I look up at him with a smile as I rest my head upon his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He gives me a confused look and says, "What?" , I smile a little brighter and say , "This is my favourite place in the world...you know that right?". He takes his hand off my waist , runs his fingers through my hair and whispers into my ear, "Ditto".
I always sucked at relationships . It wasn't that I couldn't keep one . I just kept living in the constant fear that it would be over someday and that freaked me out . I guess you could say i have separation anxiety and i wouldn't deny it at all.
Jay Hamilton was my best friend of three years before he became my boyfriend . I guess some part of me knew he had a crush on me but I refused to accept it. I would constantly tell myself that i would imagine him blush when I would hug him or simply ignore the fact that he would hold my hand every chance he got.
I still remember how I reacted when he told me he was falling for me . I ignored him for two weeks, two miserable weeks until we both accidentally met in the ice-cream isle and both broke down into tears. We both talked it out in the backseat of his car and that was when I told him I liked him...alot.
"Hey",he says twisting so that he's facing me sideways. "Whats going on in that pretty head of yours ?". I simply smile at him and shake my head. He runs his fingers through my hair again . "Wow...your hair's really soft" , he says twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. I roll my eyes at him.
"If you keep rolling them ,they might get stuck that way ", he says with a smirk. "Yeah...but you'll love me anyways so thats alright with me", I tell him with a smirk. "Yeah..", he sighs ,"The sad life of Jay Hamilton."
I don't reply, I just get off his bed and pick his hoodie off the floor and turning to face him.
He gets off and wraps his arms around my waist . "Whats wrong?" He asks , concern etched all over his face. I sigh as I remove his hands off my waist and tie my hair into a ponytail.
I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him close while humming a tune. He stares at me and sighs. As my hand reach his wavy brown hair, I push him gently enough to make him sit on his bed.
"Is something wrong?", he asks. I mumble a soft no and close my eyes as I feel his fingers untie my hair. He pulls me between his legs and wraps his arms around me and that's when his stomach grumbles.
We both burst into laughter and his face turns a light red. "Let's get some food and then go meet our fools, kay?" He nods and gives me a shy smile as we both walk out the door. "Your car or mine?", he asks as he slips on his aviators. "Yours ,please",I smile as he shakes his head and moves toward the car.
