I'm In Love With You

Chapter 3

I'm In Love With You | Chapter 3

He can maybe love me,
The best.
But I'll always find you;
Better.

Nathan's POV
"What are you going here?" I asked Ariel and she batted her eyelids. Don't fall for her charms. Just don't. She giggled and then held the wine bottle up in the air. She smiled and licked her lips. Don't look at her lips, look anywhere but her lips.

"Can I come in?" My heart skipped a beat. Should I let her in? Was it even good for me? What if she did something and then I did something, she was clearly very drunk and I was hopelessly in love with her. I liked how weird she was, how she didn't care for the world, how she could be so messy, nothing felt like an enactment with her, she was just her and that is beautiful and enough.

I stepped aside and let her come in. She looked from left to right, taking in all the small details of my room. For the first time in my life, I felt very conscious, should I have not put that up where I did? Should I have not displayed my medals and trophies and kept my room simple and starlight. I let my eyes follow her's. Then her eyes met mine and she smiled when she saw me looking at me. Jesus, help me.

"You have a pretty room," she told me and laughed. She threw her head back and smiled. What a pretty sight. She then took a step towards me and I took a step back, "can I sit?"

I nodded while I carefully saw her climb on my bed, this was my dream. This had to be a dream. She was my dream girl and she was sitting on my bed. It was like God had finally listened to me. I was to dance, I wanted to leap up in happiness but I stayed put, keep calm man.

"So?" She kept the wine bottle on the bed and I quickly picked it up. I didn't want any spills or wine stain on my bed. She laid on my bed and giggled. She was drunk. I enjoyed her attention, I liked how she was just there, she didn't need to act up, she already had me 100% when she laid on my bed and smiled at me.

"So," I said, in hope that she would continue saying what she was saying.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" I was taken a back. I didn't expect her to say that to me, not on my face at least, she was a shy girl blessed with small breasts and a big ass. She was beautiful, had the best features of both her mom and dad.

"I don't stare at you," I told her, hoping that I wouldn't sound too defensive. So she noticed? She noticed me staring at her. I wanted to ask her, did you enjoy my attention? Do you like the way i simp for you? Like the way nobody else gets what you have.

"Liar," she pointed her middle finger at me and when she saw that she had actually showed me her middle finger, she giggled and put her hand on her mouth. She mumbled a quick," oops, " and then laughed again.

"I'll be back in a minute," I know I was a fool for leaving her there but alone but I wanted some fresh air or maybe I wanted to think, she was my sister's best friend, and maybe because no matter what the situation was I was in love with her and she was drunk. I didn't want to take advantage for her but at the same time I wanted to do things to her. I wanted her to moan , I wanted her to hold her hand, drop her to school, pick her up, go to her beloved art classes with her, eat her lunch.

Maybe I just thought in that way but the girl I loved was sitting on my fucking bed and was giggling away, I wanted to sit next to her and talk to her, and tell her things and ask her things. I wanted her body next to me, to hold me tight, so that I could just lay my head on her shoulder.

I quietly went down because I didn't want to wake up my sister up, God know where she was, last time they both have had a drink party, I had found my sister's face stuffed in the kennel of Pepsi with her butt sticking out, what a horrible view that was and Ariel being the queen she is was sleeping on a summer penguin floater in the swimming  pool.

I went down and saw my sister passed out on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bowl of curd, I put some on a plate and added some sugar to it. I mixed the sugar and the curd with a spoon and tasted it. Mum said that curd was something that could be given to anyone to tone down the alcohol in someone's system.

I went to my room and found Ariel sitting at the spot where I had left her. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she sat crossed legs on my bed. She was adorable. Jesus. I felt something stir in my pants. Oh god, no. This was not the right time for this. Last thing I wanted was to see my brother awake.

Think about bad things, I told myself. Think about broccoli and kale. Or about an old granny or anything else but not Ariel. I sat next to her and she said, "Can I sit on your lap?"

I wanted to bang my head on the wall but I couldn't say no to her, I climbed up on my own bed with the plate full of curd and sugar mixture. I bent up and grabbed the pillow from my bed side and put it in between my legs on my lap. I didn't want Ariel to witness my little friend. That would have been so mortifying. Before I knew what was  happening, she had landed her butt on the pillow on my lamp and her legs were around my waist.

I put the plate on the bed and picked up the spoon,"eat this okay? It'll make you feel better," I told her and fed her a spoon full. She made a disgusting face but then smiled. I fed her some more and she ate quietly. To be honest that was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with anyone. By the way she looked at me, I knew she was sleepy, my brother had been woken up and things became worse when she put her head on my shoulder. God save me before I faint.

I could never forget the way she looked at me and the way her eyes twinkled. She opened her mouth again and I fed her the last of whatever that was left on the plate. "Do you want some water?" I grabbed the water bottle from the bed stand and gave it to her.

She took a gull of the water and then smiled, "what were you saying?" I asked her. I knew she was sober enough now. I hope she knew what she had gotten herself into. She was in my arms, she would be here forever if she wanted to.

"I was saying-" she paused  and looked at me, "God I can do this," she mumbled of her self. Before I  knew what was happening she moved towards me and gabbed my shirt with the help of the collar.

She didn't wait for me to respond and then pulled be towards her, I was heavier than her. With such a force, I landed on her. I looked in her eye and she said, "kiss me." My brother danced with joy.

"But-"

I was interrupted by her, "I'm sorry, this was alcohol, I-" she told me and tried to scramble up. She looked embarrassed, she looked heartbroken at my disinterestedness, oh baby, absolutely not.

I kissed her again, I felt her melt in my arms, I fell on her and put my hands on her face, "I'm sorry, this is love," and in no time my shirt hit the floor. Life was good.