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azton's p.o.v
And I did.
My world spun, the entire night she's been a tease; wearing that lipstick, laughing her adorable laugh, just being herself was enough to draw me in.
I missed us. Whatever the old "us" was, that is. Nothing was serious but everything was real. Real.
Sheila is real.
She's right here, in my arms, her face in my hands. I didn't care what the parents around me might think, I didn't care about what may be running through the surrounding people's heads.
All I cared about was this over due moment that Sheila and I needed. Deserved if anything. I used to dream about this, kissing her I mean. I was truly and utterly in love but somehow I managed to screw everything up.
I left her behind. I left her and whatever could've been between us, behind.
I pulled away to examine her beautiful face. "Sheila," I breathed, feeling her lipstick on my lips.
She blinked a few times and I felt her heart pounding against her chest. Her mouth opened to speak but I could tell she was overwhelmed as she brought her fingers to her lips.
"That..." I paused.
"That was stupid. I know. I just - I just wanted to. I'm selfish and stupid. Sorry." She tried getting away but I wouldn't let that happen again.
"No! It was everything, Sheila. Everything and anything that I've ever wanted." I smiled. "That I wanted with you."
I bit my lip as she gathered the words in her mind.
Kids shuffled by. Her cloak still covered us completely, in a way it was our privacy blanket. Our bags of candy had spilled all over the sidewalk and slowly been picked away to nothing. I didn't realize how much time we had spent... on the ground.
"Come home with me. I'd rather watch a movie than be on the ground." My eyes widened at her offer and I accepted immediately.
I didn't expect her to, well, say anything remotely close to that.
Sadly I have been used to being asked back to some girl's home, but when it came from Sheila it actually meant something. I know that nothing would happen in that kind of way and I'm glad. I want everything to be amazingly perfect like it always is with her.
Our walk to her house was dream like. Her hand was in mine, her head leaning on my shoulder, and her strides matching mine was all I needed to complete the night.
But the night wasn't complete.
She lead me up her stairs, her heels making loud sounds against the wood.
"Goddamnit." She hissed and threw them aside. "Ignore that." She laughed.
"Ignore what?" I joked even though I knew it wasn't funny.
"Ha ha," She looked back at me and smiled.
I could somehow tell that she wasn't the same person at the beginning of the night as she is now. It was still Sheila but not the second guessing Sheila that didn't trust my attention towards her.
