Seven Days

Sweet Kisses

6:26 pm

Evan's house; his room

Dressed in a gray T-shirt, I wake up with a slight buzz in my head. I don't know what's up with me but I can say that I don't look fine. One minute I was arguing with Evan, now I'm in his room, wearing his shirt.

Whoa, wait!

His shirt?

I jerk up and look around. It doesn't seem like we did something. Then how...

The door slightly open, Evan's head popping in. He smiles a little and ask, "You okay?"

I just nod, averting my eyes to the side. I hear the door closes and thought that Evan might've go out. But when I look towards it, he is already sitting by the edge of the bed.

He heaves a sigh, ruffling his hair in the process. "Geez, Charlie. You shouldn't have slept outside last night," he says, kind of lecturing me.

"I'm alright, so there's--"

"Nothing to worry about? God, look at you? You look pale. I should've noticed that when we were..." he stops.

I know what he's going to say next... when we were fighting.

I sit up, resting my back to the bed's headboard. I hug my knees and gaze at him. He doesn't look worried at all even though that's almost what he's trying to imply. Actually, to be honest, I can't tell if he is angry, upset or just doesn't care at all. It's a mixture of everything...

"Charlie, I'm sorry," he says, cutting off my thoughts. "I know it won't do anything. I just think I have to say it... for all the pain I put you through."

I reach out for his hand and entwine it to mine. He doesn't pull away so I continue saying, "It's okay..." I smile; stray tears are brimming on my eyes. "I chose to be like this anyway."

He shakes his head. "Even so. I'm not in the position to hurt such sweet lady like you."

I snort at the choice of noun for me. "Lady."

"What?" he chuckles. "I can't call you a lady now?"

"I'm a girl. It's way better."

"No. Lady is for like mature girls. And you are a mature girl so--"

"Kiss me, Evan," I blurt. I really don't want to think about what's going to happen after; I just want him.

He is wide eyes, and his jaw might've get broke because it's almost separate. "Wh--wha..." But he isn't able to utter any coherent words.

I move closer, staring into his deep brown eyes. I can just stare at those eyes for days and I won't even regret it. He's a mystery I can't decipher. If he doesn't give a clue, I wont know anything about him.

"Kiss me, Evan," I repeat. I divert now my eyes at his lips. He purses it. I can hear his irregular breathing. Am I the one giving him this kind of effect? Or it's the idea of wanting to kiss him? I wish I know what's running into his mind.

He brings both of his hands to cup my face. He runs his thumb to my cheek, carressing it as he says, "I want to kiss you... so badly, Charlie... But this is wrong. This is not what you want."

"I know I want you," I answer, ignoring the constriction in my chest. It hurts, I know. But this is what I want. And I want nothing more than anything but Evan. "I want you, Evan. And I love you so much."

I feel him stiffen a little bit after I said the last part. I know he won't love me back. But letting him know about my feelings is just what I want. At least he knows I love him.

"Charlie..."

I get impatient and don't wait for him to finish his sentence. I crash my lips to his and feel his soft lips on mine. He's shock at first, but then he's the one who's taking the lead now.

The kiss is slow, like he is waiting for me or something. I circle my arms around his neck, ruffling his already ruffled hair. Then it turns more passionate and needy. He pushes me down on the bed; he's hovering half above me.

This can be consider as goodbye kiss. In a few days--I only have three days now. Oh wait, just two and a half days left only and then I'm gone again. This time for good. Once I get what I really want, I'll disappear in his life, maybe forever.

He pulls away, resting his forehead to mine. We are now both breathless.

"I should've did that the first time I saw you," he says, breathing raggedly. He kisses my nose which sends of the little butterflies to flutter around. "I've been wanting to do that since then." He gives me a peck on the lips before laying down on the bed beside me. I move closer to him and hugs him.

"I love you, Evan," I say again even though I know that he won't say it back. I just want him to know how much I love him and how mich he meant to me.

He just mums, kissing the top of my head. I wonder if he feels anything for me.

I close my eyes and just enjoy his company beside me. I have to enjoy this moment because this won't happen anymore.

"Charlie? I..." But it becomes a muffled voice as I feel myself drift off to sleep again.

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My internet crashed, resulting for the slow update. And now, I'm trying to finish this before April 30 or this story won't be qualified for wattpad prize. But here it is. There's another update so don't go away ;)