Hermosa (Beautiful)

Chapter 5

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*Omar's Point Of View*





I had just gotten out of the shower, and I could hear the television in Ems' room. I remember the day that my parents surprised her with her own room here at my house. I was in on it all along. I helped design her room, and worked with the home designer to get Ems' room just like she would like it.



As usual, Ember tried not to accept the room, but after some serious persuasion she finally agreed, which I was completely stoked about. She spent so much time here it seemed liked she lived here. Her not having a room just seemed... wrong.



We were twelve at the time, which is when she both started going through her ‘womanly’ changes. We NEEDED our own spaces. Though I loved her, my back was starting to feel the effects of constantly sleeping on the wooden floor so she could have my bed. Of course, she would always offer to sleep on the floor instead, but I wouldn’t hear of it.

There were times when we did share my full size bed. Whenever she had been teased cruelly at school, or when she had been put through hell, or she was scared. I used to hug her at night, my hand around her waist, holding her to my chest in an attempt to block out all the hurt.



Luckily (for me) my parents gave Em the room next to mine. I would sneak in sometimes (everytime) to watch her sleep. I know, call me a creeper, a stalker, but I had a good reason. Well, to me, anyway. I only watched her sleep because that was really the only time she looked completely serene, like a calm, peaceful angel. My angel. Her skin always so soft, a beautiful carmel color, her eyes gorgeous hazel with a hint of green. Whenever she wore a green shirt it would bring out the color of her eyes.



She was short, about 5'3". I was 6'3" and still growing. I'm a foot taller but I still can hug her. What I like the most is looking into her soft, mesmerizing eyes. I always see love, kindness, pureness, and a strong girl that takes life as it comes. I admire her for that. She tries to ignore the hard stuff but I know it hurts her. That's why I'm always here for her- because I pay attention to the important things. She’s not perfect. Just a little overweight, enough to make her soft. She’s not all angular corners, bleach and chemicals, like other girls. She’s real.


I love being around my Ember-Esmee. When I don't see her, I have to repeat to myself that I will get to see her beautiful smile in no time. Sometimes I just cannot wait to see her at school the next day, so I Skype her for no reason at all with a fake excuse that I forgot what we had for homework on whatever class I come up with that day. She then proceeds to get me in trouble and threaten to not give it to me, even though I already have it done. From there our conversations move smoothly, with anything I can say that will keep her face on the screen, her voice coming through the speakers, even for a minute more.

 What makes me mad is that since so many people make fun of her because of her weight she is insecure. I do my best to protect her but there are times I'm not there. She never believes me, but it comes from the bottom of my heart when I say she is beautiful.


*Knock Knock*



Em brought me out of my thoughts. I hadn't noticed that the T.V was no longer on in her room. How long had I been thinking to myself?



"Come in, It's open." I yelled. I was still with only a towel around my waist. She opened the door as she stepped in I turned to face her.



"Ready to-" She started. She was completely speechless. Its not like she had never seen me shirtless. We have tons of pictures of us at the beach in Hawaii of her and I hugging, me of course shirtless.



I could see her eyes wandering to all my muscles and when her eyes were at my six pack her mouth fell open. She had this shine in her eyes. She turned on her heels to leave but I sprinted and hugged her. My exposed body against her back. I could feel her shake. Was she nervous?



"You like what you see?" I teased and smirked. Knowing me, she didn't have to look at me to know that I was smirking.



"Why didn't you say you weren't dressed?" She countered.



I leaned towards her ear and whispered.