lungs

part 63

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{don't play song}

we sit down at the red blanket and start to eat the chocolates that he got me. that's our thing; eating chocolates and talking about what ever.

he pops one in his mouth. "so what you'd get me?" he asked.

luckily, i remembers to bring it. i put it in a small book so he could carry it around with him. i pull it out of my sweatshirt pocket and hand it to him.

it had a picture of us on the front with the title of "joey mathew birlem and anna marie cross."

he smiled and opened it up to where i wrote. "it's like the story of us."

i nodded, "yeah it is."

he started to flip through the pages of our memories together. "read it." i told him.

he goes back to the first page. "the first day i moved in my mom told me to get help from a neighbor because mathew wasn't helping me so much. even know i didn't want to, i did." he smiled at me and then went back to reading. "i went across the street to meet your sister, sophia, first. then she called your name and you came down the stairs. i was happy that there was at least someone around my age to have friendship with."

"i'm bad a writing so if it doesn't make sense then i'm sorry." i told him with a chuckle.

"no no it's fine." he said before going back to reading. "you helped me carry a box into my room. i remembered you looking around and asking what color i should paint my walls. i just told you a light purple but i havent even painted it 6 months later. i might wanna do that."

"later that day i went for a walk and met jacob. we played basketball and i played lil skies through my phone before i passed out and all. you got my number that day, and that's when i realized that we were friends. and also not knowing you would be future my boyfriend."

he closed the book and smiled at me. "you don't like it?" i asked.

"of course, silly. i love it." he said.

"then why did you close it?" i asked.

"because i have dyslexia." he said while laughing a little.

"bullshit. no you don't,  you just read- ." i said before he cut me off by putting a finger over my mouth.

"i have dyslexia, cross. now come and dance with me." he whispers.

i removed his finger. "i don't know how to dance."

"i'll teach you." he said getting up from the blanket. he put his hand out for me to grab, "come on."

i take his hand and get up from the blanket. "what song is it?"

he pulls out his phone and plays a song.

{obviously, you play the song now. lol}

i look at him and smile. "lil skies? awe joey this song just came out not to long ago." i said.

"of course you would know." he chuckled, "now come dance with me, cross."

i blushed and took his hand. he put his hands on my waist while i wrapped my hands around his neck.

his eyes gloomed within the moon light as we swung back and fourth to the beat of the music.

"you're dancing skills aren't bad for a first time." he said with a smirk.

"yeah because this is easy. it's called slow dancing for a reason." i said while smiling.

he stood there observing my face as we danced. it was silent as we just stared at each other in the eyes. a comfortable silence that you would want to last forever.

"you're so beautiful." he whispered. "i never seen anyone so beautiful in my life, cross."

i blushed but didn't look down, i didn't want to break the connection between our eyes.

i love him so much. he can't be replaced by anyone else, that's how much i freaking love him.

i want to grow old with him. get married, get a house, and have kids.

i know that i'm only 16 and have more life to come, but i want to spend everything last minute with him. and when i'm grey and old, i want him right by my side so he'll be the last thing i see before i go.

i don't want us to end, he means the world to me and it can't go a waste. he loves me too so i know that it wouldn't end. we can't end, we're too in love with each other.

"joey." i look deep into his eyes and see them glisten as he looks into my eyes.

"yes, cross." he says.

"i love you."

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next chapter is going to be a little time gap due to my lack of ideas.