I Know | COMPLETED

_-*Chapter Eleven*-_

     We were kissing. We were finally kissing. Although I had ignored it, I knew I had been falling, well fell, for Jeremiah.
     In that moment, we both realized that we had to forgive each other. Maybe ourselves. Maybe the fact that we barely knew each other. Although it had to be fate, seeming as I could not live without him for another day.
     We broke apart for air, but my eyes stayed closed. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Jeremiah's beautiful tear stained face looking back at me with a goofy smile.
     "What," I laughed out.
     "I think I'm a fucking fortune teller."
     "Really? Why do you think that."
     "Because, our argument really did end with a kiss." We both laughed at his statement. Then, after a few moments of just looking at each other and smiling, Jeremiah said, "You know what kind of mood I'm in right now?"
     "A crying one," I replied, "Because I am. Meet at apartment 35 in 15 minutes?"
     Jeremiah shook his head as he smiled, "Fine. But I expect a fluffy blanket, tissues, and popcorn. And cuddling privileges."
     I rolled my eyes, "Those were already called for, Miah."
     "Don't call me that!"
     "Okay, okay I am sorry," putting my hand on the door handle I continued with, "Miah," and quickly left.
     Have you ever left your crush/boyfriend/friend/stranger's house hearing them screaming at you. No? Well then you're missing out.
     I did exactly as told. Putting popcorn in the microwave, a blanket on the couch, and a box of tissues on the coffee table. The door bell rang just as the microwave did. Taking the food out first, I travelled to the door and opened it.
     Of course, Miah was behind the door. He had a big sweatshirt in his hands, as well as his phone and a big fluffy pillow.
     I barely had a second to blink before he said, "Put your arms above your head."
     Giving him a confused look, I did as told and watched him place the sweatshirt over my head. Realizing that it was so big because it was his, I giggled at him and grabbed his now free hand.
     I dragged him into my apartment and hopped onto the couch. Jeremiah did the same and jumped into the blankets as well. I took up the remote and changed it from regular television to Netflix.
     Cuddling into his side, I asked Miah, "What movie were you thinking of watching?"
     He had only thought for a few moments before saying, "Could we watch the movie Dear, John?"
     "Wait," I started, "That the book you chose at the bookstore?"
     "Yes in fact it was. Good observation skills," he joked.
     Rolling my eyes playfully with a small smile, I clicked on the movie and we began to watch it.
     We laughed at some parts, we awed at others, and we held each other when it got sad. Eventually, I had found myself laying down on the couch. Sleep was tugging at my eyes. Jeremiah's sweatshirt reeked of him and I loved it.
     And all I could manage to think about before I fell asleep, was the way that Miah held me protectively.