{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

fifty'two

Entering my World History class, I mumbled an apology for being so late to the teacher who just waved it off and gestured for me to take a seat. I settled in, rooting in my school bag which I had managed to grab before fleeing from Dante.

Some minutes after me, he trudged in, giving this long-winded and very elaborate excuse to the teacher who didn't appear to be suspicious by our tardiness. Probably forgot I was even late thanks to Dante's long excuse.

Hazel eyes clashed with forest-green ones for just a second – something that felt like an entire eternity – before I ducked my head down, averting my eyes like the coward I am.

I'm not one for staying up late at night since I usually finish my homework on time. I get to bed early at a good time and I'm fresh for the morning. I don't have anywhere else to go or anything else to do.

So, it really is a rare occurrence when you find me sitting on the sofa up way into the night at a very late time, a mug of steaming hot chocolate in my hands. I was in the living room, the lights switched off. The moonlight was currently spilling in through the clean windows and over the couch, bathing me in its reflected light. I was wide awake, unable to sleep. I took a tentative sip from the warm mug, relishing the sweet taste as it spilled onto my taste buds. It was quiet, very quiet.

That is, until I heard the faint strumming of a guitar. Sliding my eyes shut, I bopped my head to the beat which was oh so familiar…

What time and day is it?
Seeing you has made me lose it all.
I can't keep my eyes off of you.
And I think the world just stopped,
the minute I saw you walking through the door.

I bolted upright, some of the swirling brown liquid falling on my hands gripping the mug. I swore harshly as I felt the heat burn into my skin. Setting my mug down on the table nearby, I threw the blankets that had been covering me, off my body and scurried to the window. I was almost afraid of what I would find once I peeked through the glass onto the campus below.

I can feel all these emotions,
Swirling up inside of me.
I don't understand what they mean
Why can't I seem to think about you properly?

The sight of Dante singing to the strumming of a guitar – done by Braden, who knew he could play guitar? - was so strange and funny, I couldn't help the twitch of a smile that appeared on my lips as I watched him. His mesmerizing eyes found mine and I saw the huge grin appear on his kissable lips as he started to sing louder.

My feelings are all mixed
And I can't seem to decide.
Where have all our arguments gone?
Is this love or hate inside?

"Who is making that ungodly racket?!" Jenna grumbled, sleepily stumbling out of her room and clutching her head. Her blonde hair was a messy poof tangled atop her head and as she dropped her hands from her head, they returned to her baby blue eyes. Rubbing them furiously as she came to stand next to me, she had to blink a few times to clear her vision as she stared down at the two guys. Shaking her head in disbelief at what she was seeing, it took her a while to actually realize that this wasn't a dream.

What time and day is it?
Seeing you has made me lose it all.
I can't keep my eyes off of you.
And I think the world just stopped,
the minute I saw you walking through the door.

"Oh my god…" she breathed, clutching my arm as we looked down at the two of them, Braden laughing silently as Dante continued to sing. He ignored the shouts of girls from all along the rest of the dorms, some shouting how much they loved him whilst others were screaming to keep the racket down. And through all of this, he sang, his eyes fixated on the window, I'm pretty sure but it felt like they were staring right at me, through me. Jenna reached a hand out to open up the window and I heard everything better, a crystal clear clarity.

Pulling you close to me now
My pulse is skittering,
My head is spinning,
And my heart is quickening.

He continued to sing the rest of the song but halfway through, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned away from the window and ran to the front door.

He was finishing up the song by the time I got there. His eyes were still looking up at the window and I could see the desperate look in them as they continued to fruitlessly search. He looked helplessly at Braden, who just shrugged and started to put away his guitar. He knew I was coming. He knew me.
So, with one last burst of energy, I threw myself onto Dante and before he could say a single thing, I mashed my lips against his. Everything I felt for him, all that confusion, anger and love even was poured into that single kiss.
When we broke apart, both of our breathing was ragged and he managed to choke out those words that meant the entire world to me.
"The sun itself sees not till heaven clears…love is blind, Norah. I don't want to be blind."
"I'm sorry I took so long." I whispered back.
I'm not going to run away again. I realize that now.
I love Dante. All those agonizing times spent thinking and running through everything, I realized my mistake. You don't use your head, you use your heart.
I dug myself into a hole the first time. I'm not going to do it again. Not after everything he's done for me. Not after everything we've been through and done together.
I love Dante; it's as simple as that.
Who would've thought?