The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Sixteen: The Idiocy of Perfection

JAMES POV:

She kissed me like she wanted to do nothing else but kiss me. Maybe that was all she wanted do, it was all I wanted to do.

Taylor would probably never understand how much I loved her. I don't remember me walking up behind her and slipping her into my arms again out by the car.

All I remember is thinking of everything she does and is then reminding myself, 'But I'm not supposed to care, she's gonna date other people who are supposed to care.'

And then looking into her eyes, knowing that would be impossible for me. In fact, I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

Every time she touches me my heart tries to beat it's way out of my chest and, well, when she kisses me like this another reaction occurs somewhere south of the heart...

"I love you." she mummers, her lips coasting across mine.

I pull her closer to me and she sinks into my chest, legs wrapping themselves over my lap.

I don't want her to stop, I want her pressed against me forever. Unfortunately it doesn't last forever.

She pulls away slowly, I lean forward to catch the kiss but our lips break apart. "We should put on shirts." She mummers.

I keep my eyes closed for a second then open them. She's perfect. Her waist curves into mine and her chest is hovering next to mine, I want her closer, not further.

But I nod, she's right. This isn't the time.

She kisses the top of my head and slides off me, leaning to retrieve her shirt. I grab mind from the table and shrug it on.

3 layers between us now. Plus pants. Ok, I can live with that.

She sits next to me and watches America's got Talent like we weren't making out a moment ago. I feel the phantom of her lips on mine and put a hand on her leg.

She leans her head into my neck, it fits so well. I run my hand down to her knee and back up again.

"We're such a weird couple." she laughs.

I pull her closer to me, "I love you."

She looks up at me a bit startled, "I didn't mean that in a bad way." she answers quickly.

I touch her nose and smile, "I know, I just want to say it."

She scrunched up her forehead and gets a little line right between her brow. "Idiot." she smirks.

I bit my lip, she's so cute. I mean really cute.

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Monday is ok I guess. People give me looks but I mostly look to Taylor, wondering wether she's ok.

What's going on?

I text her, biting my lip.

Eliza's loud.

Her text makes me way to angry. Eliza is making fun of her, because she's with me. That's not ok.

Are you ok?

I'm fine, she's just loud.

Do you need me?

I'm fine James, oh Holy hell gotta go, teacher.

I sigh, closing my phone. We're gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok.

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TAYLORS POV.

James takes me out but we end up with strawberry and whip-cream on a couch, I'm laying on him my head in his lap.

He smudges some whip-cream on my nose and I laugh, "You're an idiot."

"I loooovvveee you." he croons.

I wipe my nose and kiss him, "We're gonna make it." I whisper. Monday was, well, kinda awesome. Some people actually said that me and James were cute together and Eliza got dirty looks all day.

"We're gonna make it." he mummers back.

I sit up at lean over him, "We're gonna make it." I say again.

He smiles, holding my leg and pulling me to him, "We're gonna make it."

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Maybe we're forever. Or maybe we're just the infinity between 1 and 0 but either way we're gonna make it. Because one thing is sure.

I've fallen in love with the idiocy of perfection.

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DONE OMG ITS DONE OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.