YOU.

Secrets pt 2

Previously on Secrets:

"Because I really like you Adeline. I like you, and I want to know if there is even the slightest chance that you feel the same way."

And Now part two:

He likes me.

He likes...me.

I like him. I didn't think he liked me back, but...

He likes me.

Wow.

"Adie?"

But why would anyone ever like someone like me? Is he feeling well? Certainly, I just imagined the whole thing.

"Adie?"

No, No. I clearly heard the words  "I really like you". But what does that mean? I clearly have to read between the lines to an extent.

"Adeline! Are you...good?"

I snap out of my thinking spell.

"I'm good. Are you good?"

Squinting my already squinty eyes, I try to analyze his face for any signs of sickness. I touch and rub his forehead.

Hmm, normal temperature.

"Hey, stop that!" He laughs, swatting my hand away, "you're gonna give me acne!"

I stick my tongue out at him, "Since when have you cared about acne anyways. I just want to see if you're feeling well."

"I feel great! Why wouldn't I?"

"Well..."

His forehead wrinkles in concentration, anticipating what I will say.

"You know you just said that you... That you uh... Like me?"

Amused.

 His face screams amusement without a word being said.

"Uh huh", his amusement turns into a smug smirk.

"Aannddd... " I trail off, hoping he's catching my drift.

"And you don't believe that I can have feelies for you?", he taunts.

I cringe at the word "feelies". He knows how much lingo like that can irritate me.

My head droop of uncertainty was all the answer he needed.

"Adeline Nguyen, I give my wannabe-drummer-promise, the highest form of a promise, that I like you. Not only do I like you, but I want to be with you. A lot, if I'm being honest."

"I want that too."

I watch both of his eyes grow bigger and bigger. The blueness drowns me until I look away.

"You do? But I'm so... Ick!" His face wrinkles up as if he's disgusted, but the crinkle of his laughing eyes say different.

My hands cover my hideous laugh, "Joking or not, there is nothing Ick! about you. I don't even know what that means!"

"I'm just so...weird... I didn't know girls like people like me."

He's never been so wrong.

"Maybe there are girls that don't like people like you. But I'm not one of them. Honestly, I don't understand how a girl could NOT like a weirdo like you. You're so authentic. You march to the beat of your own drum, and remain humble as everyone dances to your beat. Your soul is free and caring and loving. Aaannnd you're kind of cute too." I don't even try to hide my blush.

He doesn't reply.

"Jackson?"

"Jackson? Did you hear any of that?"

He nods before crawling closer to me, until we're side by side in my bed. He tangles his fingers into mine before kissing me softly. 

Soft...
That's what the kiss is.

Delicate and light. Airy and innocent.

When our eyes open. We smile. Really big too.

"That was new", Jackson declares. 

I can't help but agree.