***TRIGGER WARNING | RATED MA***
~~~BOOK 2 IN LIAAIS SERIES~~~
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"Be Confident. Too Many Days Are Wasted Comparing Ourselves To Others. And Wishing To Be Something We Aren't. Everybody Has Their Own Strengths And Weakne...
It's 22:56. Kinda late considering the flight, drive home, and time change. Hunter and I are just hanging around in my room while I ice my knee. I have to most nights.
"Do you have to ice your knee every night?" Hunter says.
He's laying at the end of my bed and setting a volleyball.
"Pretty much," I say.
"Nate!" I hear Aristotle yell.
I guess it must've scared Hunter because he dropped the ball on his face. Smooth Hunter, smooth. I get up and walk over to Aristotle's room. Down the hall.
His room is a dark slate grey on two walls and chalkboard on the other two with a grey rug. He's got this text on one wall ever since we changed his walls that says, "Breathe, just breathe."
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"I like that," I say pointing to the wall he's drawing on.
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He's drawn a whole city block in perspective. Pretty cool.
"Thanks," he says, "Does this seem off though?" He points to part of a building.
"No," I say, "Is that what you called me for?"
I lean on the doorframe.
"Yeah... Sorry," he says and shrugs.
"Don't worry," I say, "Need anything else?"
"No. You look better though," he says.
"Thanks," I say and give a painful smile.
"Ya know, appreciate yourself more. Don't give that painful smile," he says.
I sigh. He comes over to me and hugs me. I hug him back. He's always been there for me and I've tried my beat to always be there for him.
"You should get to bed," I say.
"Just a little longer?" He begs.
"Fine," I sigh, "20 minutes."
"Okay," he says and rushes back to his drawing.
I start walking back to my room but end up stopping at the bathroom. I enter and close the door behind me. I then take my shirt off. I don't see a difference. My ribs are still visible but my stomach is more flat and not as much caving in.
"You look great," Hunter says.
It startled me. I grab my shirt as fast as I can.
"Jesus Christ Hunter," I say breathing heavily, "That scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry. I got bored," he states, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," I say putting my shirt back on.
He walks closer to me. I don't know what's going on. He looks into my eyes I do the same. In one swift move his lips are on mine. I don't decline his entrance to my mouth. I let him.
"Holy shit," he says pulling away, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking-"
"Hunter, it's fine. I don't really know what just happened either," I say.
"I don't know what got into me. Nate I'm extremely sorry about that," he says.
"Don't worry. It's okay," I say.
"Can we keep this in between us?" He asks guiltily.
"Yeah. Let's," I say.
Nobody has to know about what just happened. Nobody at all. Just the two of us. Only the two of us.
