Hidden Meanings

I Can't Stand The Sight of You (You're Too Perfect) [Cale]

VolarFinch
Shrug. I couldn't remember how it went, but this is pretty close to what happened?

I didn't know when it started.

When I started to look forward to our conversations, when the smile on both of our faces appeared when we spoke to one another.

It didn't matter the topic, I was willing to listen to her, listen to Aileen, Aile, talk.

It was a snowy day when it happened, cold seeping through our fingers and pressing it's body against our veins and arteries, trying to freeze us to our bones.

I snorted, hiding behind our little fort that we created, voices of Ran's (loud and elated) and Miles' (low and collected) bickering carrying throughout the clearing.

Our snowball fight had ended on a truce, and the two had started to speak about building the snowman.

I exhaled, the wintry touch upon the air billowing out in an almost-translucent cloud of white, letting loose a chuckle.

Aileen looked over at me, lips curving into a pout. Her nose was red from cold, eyes narrowing and scrunched in some pitiful attempt to try and keep snow from falling in her eyes.

"Well, what now? You want to build a snowman?" I asked. Hidden away from her sight, my hand curled in the snow, puffy snow held in my palm.

"Well, no, but- CAS!"

I let loose a laugh, the noise carrying cleanly through the air as snow dripped down Aileen's scarf.

"Why you-!"

Snow prickled across my neck as ice crystals made contact with my bare skin.

Aileen tackled me full-on, knocking me over.

"Got'cha!" The auburn-haired girl said playfully, hovering above me.

My breath caught.

Daggers of ice pressed against my neck, my pulse thrumming oh-so erratically against it.

Looking up at her, my brain was on one track: holy crap, she's cute.

There was a devious smile on her lips until Aileen faltered, cheeks scrawled in red from something that was not cold.

Hazy eyes met hers, a wall of silence between us before my eyes darted down to rest on her lips, then back up.

A moment. Two.

Aileen exhaled, her breath fogging up the space between us, and I could see it, for a moment. Similar to what I had done, her eyes darted down, and-

Everything in my body went frozen before my blood went crazy, pumping in my head and ears and I could hardly hear my own thoughts when I tried to register the warmth pressed against my lips.

Eyes widening in surprise, there was (probably) less then a moment before I let them fall shut, inviting the kiss.

No, I didn't want Aileen to get the wrong message.

Upon instinct with my previous relationships, my fingers moved to cup her cheek.

Aileen broke away, averting her eyes. I propped myself up on my elbows, raising an eyebrow at her expression- a bitten lip, hard eyes.

"... That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"