Sugar Coated

Chapter 4

They sat in her living room, in the very apparent awkward silence that they were both so determined not to break.

After what seemed like hours, (though in reality, it was only a couple of minutes) he finally spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

From what it seemed like, she had no idea how to respond at all. She just sat and stared blankly at the wall.

"Then I'm leaving," he said, getting up and stretching his back.

He walked to the door and opened it, looking back the couch, where she no longer sat. He turned back to the door, only to be met by a pair of lips on his own.

The kiss was short, but sweet. Long, but ended too quickly. Hungry, but not lustful. Just a short, simple kiss.

Time seemed to stop for the both of them, until their needs for air became overwhelming, and they parted grudgingly.

They stood, foreheads together, in Amelia's doorway. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, wanting desperately to never have to let go of one another.

"I have to go," the boy stated, "my mom is expecting me home."

He was lying. His mother didn't give a damn about where he was or when he'd be home. She didn't care at all. She was a crazy, oblivious alcoholic who couldn't even remember her own name at times. She didn't care about him, and he didn't care about her. It went the same both ways.

This led to trauma in the early years of his life. She'd been an alcoholic for as long as he could remember. His dad had left them, and died a few years later. He couldn't even recognize his own son when he was being driven to the hospital. He died in the ambulance.

Let's just say, he will never be the Eli everyone knew and, well, knew.