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Author's Note; New story, yay! Super excited for this one because... I don't know but I just am. I suck at first chapters so bare with me on this one and I promise the story will get better!! Anyways, enjoy :)

            i - ever enough

Pathetic, maybe? No, that's not it.

Wheeling myself further away from my desk I stood up from the leathered desk chair, stretching out my sore muscles. Sitting down for a large amount of time on that chair really did a number on me. Feeling the need to, I ran a hand through the brown locks on my head, making them stand up in all the wrong places. Sighing loudly, I looked over my bedroom to distract me from my previous task.

I have been working on this stupid psychology assignment for almost an hour and now I think it’s about time I give up. What’s the point? It’s not like my grade point average will suffer severely from this one tiny assignment anyway.

With that set in mind, I surveyed the length of my bedroom for the third time and my eyes landed on my canopied, queen-sized bed. I know it makes my bedroom look a little girly then most but it made me feel a sense of security to be surrounded by the drapes. And the longer my eyes gazed at the bed, the greater the temptation to jump over there grew. It just looks very inviting, the way it’s made, the tidiness of it, and all the pillows just begging to be pushed aside. So, with that mind set, I did a belly flop into my bed and sighed in pure content. So cozy; I can already feel the aching of my back starting to go down.

Though, with the lush of all the fabrics surrounding me, my mind could only reel back to my previous psychology assignment and the last question that I left unanswered. It’s not that hardest question to answer, but at the same time it’s not quite that easy either. If you could choose, which word would you pick that describes you best, in your opinion? What kind of question is that anyways, there is a bunch of words in the English dictionary that can I can use to describe myself, so how am I expected to just choose one? What a stupid psychology assignment.

Frustrated, and a grunted escaping me, I went back to my desk and chose to do my History homework instead, considering it doesn’t involve so much of me reflecting on my lousy life. All I have to do in history is reflect on other peoples’ lousy lives— which, in my opinion, is much more exciting over mine, and less… saddening? Yeah, there is less sadness when going through my entire history book. Unless you want to count all the countless people that died during the wars mentioned. 

Though, before I got the chance to completely pull out my history book from my backpack, I heard my sisters’ booming voice ring through the entire house, calling my name. Shelby, my twin sister, was never this loud, not unless she is excited about something. So, to see what all the commotion is all about, I got up and walked out of my bedroom to the grand staircase and yelled right back at her. “What do you want, Shelly?”

"Your boyfriend is here!" she cooed. I bit the inside of my cheek, playing with the hem of my sleeve now.

"Great," I mumbled to myself. "Send him up!" I called back before walking back to my room, leaving the door open so he could come in. The biting going on within the inside of my mouth didn’t stop though, and neither did the anxious playing of my long sleeved shirt. I shut my eyes for a minute, trying to set my racing mind at ease, along with the rapid beating of my heart.

I felt a lingering presence behind me, and I drew in a large breath. "Hey," Samuel greeted after a second of looming behind me.

"Hi,” I greeted back before turning around with a small smile pulled on my lips. “How are you?”

"Fine.” He smiled ever so gently and started to approach me further, then pressed a small kiss to me lips. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a while?" he asked with an expectant look.

"Sure, what do you want to do?" I said slowly glancing at him. 

"Let's just stay here and watch a movie," he suggested.

"Sounds good," I said as I made my way towards my bed, leaving just enough room for Samuel to seat himself right next to me. Though, before he came and sat down beside me he went over to my TV that sat in the far corner of the room, and looked through all the movies I owned. He rummaged through the pile for longer than expected, but soon found something appealing and walked back over to me. "What movie did you put in?" I asked as he walked towards my bed. 

"Your favourite, Fast Five," he said. I bit my bottom lip, preventing me from saying anything. Wrong, that isn't my favourite movie, The Lion King is. Fast Five is his favourite movie, but I don’t want to say anything that will remotely upset him, so I kept my mouth shut.

Instead of Samuel sitting in the spot I made for him, like I was expecting, he got in behind me. I pushed my body forward, familiar with the position he wants to be in right now. Both his legs were on either side of me while I sat between his legs, and I pressed my back up against his chest. I used to love this position, it used to make me feel like the safest person in the world but now I loath when sits me down like this. Why, you may be wondering. Well, when Samuel wants to sit in this position it usually means he wants to tender me up before getting to what he really came here for.

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