Bryce Loski's Point of View
Maybe I should just quit while I'm ahead? Not that I'm ahead. I'd just hate to embarrass myself even more than I already have. Embarrass Naomi more than I already have. I've caused enough damage to me and to her. I should just stop before I make a bigger fool out of myself. Or worse, make her even more upset with me. Who knows how much longer this silence could take? I know that no matter what I try to do, all my attempts to bring her back will just fail. And I'll be left in the rubble. Feeling like an idiot. Which I am. Just don't like to be reminded that this is who I've become. Man, Bryce you are a- I began to start up again, but my thoughts were interrupted by a knock downstairs.
I'll just leave it, I tell myself as I try to find my train of thought again. Only so I could wallow and pity my shortcomings once more. God, why isn't anyone answering the door? That knocking is interrupting my annoying inner monologue, I hate my monologue because it's self-deprecating but it's necessary. I stood up from my bed and ran downstairs to open the door.
"What?" I asked in an irritated tone as I swung the door open. As soon as the door was wide open, I noticed the person standing there. I stood, paralyzed for a moment, not thinking I'd see her in a long time. Her and those eyes. A few of her hair strands fell onto her cheeks. She brushed her hand over her face, over her freckles, to tuck the hair nervously behind her ear.
My heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to speak, "H-hey!" I spoke, sounding extremely excited. Which, I wasn't even embarrassed by. How could I hide how happy I was to see her. I was so happy, I was practically giddy.
"Hey.", Naomi spoke with a light laugh, her voice wrapped me in warmth. It was like hearing her voice healed me. Healed me of what, you may ask? Hell if I know, but whatever it was, I'm glad it's gone. I smiled widely, not able to or wanting to contain my joy.
Naomi chuckled, god how she kills me. How can she just laugh and make my heart melt? Naomi bit down on her bottom lip, an adorable nervous habit that I missed so dearly, "Do you wanna go do something?" She asked.
"Do I ever."
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"No! That is not what I said!" I spoke in defense, wildly laughing, so much I nearly choked on my soda. My grin spread across my face, I couldn't contain how ecstatic I was. I mean, here I am. Naomi before me. Talking. Laughing.
Naomi raised a brow, "No, that is what you said. I distinctly remember because you said it in such an odd way." She clarified. I shrugged, "If you say so."
Naomi looked over at me, I only noticed because I had been looking over at her. I didn't even take much notice when we passed by Jacob's house as we walked in the neighborhood. Naomi's brows knitted together, "It makes me nervous when you do that."
I chuckled, "When I do what?" Naomi folded her arms across her chest, stopping in her tracks, "When you just stare at me blankly. Out of nowhere. For minutes on minutes."
"Sorry." I bit down nervously on my bottom lip, "It's just-" I began as I looked back at the girl. Naomi bit down lightly on her bottom lip as well, not knowing. I knew this because she did it often. And it drove me mad. I sighed, "You're just so.." I trailed off, what word is more powerful than stunning?
"I'm so, what?" Naomi questioned. I reached my hand out, pushing her hair back out of her face and tucking it behind her. My thumb brushed over her cheek softly as I smiled down at her. Naomi sighed, "Bryce."
My eyes met hers, "Huh?" Naomi chuckled, "If you're gonna kiss me, just do it. Don't be a tease." She demanded. A smirk grew on my face as I leaned down towards her and she leaned towards me.
Our lips met in the middle, moving in sync, my hand held onto the back of her neck, my hands stringing through her hair. I pulled away, both of us laughing as I rested my forehead on hers.
"Happy now?" I mockingly asked.
"Very."
