First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 19, part 2

It's almost midnight. My thoughts are everywhere, it feels like nothing makes sense anymore. Despite all my hard efforts to always be nice to everyone, to not cause trouble, to be a good person there is someone who I've hurt so much that he's scared to even talk to me face to face. I know it sounds stupid, but I feel guilty. But how can I feel guilty without even knowing what you've done or said? Good question, but I still do. I can't control it and I have the unbearable urge to find this person and fix whatever needs to be fixed. Maybe I haven't realized that I've somehow hurt this stranger, but I still think that nobody deserves to receive such heinous messages.

I glance at the desk where my phone is laying silently. I'm laying in my bed with my favorite fluffy towel around my body, my hair still wet. Gabbie drove me home about 3 hours ago and all I managed to do so far was to take a very, very long bath. I have to admit it was a bit relaxing after the whole "mean text" drama earlier today. I decided not to worry my parents now and wait for them to come back at the end of the week. But if in the meantime I don't get another message, I won't tell them at all. And if I do... I actually don't know what I'm supposed to do. Go to the police? Call a SWAT team?

I shake my head to get rid of the bad thoughts and stand up, unwrapping the towel. I throw it on the floor and open my closet. I put on my underwear and my favourite black t-shirt. My parents gave it to me almost 11 years ago after their first seminar. It's a little stretched from all the washing, almost reaching my knees and the colour has faded a lot, but when they are away for a long time and I miss them, this piece of fabric manages to calm me down in some weird way, that I've never understood. And this is just what I need right now. I turn off the lights and lay in the bed again. I have to get some sleep. This day was exhausting enough. Suddenly my phone lights up the room, the ringtone piercing my ears and making my heart almost jump out of my chest. I slowly approach the desk, scared to pick it up, but still a little curious about who's calling. I let a loud sigh when I see the caller's ID and answer instantly.

"Did I wake you up, princess?" I smile as I hear David's voice on the other end of the line.

"Not really. I'm just laying in bed." His gasp makes me giggle.

"Alone? Absolutely not, I can't let that happen." The new set of giggles are interrupted by the doorbell.

"David?" I can hear only his laughter before he hungs up and the door bell rings again. I get up, grabbing the baseball bat I keep under my bed just in case something like this happens, then carefully and quietly go downstairs. I decide that it's better instead of turning on the lights first to take a look through the peephole. But the baseball bat is quickly thrown on the floor when I see the cutest smile hiding under a familiar black hat.

"What are you..." As soon as I swing the door open David swipes me up in his arms from the ground and lifts me up as and I have no other choice but to wrap my legs around his waist if I don't want to fall on my butt.

Without even saying a word he start gently kissing my neck, slowly making his way up to my lips. My hands had already gotten rid of his hat, my fingers having the opportunity to be comfortably buried in his hair, making it messier by the second. Somewhere between us kissing and kissing even more I come to the conclusion that maybe the t-shirt from my parents isn't the only thing that can make me feel better after a bad day.

"What... are... you... doing... here... so... late?" The words manage to come out like heavy garps between a few kisses. David puts me back down on the ground, leaving his arms around me, a playfull grin appearing on his face. If everything in the room wasn't spinning so quickly, I was going to kick him out and go back to bed.

"Well, since that evil twin of yours stole you from me today..." He pulls me closer. "...I thought I can have you at the nighttime." He runs his fingers through my hair. "I missed you." He whispers, going for my neck again. When I involuntarily tilt my head to the side, I feel him smiling against my skin. But something strange outside the door catches my eye.

"David?" He groans in response, but continues kissing me. "David, what is that?" He turns around to see where my finger is pointing then quickly returns to kissing me.

"My backpack." His muffled raspy voice tells me that this subject isn't interesting for him.

"I can see that's your backpack, I'm not blind, but why it's in front of my door?" He sighs, the tiny flow of warm air almost making my hair to curl even more.

"I got in a fight with my parents." Taking a step back and still looking at me I notice that now his face is completely serious. I suddenly miss that playfull charming grin from a minute ago. "Can I sleep on your couch for a couple of days?" He picks up the backpack and closes the front door. I ignore the high pitched and very panicked voice inside my head that screams "You two just made out while the door was open and the whole town could have seen you! Think about what your parents would say if they find out about this, Liza!" and decide to focus my whole attention on the sad boy in front of me.

"David, what's wrong?" He lowers his head like he is guilty for something, causing my anxiety to level up. "Why did you got in a fight with your parents? hat did you do?"

"Actually, absolutely nothing. But I don't really want to talk about it right now." He lifts his head up and makes a few steps towards me, smiling again. "Can we please just drop it? I just want to spend time with my girlfriend, that's all." He wraps his arm around my waist and I roll my eyes.

"In that case I should probably tell you that the couch is bumpy and uncomfortable even when you are just sitting on it." I say, suppressing my laughter as I see his face falling a little. "My bed on the other hand is fluffy and comfy and on top of all, big enough for both of us." His brown eyes widen in surprise a little when he understands what I'm offering him.

"Are you sure? Liza, I really don't want to screw up and rush things." His voice is low and serious and I know he really means it, but I've already decided.

"And who said that we are going to do something more than cuddle?" He smiles at my furrowed brows and takes my hand in his.

"Let's go then. After you, my lady!" He kisses my hand, causing the tornado of butterflies in my stomach to swirl uncontrollably again. "I really like your night outfit. Did you picked it for me?" He whispers in my ear as we enter my room, making me blush profusely as I realize that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear.

Quickly flopping on the bed and leaving only my head above the covers, I watch David dropping his backpack on the floor and taking off his jacket.

"You have to turn around so I can change." I just shake my head in disagreement, not knowing what I'm going with this and he smiles. "Do you really want to play this game? Are you sure you can keep up?" I raise an eyebrow, challenging him and his smile only widens.

As he grabs the hem of his shirt and starts slowly taking it off, revealing a few abs and a lot of skin and... Well, more abs... I manage to take control and force myself to turn around, burying my face in the pillow and feeling my cheeks getting warm again. I hear his deep, mellow laughter and a few seconds later I feel the bed moving as he lays next to me. His warm hands wrap around me and I get a kiss on my shoulder.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you." His breath fans a few strands of hair on my neck as I turn my back to him, cuddling closer to the warmth of his body.

"Well, I didn't have a choice." He squeezes me lightly and I giggle.

"Good night, princess." He whispers and kisses my shoulder again.

"Good night, David."