Senses

Chapter 3

???? Pov

I smiled leaning against a tree as I watched her car dissapear in the distance. Boy did I give her a scare. I know I shouldn't be wasting time on a mission but I can't help it. I've got to have a little fun on the job, it can get so dull. Besides I now have her liscense plate number which is a little more data for my stick-in-the mud boss. It's not like I was completely useless. I chuckled remembering the pathetic look of complete horror and shock on her face. I'll complete my mission soon enough, I just wanted to play with her a little bit. I have all weekend after all...

Drake Pov

I was so nervous. Me and Harper have been friends for forever. Yet for the last couple of weeks I've felt completely different about her. When I think of my childhood I think of her and her parents. My parents were never really around, so I spent most of my time at Harper's house. It was huge, and her parents were some of the nicest people I ever had the privelage to know. It's hard to believe all that's gone now. After the incident Harper went through a rough patch and isolated herself from almost everybody including me. For months the only person I saw her talk to or smile at was her younger brother James. She eventually opened up again. It just took a little time. Everything was pretty much back to normal for us again at school. Of course from time to time I can tell she thinks about them because she'll get real quiet and stare off for a while. We haven't hung out outside of school since the fire, but that's changing today.
I finally brought up the courage to ask if I could come over using the lamest excuse, and trying to be nonchalant about it. And surprisingly she said yes pretty quickly. As I looked into her dark eyes, I couldn't suppress my urge to touch and comfort her in some way. I felt my cheeks turn red just thinking about the hug. Remembering her small frame pressed against me, the smell of lavander, and the warmth of the sun. Such a perfect moment. I couldn't deny my feelings for her any longer. I loved Harper and I had to do something about it. Maybe tonight I'll tell her. Was my last thought before I was there
pulling into her driveway.

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Well... here we are. I thought as me and Harper were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. We had studied for about an hour like this, and my brain was fried. Now we were just watching some old western movie that came on TV. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her. She was resting her head on the armrest, her feet about a foot away from me. She was wearing leggings and a t-shirt. She looked so content and peaceful it was adorable. She looked up at me just for a moment and I looked at my hands. When the movie was over it was about 7:00.

"Well I'm pooped," she said stretching and heading towards her room. "I'm gonna go ahead and put on some pajama pants."

"Ok." I said. I go around the room looking at some old pictures. Baby Triston smiling in a bath tub, Harper as a toddler with red popsicle all over her face, and James looking about a year old sucking on his thumb wearing a way to big baseball cap. Then suddenly I heard a thud and a yelp from the other room. I ran down the hallway and swung open the bedroom door to find Harper picking up what looked like a big clay figure off the ground. She turned to me and smiled at me embarrassed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, I've got to find a better place for this." She rolled it around in her hands a few times before setting it back down on her dresser. It resembled wavy looking a pancake with the letter H sloppily carved into it. She must of saw me eyeing it. "James made it for me at school a couple years ago..." She said smiling and sitting down on her bed.

I plopped down next to her. "It's cute. He's lucky to have someone care about him as much as you do." She smiled almost sadly and looked down at her hands. I have to comfort her in some way...

Harper Pov.

When I looked at him he was giving me a look I haven't seen before. It gave me chills the way he was studying my face. "Well.. uhh we should probably get back to studying unless you think you've got it now..."

He blinked as if coming out of deep thought "Yeah your right, sorry...I uhh.. actually wanted to talk to you about something real quick..."

My heart began racing at what it could be "What's up?" I said flopping on the bed and trying to sound as nonchalant as I could.

Looking pretty nervous he scooted closer to me on the bed so we were sitting side by side on the bed, our thighs almost touching. "We've been freinds for so long now and recently I can't help but feel something different..."

"Like...?" I said now with excited persistence.

"I... think I like you... as more than a friend..." He looked nervous. And instead of avoiding my eyes he stared right at me as if trying to read the slightest change in my expression. I had no words, all I could do was stare at his soft looking lips and think of the little electric shocks coming from where our knees were making slight contact.

Finally I managed a smile, use this opportunity...just tell him. "I feel the same way," I couldn't help but smile and gasp as I said it looking at our feet hanging of the edge of the bed. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted of my chest and suddenly it was like I could breath easier. Next thing I know my face is in Drake's hands and he somehow gently yet swiftly pulls my face onto his. It was different than I had ever imagined, our lips melted together like they were specifically molded for each other. I didn't have much time to think a about it though before Triston swung my door open with an unhappy expression...

*Sorry I've been gone so long, well here it is..*