The next time I woke, Jesse was pacing in front of his bed combing his hair with his fingers. Oh my god....did he really tell me he liked me before I passed out?! He pacing because he thinks I won't like him?!Because I like him.....a lot.
I sit up and stretch and bit and fall back on my pillow. It's so hot in his house; I'm convinced his parents are against air conditioning. A song was in my head and the part I had in my head is how I felt straight and to the point.
"I was always in a fight cause I can't do nothin' right. Every day I fight a war against the mirror. I can't take the person starin' back at me. I'm a hazard to myself. Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy. It's bad when you annoy yourself. So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more. I wanna be somebody else" I sang to myself
Jesse looked at me with questions in his eyes. He came over to me and sat next to me....and close at that. But of course I didn't mind.
"What was that?" he asked
"A song by Pink, Don't Let Me Get Me" I said
"Is that how you feel?" he asked
"Sometimes" I said
"You shouldn't, you're perfect" he said
"Jesse about what you said last night......" I said not knowing what to say
"What about it? Do you feel the same way?" he asked
"I.....I-I d-do feel-l t-the sam-me way-y.....I-I-I t-think I l-love y-you" I stuttered out
"Angel...." He said looking down
"I get it, you don't feel that strongly about me. It's fine. I better actually get home" I said getting up
"Angel I didn't say that" he said once I was at the door
"Then what are you saying?" I asked
"That I love you too" he said coming over to me
Did he just say that? I think I might pass out.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that" I said hugging him
"Angel....will you be my girl?" he asked looking down at me
"Yes I will" I said looking at his lips
He must've noticed or been looking at me looking at his lips because he bent down and kissed me. Like not like a peck but a full blow smoochin' kind of kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I put my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes so I could reach his lips better. He pushed me against the door frame and kissed me more passionately.
God if I could stay in his arms forever, I would.
He pulled away and grabbed my hand and took me to his bed. He layed down on his back and pulled me onto his stomach. I layed my head on his chest and breathed when he breathed, soon our breathing was in perfect harmony.
"How long have you liked me?" I asked
"I don't know...awhile" he said
"I started liking you the day we met. When I stole your pudding cup because I was hungry and didn't have a lunch. And you chased me and then I tackled you and we started laughing and we became best friends that day" I said remembering little Jesse, he was even cute then
"I think I liked you before we even met" he said
"That's cute....even though I was a little bitch" I said remembering how bad I was
"You were spunky, not bitchy" he said
"Psh, whatever" I said
"Believe what you want" he said laughing
"I will" I said smiling
"Angel...I love you" he said
"I love you too Jesse, always have always will." I said
YOU ARE READING
The Angel Of Death
RomanceAbout a girl named Angel Deces, which is French for death. Her Mom died in child labor and her Dad committed suicide all before she was a day old. Adopted by the Dean family. Mr. Dean is a mortician and Mrs. Dean works in Emergency room.
