stars dwelled in us

Chapter 8

I flashed him a curious look. He seemed baffled too.

"Why are you sitting on my window ledge?" I questioned. Arching my left eyebrow.

"Why can't i?" He replied harshly. "Let's just continue with our project. Which is due in two weeks time. You see, i'm counting," He seemed satisfied with his answer which apparently ticked me off.

"You're just counting how long its due. You're not going to bother anyways. You've never done a single thing," I guess my reply stung him.

"You know what let's just lay down and chat? There's alot going on lately and the last thing i want in mind is to get into a fight with you," He replied with a rupture of melancholy clouding above him as he layed down. To be frank, now that he has mentioned, he has never shared personal information regarding me or his family. I presumed that he's not comfortable to talking to me about such matters. But it's unfair as i've been the one who's been revealing private matters with him. So i've decided to hit him with a question that i've longing to ask him.

"Why don't you ever tell me stuff regarding your personal life? Is it that you're comfortable with me or something? Be honest please," I begged with despair.

"I supposed i told you the answer already, your questions will be answered in time," It was clear he was avoiding the questions. I wanted to ask more but he cut in.

"You know what, the next song that comes on will be *our* song," He changed the subject promptly.

I guess i was intrigued with what he mentioned a moment before. It accompanied with butterflies in my stomach.

"What do you mean by 'our' song? We are not even a thing."

"Who said we were? Even good friends have 'their' song," I felt a heavy feeling in my heart drop instantaneously. The fact that he said 'good friends' and 'who said we were' shattered my heart into pieces. Though i know that we are nothing, i felt like there's nothing to hope for anymore. I shouldn't have asked.

I let it slide for now though i know i'll sulk over this small matter. We were waiting with excitement gradually filling up. When the next song started playing, mixed feelings arosed.
It was 'Love me tender' by Elvis Presley. It was my grandparent's song. I tried to hold back my tears. But wretchedly couldn't. It was a ballad. I don't know whether I should be filled with europhia or grief. It was a mixture of both. Carter sat up, he grabbed my small face and wiped away my tears. I've been emotional for countless of times, but with Carter here, i've never been this emotional in my lifetime.

"I'm sorry, i got carried away. This song reminds me of my grandparents love and faith they had for each other," He looked bewildered but I assumed it was because he thought it was absurd to cry over something not worth crying for.

"I feared this would happened. You look so beautiful when you're crying. Undoubtedly precious," He commented.

I looked up with incredulity. I believed i was dreaming. Tears just kept subsequently welling up, "What?"

"Did you remember i told you about my first love? Whenever 'Love me tender' came on, she started sobbing. It reminded her of something she never told me," He said with disatisfaction. I was actually glad that I was not the only one he knows who cried over Love me tender alone. With my body impetuously controlling me, I then wrapped my arms around his neck. My eyes widen and his body went into a slight shock mode, so did my body as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His grip was tight but soft at the same time. I've never hugged a guy before and it was an spontaneous feeling. He then let go of my grasp. But after, i felt embarrassed undeniably.

"You owe me a slow dance," He said with warm red tone flushed his cheeks. He was blushing. So did i.

"Why?" I replied without a clue.

"Because, you hugged me without telling me."

"It was because my body controlled me."

"You still owe me one though," He was insisting on winning this arguement. I wasn't going to let him.

"Give me reason," I impelled.

"Like your body, do you think i can control my emotions?" He instigated.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

He grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him.

"My emotions for you are driving me insane," He can't possibly say that.

My heart couldn't handle the sudden ambush of words that made my heart palpitate to its finest.