I Was Broken, Until I Met You (Completed)

¤ Chapter 5 ¤

"Is it safe to come in?"

"It's safe, for you."

"Ohhh, I feel special."

"Course you are." I pecked Kevin on the lips and hugged him. I was currently in a bad mood---always am---I invited Michael to come visit me in my hotel room, he insisted and I had no choice but to agree. He is a very persuasive young man, plus I figured I needed to stop avoiding him.

It's been a whole full month since I stayed in the hotel, and Michael needed to know where I was before he calls the police and had my ass arrested, his words not mine.

I also kinda invited Kevin too, anyway but not that I had to invite him because he always just show up without an invite but I loved it. Actually there's not a single day since we met that he didn't show up on my doorstep. So I gave him my spare key. He always says my room smells good, so instead of sharing a dorm with his roommate who his feet reek like a cow's piss--Kevin's words, not mine--he spends it at my hotel room. Whether I'm there or not. Sometimes even sleepover.

Bonus.

_We'd make-out a lot, he cooks for me and even takes my clothes to laundry. He pretty much does a lot for me and I appreciate it and him for taking care of me. I always help out sometimes, but not much because most times he doesn't want me to. He always says doing chores keeps him busy. So I just let him be.

Which reminds me, I have never been to his dorm. Or his house. Not that I'm worried or complaining about that. Like he said, his parents are going through divorce right now I guess it's not good timing.

"Bunny?"

"Huh?"

"Your brother's here." I blinked for a couple of seconds, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

I needed to stop zoning out.

Two blue eyes beamed at me, and their owner made his way to me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I inhaled his perfume---lavender---and hugged him back.

Kevin gave us some privacy and I thanked him for that.

Tears welled in my eyes and I let them fall freely on my face. Sobbing and sniffling like a baby on Mike's arms. I haven't realised how much I missed him, how much I missed his laugh, his smile, the way he frowns whenever he doesn't understand something. The way he would always jump up and down when he's excited. The way he always bounces whenever he's anxious about something. I missed my brother more so than I realized.

"I missed you." I breathed heavily, wiping my face with my loose hand.

"I missed you too, June."

"I'm sorry I kinda of ran away when you needed me the most, it's just th--"

"It's Ok, June."

I nodded.

"I thought you gave me the wrong room number when I got here, who's that?" Mike asked after we pulled apart, gesturing to Kevin with his head. Kevin was absentmindedly filling the plates with some food.

"Oh Kevin...." he whipped around when he heard me call his name and made his way to us.

"Kevin..... this is my brother Mike, Mike this is Kevin, m---"

"Friend," Kevin cut my sentence before I could finish. I cast a look at him and he just shrugged.

"....future boyfriend." I finished.

We are not dating, yet. Our relationship was very complicated. We make-out, cuddle, sometimes go out, but none of us had the courage to take a step forward, to actually date each other. The word boyfriend is at the tip of our brains and lips but we just don't wanna label our relationship. We sometimes hold hands, perk each other and whisper sweet little nothing's to each other when we are in crowds. But that's about it, no label.

It's complicated.

Kevin's eyes widened, and he blushed. God I should do that more often.

Mike smiled softly and hugged Kevin.

"Nice to meet you, Kevin."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Bunny huh?"Mike gave me a look.

"Shut up."

After that we ate, watched movies together and Kev and Mike played some games. I watched them as they play, constantly kissing Kevin on the cheek when he wins--which was the whole time--his reaction though, had me fall for him harder than I already am. He would squirm shyly, and try to playfully shove me off him. And always mumbled 'stop distracting me' with his beautiful husky voice. I swear to God, he would make most girls--and boys--swoon over him if he auditions for voice-overs. He is very gifted. His voice, body, God even the brains. He is studying mechanical engineering, and he's also a computer geek.

He told me he played basketball when he was in high school, but had to stop playing due to a shoulder injury. He quit the sport and focused on drawing instead, another one of his talents. I told you he's gifted.

"I should get going, it's getting late." Mike announced, glancing at his wrist watch.

They'd stopped playing games hours ago. We were currently watching Apocalypto, God knows I hate that movie. Actually I hate movies that shows lot of blood. Or blood in general.

Cringe.

Kevin was enjoying my suffering, every time I squirmed uncomfortably next to him, he would snake a hand on my shoulder and force me to hide my head on the crook of his neck.

Mike teased me almost half of the movie. And I would gently punch his shoulder repeatedly. Causing him to pout.

When I was younger, our parents asked Mike and I, what we would love to be when we grew up. I'd said I wanted to be a fashion designer--which by the way made my parents go crazy and started yelling at god knows who, that no child of theirs would be a fashion designer, as long as they still breathing. I was terrified for weeks, they wanted me to be a doctor. I loved my parents, still do, but I thought that was their mission to get me killed or maybe get someone killed. 

1. I'm terrified of blood, even my own.
2. I'm clumsy as fuck. Think about it, a lot of things could go wrong there. I could accidentally drop something in someone else's stomach while doing an operation, only to realise it later after we'd stitched them up. Holy moly, I hate thinking like that. But that's what could happen.
3. I hate seeing blood.
4. I wouldn't know what to do if someone actually faints near me. Sure I would scream for help, but that's about it.
5. My friend died in my hands and believe me I still have nightmares about that incident. Then, I'd screamed on top of my lungs for help and when somebody did come, it was already too late. I didn't know what to do. At least now I know I should've done CPR on her, but I didn't. Coz I didn't know, I wish I knew. Anyway me being a doctor put a lot of people at risk. And me telling my parents that I wanted to be a fashion designer was supposed to come out as a joke, but it backfired, pretty nasty.

"Something on your mind?" my train of thoughts were interrupted by Kevin sitting on the sofa next to me. Mike was long gone.

"Yeah."

"About what?"

"A lot of things." I eyed him carefully and he was biting his bottom lip. That actually turns me on. He doesn't even realise it.

"Stop giving bedroom eyes."

"I'm not giving you bedr---"

"You do,"

"Do not."

"What are you, 10?"

"Actually I'm e--"

"I know, dump ass."

"Hey!!" I warned him, taking a step closer. "Do not call me that."

"What you gonna do about it?" I smirked, taking another step.

"You know what I'm gonna do?"

"No?" I brushed my thump on his cheek and kissed his cheek. Trailing hot open mouth kisses along his jaw and brushed my lips against his. Just when he opened his mouth waiting for our lips to meet, I pulled away and said "No kissing for a week."

"Fucking teaser."