As you say

Chapter 6

The trees flashing by me look dark. Like they knew what the outcome of the night would be. I focus my eyes on the path I knew so well. My heart was being torn at. It didn't matter.

*EARLIER*

"Zaili, darling!" Leah called to me as I aproached her from their gravelly driveway, arms opened wide, Mr Conners just behind her. Leah gets a kiss on each cheek, Austin gets a bearhug, and Blake gets a smile. The usual.

"How you doing, Zai?" Austin beams down at me. Blake most certainly got his father's length, since he was at least a good head taller than me.

"I'm fine, Austin, just a bit tired. I need my beauty sleep, y'know?"

"Oh, honey, if you got any more beauty sleep we would be calling Heaven to return their angel!" Leah states jokingly. She has always been so chirpy. Like... cheerfully positive about living a normal life. I love this about her.

"Zaili, why don't you go with Blake and see his new room? We had it renovated as a surprise while you were gone. Hey, Marcel, can I interest you in a whisky?" Austin says distractedly. He was just like that.

"Come on," Blake says, nodding his head to the stairs. I follow him easily; I have thousands of times before. I jump each step as they come, taking my time as Blake just looks at my from the top, eyebrows raised.

"Can't a girl be in a good mood?" I shrug, defending myself as needed.

"Of course you can, but you just have to come see my room. And then I'll take you to a nightmare."

"Parent's room?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Bad?"

"Way."

It's really amazing, to me, how he just understands me perfectly. It makes me feel as if I have a best friend I can actually tell my secrects to. But I wouldn't dare. Never, even if I had a choice. As Blake stands me in front of his door, he opens it as dramatically as possible, even accompying it with a 'dum-dum-dun', which only made his sound drunk. I just smile past him and look into a whole new room. A week ago Blake had a single bed with Avengers covers, maroon curtains, red room walls, and that was it. Now, it was a Queen-sized bed if you asked me, he had black covers with the milkylane all over it, completely black curtains, misty gray walls... I am so jealous of him.

"Wow," I whispered as I watched, inching deeper into his room. "Wow."

Blake just laughs at me and sits down on his bed until I start teasing him about how he will go evil if he ever got out of the room. I had to had some material.

"So you want to see my parent's?" he asks patiently.

"Why not." I shrug.

We walk down the hall, turn a left a open the Par-room. It was terrible, really. Leah had changed it's theme from Lavender to flames. It looked as if a toddler had teied to draw a bonfire on the wall with their strange, broken little crayons. I just shut the door before it all really sinks in, and turn to Blake.

"Leah will think I thought it was amazing," I say.

"Of course she will, I will tell her you ran straight to the wall and stared at it in admiration."

"I want set that room on fire," I mutter to myself.

"Can we be-" Blake began but was cut of from his suggestion by A Team from Ed Sheeram. I smile, remembering the day I changed his ringtone to it. He never changed it back.

"Yes, you have Blake," he answers. "Oh, hi Stephanie! How are you? Still hanging in there?" Blake questions as eyebrows skyrocketed in my shock. Blake never used to get calls from any girls our age except for me, and I just called him because he was my best friend. My stomach starts twisting and decides to become an acrobat during the conversation, so I just sigh and walk alone back to his room. I would talk to him later. I go back to his room, and lay on top of his bed. BFF's are entitled to do this at least once a week. I notice some silver stars and a golden moon up on the ceiling. Beautiful. This room was amazing in every sense of the word. Soon enough Blake comes back, and sits with his back against the bed down on the floor.

"Good boy!" I say, patting his head.

"Woof." He rolls his eyes at me.

"So what did Stephanie want?" I ask him. No need to be subtle about it.

"She just wanted to know if I wanted to go watch this new horror movie with her."

"And?"

"And I told her she was out of luck, since I do not watch that shit, then mentioned I would be watching Marvel's X-Men : Days of Future Past with you and she couldn't hang up quicker."

"Oh," I said. All I said. Leah then called us down for dinner, and I jumped up. Horrible mistake. My vision head blurry with black spots and I swayed on my feet.

"Woah, head rush," Blake says as he catches me by my waist before I fall. I focused just a second after that, but Blake didn't let go. Instead he moved his other hand to my waist as well. His hands feel perfect there. It is so wrong. But something makes me stay absolutely still. Blake's eyes. They were melting me. I was mush as his green eyes with hazel edges looked at me. There is something about his eyes that makes me freeze. Even as he bend down his head and ever so slightly, oh-so-lightly, puts his lips against my forehead. It was not a kiss, but it was neither not a kiss.

Naturally, by this time my heart felt near exploding, my lungs were halfway empty, and my brain... the moment his lips touched my forehead, my brain just shut up, turned down.

Blakes hands pulled me a microscopic inch closer to him, his fingers lightly on my waist. My heart fluttered. My lungs were now empty. But my head, that was quiet. Where peace excisted.

I memorise the feeling, the moment. It was so real, so unnatural, so... wrong.

I push Blake away and flee down the stairs. He wouldn't follow me. He knows he can't keep up. I run down the stairs and out the door, too fast-yet still quiet enough so the Conners' won't hear anything. I am out the door and down tge driveway in seconds as I sprint for the foresty woods surrounding their house.

I don't hesitate for a nanosecond, I just run full speed into it. I run for a good five minutes before I am dripping with sweat and and stop. I don't worry. Mum and Dad heard me. They'll make the appropriate excuses for me. I could go.

I look down at the dress, decided that it was ripped enough to not matter, then sit down. I barely even needed to focus, since I have been dying to do this since Day Three of the tour. I morph. I transform. It is painless. It is a relieve, a release.

I run through the trees. They are mocking me. My eyes do not stray from my path. My heart was beating, it was alive, but it wasn't living. I didn't control it. It was being controlled.

My heart was being torn at. It didn't matter.