N. Hanson's Point of View
What do I do? What should I do? There is no way to prepare for these things. I mean how do you tell someone you're sorry and that you love someone all in one? I knocked nervously on the front, my heartbeat picking up. The door swung open to reveal Chet. I smiled, "Chet!" I happily greeted him, my nerves beginning to settle.
"Naomi, how are you?" Chet sweetly asked. I smiled back, "I'm alright. I just came to see Bryce. Is he here?" I asked. Chet's smile grew, knowingly, "He's not here but how about you come in and wait up in his room?"
I chuckled lightly, "That'd be wonderful." Chet opened the door for me and I quickly ran up to Bryce's room. I walked around Bryce's room, it's actually relatively clean. I chuckled a little as I noticed Romeo and Juliet on his desk. I sat down on his bed.
What do I say to him? I can't just sit here and expect things to go back to normal. I sacrificed that when I told him to leave me alone. That's not really what I wanted. But, how could he have known that? Especially when I made it so clear and was so harsh.
I wish there was something I could do to make this all go away. I don't even care about what Bryce did anymore. I just feel like a shitty person. I've known I'm in love with him yet I told him to stay away. I'm upset that he's not with me, but I brought it upon myself. I can't blame someone else for my actions.
I tapped my foot nervously on the ground as I brought my thumb up to my lip, nervously brushing my thumb over my bottom lip. Do I just say 'I love you' and hope he says it back? Hope his feelings haven't changed? Do I kiss him? What do I do? Jesus!
Before I could decide, the door opened and Bryce walked in. His head was down, staring at his feet, so he hadn't noticed me. I chuckled a little, "Bryce?" I greeted him, but it sounded like a question. Bryce's head shot up, his eyes meeting mine as a small smile formed on both of our faces.
Bryce's eyes lit up, "Naomi, what're you- what're you doing here?" Bryce asked, clearly nervous as he stumbled over his words. I smiled up at him, "I changed my mind." I confessed. Changed your mind? What the hell does that mean? You tried to sound cute, but now you just sound stupid!
"How so?" Bryce questioned, in a sweet but mocking tone. I sighed, "You know how so." I cockily retorted, standing up from the bed and walking closer to Bryce. Bryce took a step towards me as well, his smile only growing larger. Making my heart thump against my chest. Holy shit, holy shit.
My gaze met Bryce's and I took a deep breathe, "I read your letter." I informed him. Bryce laughed, "Which one? They're all pretty shit." He teased himself. God, he's just so-- so-- I can't even find the words. And I'm usually so articulate. He just-- has this effect on me. It's amazing and annoying all in one. I shook my head, "It was the one closest to the door. And, it wasn't shit. It was-- unbelievable. It's the little push I needed to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
I chuckled lightly, stepping closer to Bryce. I now stood hardly an inch from him, my face inching closer to his. I bit down on my bottom lip before I let my smile appear, "Tell you that... I do too." I admitted. I let myself laugh a little as my cheeks turned bright red.
"You do?" Bryce asked for reassurance, I could see his smile growing larger and larger. I furiously nodded, "I do." I assured the boy. I raised a brow, "Can you just kiss me already? I've waited long enough."
Bryce crashed his lips against mine, his hands cupping my face. I threw my arms around his waist, pulling myself closer to him. I just want to hold onto this moment forever. I never want to lose it, ever. I just want to be here. Right now. With him. Forever. Bryce leaned downwards, making us both collapse onto the bed and let out a loud laugh as we landed. Bryce rolled over to the side of me, laughing hysterically. I let my laughing subside as I sweetly smiled over at the boy, letting out a content sigh.
Bryce shook his head at me, "I cannot tell you how fucking awesome I feel!" Bryce exclaimed. I smirked, "I feel the same way." I spoke sincerely. Cause I did. I've never felt this amazing. It may be scary leading up to the moment you tell someone you love them. But when you hear it back, holy shit. There is no greater satisfaction than to have someone you love, love you back. Bryce smiled over at me, reaching his hand out as he touched my cheek softly. I let out a small and happy sigh. Bryce leaned in slowly, pecking my lips quickly. As he pulled away, I quickly pecked his lips. I rested my forehead on his, the two of us smiling like idiots. The more I tried to get rid of my smile, the more it grew.
"How much longer do you have?" Bryce asked me. I could tell by his tone of voice it hurt him to ask that question. I shrugged, "The sun's already set and I'm sure my mom won't be home for a while, but Jace might be. And who knows what interrogation I'll get if he is."
Bryce nodded, "Yeah, I get it. I just wish you could stay. You know, I just want you to stay here all night. So we can stay up and talk for endless hours." Bryce frowned a little, "I just don't want this moment to end."
I chuckled, "We have all the time in the world." I spoke lightly, rubbing my nose against his. He crinkled his nose a little as I did this. He's so adorable and so-- Jesus, here we go again. Bryce laughed a little at my actions before pecking my lips. I let out another laugh, causing Bryce to pull away and place a kiss on my cheek. I sat up, as I did so Bryce let out a loud and defeated groan.
"I've gotta go." I informed him. Bryce sat up as well, resting his head on my shoulder, "I just want you here, with me." He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. I want to be here with you too. I wish I could be. I wish we could just sit here forever. I wish the world around us would stop and we could just be here. With no other worries.
I stood up from the bed, turning around and grabbed Bryce's hand in mine. I smiled down at the boy. Jesus, I love him. I bite down on my bottom lip to prevent my smile from growing even larger. But damn, I can't help it. Just look at him. I can't help but swoon. I have butterflies in my chest and I can hardly hear myself think over the sound of my heart racing.
"I'll see ya." I spoke in a hushed tone, letting Bryce's hand slip out of mine as I begin to walk towards the door. Before I can leave I can hear Bryce speak. Also in a hushed tone, but no matter how quiet it still made my heart flutter, "Not if I see you first."
