You're beautiful.

-Sixteen-

Logging onto Skype, I already see that familiar username pop up, creating a rush of adrenaline as it finally kicks in that I'm about to do this. Hovering over the call button, an image of him pops up in my head, morning bed head and sleepy blue eyes, perfection. Taking the leap of faith, I press the button, there is a chance that he's not going to pick up and I'll just be left, but he wouldn't do that, unless he was really uncomfortable and then I'd understand, just as long as I could keep taking to him. He's become my oxygen in the few weeks we've been talking and I have a feeling I'd go mad without that sarcastic bundle of utter beauty. After 4 to 5 rings, he picks up and I'm in awe, he's gorgeous and adorable at the same time, cuddled into a clearly over sized jumper, lying down on what seems to be the floor.
"Adam! Hey!" That was awful. He's going to end the call now. He's so quiet, meaning when he does speak, I almost miss it, especially since the audio and sound are slightly out of sync. It's barely a whisper and his voice cracks at the end, adding a completely new level to his 'this boy is too pure for this world' chart. I can tell he's nervous and I want to bring out the sarcasm that I love so much, so I attempt to lighten the mood.
"It's ok Adam, remember it's just like we're talking over messages, just we have to actually speak."
Oh that makes it a thousand times better. Thanks for that." He retorts. There it is, the thing that keeps me going.
"There's the Adam I know and love!"
He blushes at that and oh my god before long, he's going to be off that chart, into space and clearly into the next galaxy, as that one small action made my heart melt into a puddle.
"Don't say that, please, I'm going to blush and I can't hide it because this is real time and I can't take five thousand pictures before choosing one which doesn't look awful to send to you. I'm stuck." In my mind he always looks gorgeous, what is he talking about, he's the most perfect human being ever?
"You know what I'm about to say. No matter what angle or lighting you have you'll still be beautiful to me." I need to make that boy realise how amazing he is "No matter if you've just woken up and have severe bed head or you've been outside in the wind and it's messed up your hair, you'll still be beautiful to me. You'll always be beautiful to me, Adam and I hope you always remember that." I hope that worked. He looks up and I swear I see faint tear marks running down his face.
"Awww baby don't cry. That face is too cute for tears. I haven't made you sad have I? We can end the call if you want?" I really don't want to end the call, it's the best thing that's happened to me in weeks, after meeting Adam of course, and I don't want it to ever end. I want to be able to see him every hour of every day and I want to be able to hold him when he's feeling down and then laugh with him when he's feeling happy. I want to share every emotion with this boy, even the pain, because I want to be able to take some of the pain off him, just to make his life easier. I'd do anything for this boy, and I want to make sure he knows it.
"No. We don't have to do that, I want to spend as much time as possible taking to you. If that's alright with you of course?" He doesn't want to end it! I'm so happy, why does he have to be so far away? I want to go and lie on that floor with him, and I want to see what his favourite places in Birmingham are. I want to learn all about him.
"Alright? It's more than alright! I'm happy that you want to spend time with me." I can't believe this, it's too perfect to be real.

A/N
That's it! The Skype chapters are over, back to normal "texting" now for a while. I have an exciting idea though that will be hopefully put into words soon.

Connor xx