lungs

part 21

(i'm so sorry its so long. i didn't know it would be so long, dawg)

knock knock

i already knew who it was at my window. i get up from my bed and go to my window. it's the same joey birlem holding a box of chocolates with a red rose.

"how hot was the taco meat?" he asked as he held onto a branch from the tree.

"very hot." i said.

"i bet chocolate would help cool your young down." he said as he held out the chocolate box. "can i come in?"

i playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand, helping him into my room.

"where do you even get the chocolate and rose?" i asked as he put down the rose next to the other two.

"i have a rose garden." he said, smirking.

"really?" i asked as i took the box of chocolates.

"no. silly." he laughed, "i'm not that crazy about you."

crazy about you

it's time, i need to ask him what we are. i sit down on the bed next him.

"can i ask you a question?" i asked as my heart started to pick up a paste.

"sure." he said.

i could feel my heart going 1 million miles and as my plams get sweaty each second. "um." it's like my heart is about to come out of my chest.

"what are we?" i asked.

he arched a eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

i scoffed, "come on, friends don't kiss."

"yeah and?" he asked.

i stood up, " but we do, so are we a thing or what?"

he stands up and faces me. "i don't know." he whispers.

"well i need an answer joey. for this past month you've been giving me signs that i don't even know what they are."

he clenched his jaw, "i don't know okay?" he said.

"i need a answer jo-" he cut me off by smashing his lips against mine, cupping the sides of my face.

"god, i love this." he whispers in the kiss, making me smile.

he pushes me on the bed lightly and hovers over me, making our kiss in sync.

he kisses my neck, giving me that same feeling like last the time we made out.

his hand comes from my neck and goes onto my collar bone, as me meets my sweet spot.

"don't stop." i whispered.

i feel his hand go somewhere where i don't want anyone touching.

"stop!" i said pushing his hand away.

he pulls back quick and looks at me worriedly as his eyes widened. "i'm so sorry. i-"

i cut him off, "no, you're fine." i said. i pulled down the neck line of my shirt and show him a little bit of the scar. "it's my scar from when they had to take out my other lung." just saying that, makes me cringe from head to toe.

his eyes stare at my scar. i've never shown anyone my scar besides mom and dad or mckenna. i never really showed kyle because our relationship was that kind of relationship.

he traced his thumb over my scar, "that's so cool." he whispered.

i frown, "what?" i said letting go of my shirt so he won't see me scar. "it's ugly, how can you call it cool?"

the scar starts 7 inches above my belly button, goes between my breasts, and stops where my chest starts. it's sad to know that i memorized that line from what my doctor, mr. berklin, said.

"no it's unique, it's different. "he said, almost whispering again, "i like it.

it makes me feel weird how he's trying make me feel good by lying and saying that my scar is "unique" it's hideous.

"no joey it's-"

he cut me off and stops me from saying anything else. "no, now you listen to me, cross." he said, "people get tattoos to symbolize that the stuff they been through but you,"

he takes my hand and squeezes it, "but you," he smiles soft while rubbing his thumb on my knuckles, "but you, anna, you have this." he said pointing at my chest with his other hand, referring to my scar.

i smile from ear to ear as i feel my face flush with red. he wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on the crook of my neck.

"and you are beautiful, cross." he whispers in my ear, and with me having chills going down my spine.

i hear a phone ring. i thought it was mine at first but who would be calling me anyways? joey pulls out of the hug and reached in his back pocket.

he slides his screen and puts the phone up to his ear.

"hello?" he looked at me and gave me another one of his soft smiles, "i'm almost home, it was a long line....i don't know like five minutes....okay....yep....bye love you too."

he looks at me and sighs, getting up from the bed. "i gotta go." he said.

i smirked, "did you lie to your mom to come over here? how cute birlem."

he shook his head, "actually i didn't cross." he says "i told her i walked to the dollar tree downtown to get candy for myself. but instead i got the rose and the box of chocolates and cake back to your window."

"how many girls have you done that for?" i asked, joking around.

he went pale but then he smirked a little, "who said i do this for other girls."

i playfully roll my eyes, "and your mom doesn't even care?" i asked.

"no even one bit." i love how he made an extra sound on the 't' in "bit"

"she cares when you'll be home though." i said.

he gasped and palmed his forehead. "i got to go." he groans.

"exactly." i laughed.

he headed over to the window and opened it as he got out and got onto the tree.

as he gets down to the ground he solutes to me, "good night, cross." he says

i solute back to him, "good night, birlem." i said, saluting back.

as i was about to close my window he stops from walking and says something. "oh yeah and cross?" he said.

i smiled and arched my eyebrow, "yes birlem?"

"we're something okay?" he said.

i nod, "okay." i whispered.

he walked away and i closed my window. i take the three fake roses that joey has given to me since i moved here and hold them tight in my hands as i plopped down in the bed.

i look up at the ceiling and smile.

something

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comment your thoughts. what do you think what's wrong with jacob? i know what's wrong but i'm just not gonna spoil it.