Boyfriends

Damaged

“Are you ready?” Zayn asked, walking towards Amber, who was sitting on her bed.

 “Yes,” Amber smiled. Zayn’s smile seemed to fill the room when it was empty. Zayn sat on the bed, beside Amber. Amber looked at Zayn, and into his loving eyes. Zayn stared back. Amber’s eyes watered and tears fell down her cheeks. Zayn wiped the tear away with his thumb, but his hand stayed on Amber’s face. Amber was frozen in her place. Zayn removed his hand from her face and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up onto her feet.

 “Zayn,” Amber was afraid to continue. Zayn let go of Amber’s hand and turned around.

 “You know, Amber, it’s really hard to talk to you now. I really like you. I just wanted to kiss you, but you’re already dating someone.” Zayn said, sadly. Amber just stood there, staring at him. Zayn turned back around to face Amber. “You know what, I don’t care. I’m better than them. I can prove it.” Within seconds, Zayn’s lips were on Amber’s. Amber’s eyes closed. Her hand touched his face gently, but he grabbed her hand and held it tight. Amber pulled away from him. “Just stay with me a little while.” He begged.

 “Zayn,” Amber’s eyes opened. She was in her bed, under the covers. She looked around the room. No sign of Zayn. She threw the covers off of her and got up. Amber touched her lips. “It was just a dream,” Amber said.

Amber walked to her closet picking out a white dress. Attached to it was a brown belt that made a small bow in the front. Amber brushed her hair and grabbed her white-laced boots. She put them on and grabbed her phone. She stuffed it into the little pocket the dress supplied. She walked out of her room and downstairs. She went into the kitchen. She saw her mom sitting at the counter table, drinking coffee. Amber opened the fridge and took out a container of orange juice. She poured herself a glass and put the juice away.

“Guess who called.” Amber’s mother asked Amber.

“Who?” Amber asked, drinking the orange juice.

“Your father. He said you called, crying. Is there something wrong?” Amber’s mother asked.

“I was just upset at the time. I’m fine now.” Amber answered, giving her mother a reassuring smile.

“Amber, if there is something wrong you know you can tell me.” Amber’s mother said.

“I know mom. Love you, got to go!” Amber gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the house. Amber took steps away from the door and saw Drew. Drew looked at her. Amber walked to him, slowly. “Drew, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. I just ended up here.” Drew answered.

“Well, we can go for a walk. I promise not to run away this time.” Amber smiled. Drew nodded his head. They started walking. “Is something wrong? You seem… different.” Amber asked him.

“No just thinking.” Drew replied.

“About?” Amber asked, curious. Drew smiled.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” Drew laughed.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Amber pushed him.

“So, you don’t hate me anymore?” Drew asked, his laughter stopping when he asked the question. He stopped walking, as well.

“I never hated you, Drew.” Amber replied.

“Sure seemed like it. I mean, sure, I said some things that shouldn’t have been said, but now you’re hanging out with me. Did I do something right?” Drew asked. They both started walking again.

“You weren’t doing anything wrong. It was just me, but don’t give your hopes up. I said I would give you a chance, doesn’t mean we’ll always hang out.” Amber joked.