RUSTY. | BxB

Chapter Ten : The Natural

                   Chapter Ten : The Natural

     I pressed against his lips again with my own, not being able to help myself.

He had me wrapped around his finger. Yet for some reason, though I know my soul is ice cold, I liked how I could feel warmth emitting from my body whenever I came around him.

   He sort of put a pep in my step, if you would.

             Maybe this is what that falling in Love thing is. I saw it a few times through what little I would actually call a "high school career". Sure, I had felt it with my mother, but that I felt was inbred in my nature. In everyone's. I never had a reason not to love my mother. Why wouldn't I?

    But not only was he different, this contact was different. I had never kissed anyone before, let alone thought them to be attractive or want to physically interact with them, yet somehow I felt it was only out of nature that I gave him that interaction.

He pulled back from me, opening his eyes slowly before returning his eyes to his lap.

"Why'd you do that?"

                     "I couldn't help myself," I replied, a slight smirk creeping on my face.

"Yeah well, you didn't have to." Another small tear crept out of his eyelids. I caught it for him as it passed the skin of his cheek.

   I thought humans were supposed to be happy after being shown affection. His rejection of what I thought to be intimacy invoked more curiosity in me. "I know, I just wanted to. I had never done that before."  I smirked at him before looking down, finding myself playing with my fingers. 'So that was a kiss' I thought to myself. I just wanted him to smile. A genuine expression my mother often shows when she's happy.

         "Stop lying." He brushed me off, sniffling to himself, trying to regain his composure, "I know you only did it cause you saw me crying. And I know you've kissed people before."

      "Nope. You're the first." I reassured him. I saw him return his attention to me, out of the corner of my eye. "I find that very hard to believe. " A small smirk allowed itself to show on his face as he shook his head in disbelief.

   I was confused by what he meant. I waited for him to elaborate a little more. "You're attractive as hell. I can't see why I would be your first kiss." From my knowledge, attractiveness is a major factor in human society. Basing most of their lives on their appearance and subconsciously judging who likes and doesn't like based on that alone.

    I could never understand that. The insecurity in his voice allowed me to decipher his statement though I could tell he didn't apply that common factor in his own life. The only way I could 'read his mind' is if you would.

        "You don't think I find you attractive, do you?" He remained silent after hearing my question. "I'm going to take a guess in saying that's why you push me away so often."

     He turned his attention to the window which allowed the moonlight to phase through its glass material and bounce off his skin.

         I sighed, disappointed in myself for not figuring it out sooner. "I've never been the most liked. Never had a lot of friends. I'm invisible to everyone and the only time I get acknowledged is by my twin sister who has nothing but hurtful things to say about me." He broke it down in a tone of 'understanding' for some reason. As if he truly believed those things.

I looked to him, tilting my head with a smile, "I like you." I proclaimed simply, "In fact, you're probably the first person I've ever genuinely liked in this shitty world. Aside from my baby sister."