The Virus

Fifteen

Ophelias POV

When I was finished her jaw was basically on the floor. I told her. I told her she didn't want to hear it and she didn't listen. "I've got to go." I mutter, before standing up. 

"Wait!" She says before hurrying over to me. "I'd just like to say, you're wrong. Being closer to Noah wouldn't be a bad thing. It's stuff like that which keeps you sane in a world like this. He's a nice guy, take a chance. The worst that'll happen is it doesn't work out and its a bit awkward." She says hurriedly. 

I nod and leave. I ignore what she says I don't need to think about that.

I walk through the school and outside to the mansion. I stand outside of it looking up at the building that has held plenty of inhabitants over the centuries. I climb a gate and fall down the other side. It's Noah's watch so even if I am caught it'll just be him. I climb the stairs that line the roof. When I get to the end that go into the building, I climb onto the railing and pull myself on top of our make shift watch tower. I assume it held a very large bell long ago.

The roof is flat right at the top, giving about a square metre of two to sit on. The building is sturdy enough and I plop down quickly. The view is amazing from here. I can see past the park and the trees and down a long road. I remember that road well, it lead all the way to my grandparents house, you could turn left straight into their street. And, if you knew the way you could easily get to my old house from there. Several turns and long roads, past the hospital and around the church. Past the university and down the road. And you were basically there.

I knew every shortcut you could take to get there. Turn a thirty minute walk into fifteen minutes and instead of cars zooming past, birds would chirp and trees would sway.

Suddenly, I hear voices below me. Someone must be talking to Noah. There's no actual walls around the tower just four beams and fence, so I can hear every word. It's Solomon by the sounds of it. They're not talking about anything interesting. Then the topic changes. "Ophelia was upset yesterday morning." Solomon says. 

"My fault." Noah mumbles back. 

"Oh I see. Just don't lose her, she's a keeper. She always was." Solomon says with no humour in his tone. 

"It'd help if she actually liked me in that way." Noah says in a hopeless tone. 

"Give her time. It's the apocalypse, she's not gonna be thinking about boyfriends and whether she has feelings for you. But don't leave her to make the first move. Even though it's Ophelia we're talking about, at least try to be dominant." Solomon replies before I hear his footsteps and a closed door.

I wait for Solomon to get out of sight before jumping down and walking into the tower myself. I clear my throat and walk up to Noah. "So, I was talking to Stella." I say. 

Laurence looks at me. "Oh?" He asks questioningly. 

"She's a bit weird. Overall pretty nice though." I reply. 

He nods. "You two are the only girls. There's only a few years between you. You should get along fine hopefully." He says. 

I smile. "Hopefully." I agree.

"Laurence?" I ask. 

He looks up. "Yeah?" He replies back. 

Our eyes meet. "Thank you." I say with a commanding tone. 

"For what?" He asks, confused. 

"For being there for me, for supporting me, for loving me." I look up. "For being you." I say softly. 

He smiles slightly. "First time I've ever been thanked for existing, but I know what you mean, and you are very welcome. And it's not like you haven't done anything for me. My life wasn't boring because of you, it was full of adventure and drama and love. I couldn't have asked to meet a better person." He replies. 

It's my turn to smile. "I know I don't say this enough and I know its not in the way you want. But I really do love you. All of you, completely. Forever." I finish.

For a moment, his face falls, But by the time I'm finished his grin is wider than ever. He steps over to me and pulls me into a tight hug. "I love you too." He breathes into my hair. Despite the duration, the hug isn't awkward. We stand there in silence for ages and yet when he let's me go, it's too soon.

"I'm gonna make everything up to you." I say with confidence, looking up to him. 

"You don't owe me anything." He replies almost confused. 

I shake my head. "I owe you the world and more. And there's only one way I can make it up to you." I finish.

He gives me a questioning look but before he can say anything, I pull him closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and go on my tip toes. My lips make contact with his, he doesn't respond at first, his arms lay limp at his sides and his lips remain unmoving. But, after a moment of what I assume was shock, he responds. His lips move against mine. He takes control, his arms wrap around my waist and then fall lower. He pulls me even closer so that every part of our body is touching. His tongue slips between my lips. He kisses me hard, his lips full of months, maybe even years, of lust.

He coaxes my up to the wall, furthering his dominance, He lifts me slightly and my feet are no longer touching the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he begins kissing down my jaw, then my neck and collarbone. I let out a sigh of sheer bliss. He slows down and begins sucking on my neck gently. "I love you." I whisper. 

He stops. Slowly, he raises his mouth to my ear. "I always did." He murmurs, before planting kisses once again all over me.