" I squealed; we had begun to move. There were a few awkward moments where I couldn't figure out how to grab his shoulders to steady myself, but everything was straightened out eventually. The rocking gait Dom possessed was quite comforting, and I couldn't help but grow more tired the more he walked.

When I woke up the next morning, I was laying in my bed. But, I could remember everything that had transpired in the last few days. I whooped for joy and hopped out of bed and rushed out the door, taking the stairs two at a time. As I burst into the kitchen, my whole family stopped and stared at me.

"What the... What is.. I am confused." My father stuttered out.

"I remember! I remember everything!" I shouted, causing their faces to light up with joy. I was enveloped in a large group hug, which mainly caused me to gag due to the twins smelling like teen boy; a mixture of too much cologne, not enough deodorant and sweat. It was foul, but it was also welcomed. I had missed them.