Hermosa (Beautiful)

Chapter 10

Both Em and Omar had passed out on the couch. Em was the first to wake up she was leaning on his side, she wondered if he felt her get up. She walked up stairs to her room and closed the door lightly. She hadn't taken her night shower. She took her clothes from the drawers and walked into her bathroom locking the door behind her.

A dream Em thought to herself. It must all be a dream. She looked at the mirror seeing her reflection. She never liked what she saw. He was so close yet so far. She couldn't say what she felt, how she saw him. It was just so unreal, how could someone like him ever fall for someone like her. He was way (way) out of her league.

He was the quarter back of their high school, she was the fat girl. Typically guys like that go for the cheerleaders or even the pretty skinny girl. But looks weren't everything to Omar- he cared for what was in the inside of people. She was the straight 'A' student with her defect- bring over weight. 320 pounds.

The warm water hit the shower floor, fog. She took her sweaty palm and smeared the the blurry reflection on the bathroom mirror. She hated the way she looked. No guy would look at her like a girl but a fat girl. She went on a slid the shower door open and stepped in. She felt the warm water hit her back and sliding down ending up on the floor.

The shower is one of the places people make decisions or scenarios of what they want to do. This is where many times she would just stand under the water falling all while was caught up in her imagination. One that she really liked was where she confessed her love to him on their trip to Rome. They where about three blocks away from their Hotel. She was wearing dark blue capri pants, with a red-orange shirt that went to her forearm. And to the top of her cleavage. It had two pockets on each side.

There was a pain in her chest. She felt shaky, how was she going to tell Omar how she really felt about him. 'Hey Omar I have always liked you' No. How she was running out of time. They would be meeting up with their parents soon.

"Omar," She finally spewed out after fighting with herself for a whole block.

"What's up?" Omar answered. Patiently waiting for her to continue her train of thought.

She couldn't look up at him. Instead she looked at her red-orange flats. She couldn't keep eye contact with him hardly ever.

"I love you more than just a friend, For as long as I can remember. And no not as a friend or a brother. I love you like a girl loves her boyfriend, even though you aren't." She mumbled though she knew that he heard it all. He stopped his tracks. Omar began to process what Ember-Esmee had just confessed to him. 'She loves me' Omar thought to himself. Ember wanted to run its what she does. She's a runner. She felt Omars gaze on her, what could he be thinking. That they could only be friends. She didn't want to be rejected. Thats why shes a runner. She wasn't fast so she just jogged walked. Omar was busy processing what Em had said. Omar saw that ember was no longer standing where she was but jogging away from him. Now more than ever she had to know how he felt about her. He ran after her bumping in to Italians. He found himself saying "sorry" multiple times per minute.

He saw her stop. She was out of breathe. he ran faster towards he wrapping his muscular arms around her. He couldn't let her go. He knew that she'd keep running. Ember tried to break free from his grasp but the more she faught against him the more he tightend his grasp on her.

"Let me go" she gasped. She felt her lungs constrict. She clawed at him but did no damage because she had no nails.

"Not until you hear me out" His warm breath hitting the side of her neck. She felt goose bumps trail down her back. She could feel his heart beat loud, from running most likely.

"Fine" She gasped in defeat letting her hands fall, showing her surrender. Omar rested his head on her shoulder and they began to walk forward. He had always dreamed of holding her with a meaning than just a friend.