One of us - Nichorello

20. Understatement

<Nicky's POV>

Loud music, red cups filled with the best drinks, grinding bodies, high people. This could only be a legendary party of the gang. Exclusively for members and closest friends.

I loved these nights, my best friends, basically my family would come over to my house and we would spend some quality time. Logan had red lipstick smeared all over his face as he had made out with probably every chick in this room. Well aside from all the lesbians.

"Why aren't you drinking yet?" Vause asked since normally I would already be stumbling across the living room, yelling some sort of words which made no sense.

"I'll start later" I lied.

"You invited Lorna, didn't you?" she smirked at me, raising an eyebrow.

Dammit, Vause. Why did she know me so well?

"When is she coming over?" she asked, already knowing that her assumption was right.

"I don't know, any minute I guess."

RING RING

My head immediately turned to the door, causing Vause to chuckle even harder. There was no need to check the door, it could only be Lorna since anyone else would have just walked in here. I instantly smiled at the thought of her good behavior, ringing the doorbell. She probably was even going to ask me if she may come in. Lost in my thoughts I almost forgot to answer the door.

"Hey," she said.

Wow. How did she manage to look this beautiful every time? She was absolutely breathtaking. Her black dress complemented her pale skin and showed most of her bare leg.

"Hey," I said as I tried to act as cool as possible. Since when did I have to 'act' cool.

"May I come in?" she asked just as I had expected. I instinctively started to chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" she nudged me in the side slightly. I smiled at her in response and led her to the kitchen were Vause was talking to Piper whom she had invited without my permission.

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I haven't seen Lorna since she arrived, due to Boo who had practically dragged her away from me. Although Boo was very sneaky and should definitely not be trusted when it came to attractive women, I trusted Lorna. I headed towards the kitchen, trying to find her as I saw her standing on the porch outside all by herself.

"Hey," I said, surprising her. She really must have been lost in her thoughts.

"Hey"

"What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't find you so I came here to get some fresh air" she smiled at me, ensuring me that everything was alright. I stepped closer to her, resting my hands on the railing as I raised my head looking up at the beautiful night sky, covered in stars. Soon my attention unwillingly drifted to Lorna, examining her face while she was intensively staring at the night sky.

"You look beautiful" I muttered, captivated by her beauty.

"It really is, isn't it," she said, clearly misunderstanding my words. Today something must be bothering her; usually, she was mentally more present.

"You misunderstood." I gently turned her head to mine "I said: you look beautiful" emphasizing the word 'you'. Although she blushed I could tell by the darker shade of her eyes that she was worried about something. The smile faded as she turned around, scooting away from me, avoiding my look. These actions were unlike the happy, positive attitude she normally had. The guilt was clearly taking over her as she didn't respond to any of my actions. I hated the fact that she was still with Christopher, even though she wasn't happy with him.

"Tell me," I said, still staring at her, waiting for her to finally look at me.

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

She inhaled before saying " This" she looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness and desperation "I mean us. This is wrong."

I felt my heart crack, not by her words, but by the look in her eyes. The emotion, the sadness they held as she spoke the truth that even she didn't want to face. It was clear that she wanted this too, but why didn't she then allow this to happen? I make her happy, she deserves to be happy. Doesn't she know that?

"Does it feel wrong?" I asked.

"No, it feels so right." she said frustrated "but it is so wrong. I have a boyfriend."

"Does he make you happy?"

"No, but that-"

I interrupted her: "You deserve to be happy. Don't let anyone make you forget that."
I tucked a strand of her curly brown hair gently behind her ear, feeling the smoothness and warmth beneath my fingertips. Our faces were only inches apart, her breath tingling my neck softly. I noticed how her breath hitched up at our closeness, as our fingertips touched, sending shivers down my spine. I laid my hand gently on top of hers, ensuring her that I would always keep her safe. My other hand still rested on her neck, tingling with sensation as I felt her chills beneath my skin. She finally turned her head, allowing our eyes to meet. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect, soft lips, noticing that she, as well, was staring at mine.

As she exhaled her lips parted slightly completely wrecking any self-control that I had left. I bent down, finally locking her lips with mine.

After a few seconds, she finally kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her.

There is no way I could describe what I felt during the kiss, there were not enough words to explain the way a kiss could possibly make you fall in love with someone again. The only thing that came to my mind during the kiss was this:

The way you feel when you kiss her for the first time
Like fire within your bones
Like your soul has returned to the water
Like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again

I had never understood this poem before, it sounded unrealistic and exaggerated in comparison to reality. But compared to this moment, this kiss, this piece of perfection I got to experience right now, the poem was definitely just an understatement.