My Lover's Doppleganger

Chapter 12

It was 2 a.m, the room was dark, the whole house was quiet...except for the laughter coming from my room.

Aaron and I were sitting on the bed, laughing our asses off.

"He...He asked you out and then made out with...with another g-girl?" Aaron said inbetween laughters.

I, myself was cracking up even though he was basically making fun of me. But it was fun, not mean or anything. And it actually lit up the mood.

"Hey stop making fun of me!" I said as I playfully punched his shoulder.

Now that I remember that day where Tyler basically tore my heart out my chest and stomped on it, it doesn't feel as bad. The only thing I feel towards him now is dissapointement. At some point, I really thought he was different, but sometimes people are exactly what they seem to be. No need for analyzing them or making excuses for them. Assholes are assholes, and I deserved better.

He stopped laughing for a while as he stared at me with a smile still placed on his face. There was a strange look on his eyes and it only made me wanna be closer to him.

"Well it's his loss, you know? He's a fucking idiot for wasting someone like you." he said, as his eyes lowered to look at my lips for a second before staring back into my eyes.

I looked down, fingers fidgeting, not knowing what to do or say. I could still feel his eyes on me and it was making me extremely nervous.

I sighed before looking back at him.

"It's getting kind of late and I have school tomorrow. Maybe we need to head to bed." I said.

But deep down, it was just an excuse to run away from my feelings again, I didn't wanna admit what I feel for him because I didn't wanna get hurt. And so if I did? What kind of future could we ever have?

He sighed softly, but he didn't move nor did he mutter a single word as I could still feel his eyes digging holes into face.

"Why do you always do this?" He suddenly asked.

"Huh?" I questioned in confusion, as my head lifted up to look at him.

A serious look was placed on his face, I felt as if his eyes were staring deeply into my soul. And it amazes me how nervous I still get around him. All it takes is one look from him to make my whole world spin around. And it scared me. It scared me how much I felt for him in so little time.

"Everytime I tell you something like this, everytime we get intimate in a way, you always find a way to change the subject or run away from me." he said after a long silence that probably only lasted about five seconds, but somehow felt longer.

"No I-I don't...I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered not knowing what to say, while my eyes shifted anywhere in the room just to avoid his beautiful eyes.

He shifted closer to me, his hands moved on top of my shaking ones as he gripped them tightly. A strange feeling of comfort washed over me, as I felt his warm hands hold my cold ones, as if, in a way, he was telling me that it was okay to feel the way I feel, and that I wasn't the only one.

My eyes finally looked up to meet his, the light coming from his bright eyes could lit up a whole damn night sky. And just like a black hole, they were pulling me closer and closer to him.

I don't know how or when, but I could no longer feel his warmth on my hands, they were cold and lonely again, but that feeling was soon gone as his hands reached up to cup my face and bring me closer to him.

His lips pressed against mine in a soft, yet passionate kiss. My eyes widen as a gasp escaped my lips, and it takes me a moment to realize what's happening before I close my eyes and relax into the kiss. I wanted to pull away and stop myself from falling deeper and harder for him but I could no longer think straight. In few seconds that felt like a lifetime, the breath was knocked out of my lungs, my heart stopped beating, and the warmth was back again.

Our lips parted, but remained inches away from each other, his forehead rested on mine as he gazed into my eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered causing me to smile shyly.

I could feel his warm breath against my cheek and I was already missing the feeling of his lips against mine, It's like trying a drug for the first time and getting addicted right away. The taste of his lips were my drug, and he was my supplier. And I was so fucking addicted.