Blurred Lines (originally started in Songs About Camren)

Latch

A/N: Inspired by one of my playlists ;) 

~You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down

You, you enchant me even when you're not around

If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down

I’m latching on, babe, now I know what I have found

 

I feel we're close enough

Could I lock in your love?

I feel we’re close enough

Could I lock in your love?~

She guided me towards the living room, settling on her couch. Her arms supporting me the entire time, I felt weak, I felt broken…I AM BROKEN.

“Mila,” she brushed my hair some more, cupping my face with her hands, staring directly into my eyes, “what’s going on with you huh?” her tone concerned and I could see it in her eyes too.

IT’S NOW OR NEVER…I’M NEAR THE END.

 

The tears continued to fall from my eyes, “Ally…” she nodded for me to keep going, “I---”

“Babe…is everything oka---” I heard Luke’s voice, both of us turning our attention towards him as he paused, sensing something is going on, I’m sure.

Ally flashed him her sweet smile, “yeah, can you bring us some water babe?”

“Of course,” he simply nodded, Ally gave him a look and he got the hint.

Luke returned shortly, placing a pitcher and two glasses on the coffee table, “thank you,” Ally whispered, I shot him a thankful smile.

Ally poured me a glass of water, handing it to me, the cold was calming as it made it’s way down my throat, almost soothing me as my breathing began to steady; I was trying to pull myself together. Ally looked at me caringly, lovingly, like she always had every time I was in a rut, but I’m sure she’s never seen my like this before.

She grabbed my knee, squeezing it affectionately, “Mila…talk to me,” she nodded, almost like a gesture, letting me know it was safe, she always had a way with that, “what did you need to tell me?” she dipped her head, her full attention on me.

I exhaled slowly, wiping the tears from my eyes, trying to see and think clearly all at the same time, “do you remember when we first met,” a small smile creeping on my face at the memory, “when I offered you my pudding?” she let out a chuckle, playfully roller her eyes.

“How could I forget,” she smiled so sweetly, “I’d been at that horrible private school for a couple of weeks, THAT DAY, I finally felt okay,” her lips pulling to her eyes even more, “you befriended, WHY?” she shrugged her shoulder, “it doesn’t even matter, all I know is THAT DAY, I actually felt like I belonged…so thank you, I guess I’m pretty luck you chose ME to give your pudding to,”she let out a light laugh.