i choose u

.Chapter Seven.

.Chapter Seven. 

     Back at Blaine's house, sitting on the comfy white bed spread and staring at the white door of the room. 

          My makeup was smeared, for finally breaking down crying about everything that has happened. 

     It made me feel a little better, thankfully I could hold it in until Blaine dropped me off back at the house. I glanced out the window to the backyard, there was a two seater love swing and a grill, other than that, you could over look the fence out into the neighbors yards. I jumped when my phone rang. Dad was calling me! 

     "Hello?" I answered, with a smile on my face. 

     "Ayame! How was school, honey?" Dad asked. I fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. 

     "It was great," I said heavyhearted. I couldn't cry now, I sucked up my tears and wiped my eyes. "Seriously dad, don't worry, I'm doing just fine." I had to reassure him. He was quiet on the other line, he could always tell what I was feeling. 

     "I'm sorry Ayame, I know this was a big change and you can't go to your other school with your friends," He paused for a long time. "Maybe we can have you move to another house closer to your old school."

     "No!" I blurted out. I covered my mouth quickly. I seemed to have startled him. "I mean, Blaine's great, Dad, he's a really nice guy and I think I want to stay here. I don't want you going through the trouble of having to move me again, I'm fine."

     "Alright, well, if that's what you want. It's nice to know Blaine is taking good care of you," Dad said cheerfully over the phone. I was relieved he didn't think of anything perverted going on between Blaine and I because of that, not that there ever will be anyway. 

     We said our goodbyes and I pressed the end button on the phone. My hand was shaking for some reason. I felt my head with the back of my hand, I was still hot. I put my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes just for a split second, I wanted to think about what was going to happen to me tomrrow at school. My hand gripped my phone tightly as I thought about calling Madison, but thought again since she might just bug me about Blaine. There was no way I was going to talk to her about my feelings. Had to contain them. My thoughts wandered, and before I knew it I was really tired and fell asleep, with my arm and leg hanging off the side of the bed. 

     I woke up to the sound of a hard object hitting against another and it made a loud noise. I was sweaty all over and I could hardly breathe. The room was dark and the moons light lit up only half the side of the room. I kicked off the covers that were placed over me, suffocating me with the heat, my mouth was parched and I wanted to get up and get water but couldn't. I was too much in pain. I guess I was still sick from the day before. My bedroom door opened and a man walked into the room. 

     "Dad. . .?" I muffled. He didn't reply and set something down on the bedside table. After placing the thing down, he sat on the bed next to me and leaned over. No, this wasn't dad. I wanted to scream, but my vocal cords wouldn't budge. I closed my eyes, expecting the worse, but all I felt was a cool touch of a hand to my forehead. 

     "It's okay, I brought you some water if you want," It was Blaine's deep voice. A tear rolled down my cheek as I took the cup of water from his hands and gulped it down. 

     "Thank you," I whispered, after finishing all the water. My throat felt a lot better and I was starting to cool down. He put an ice pack on my forehead and made sure it was in place. 

     "You have a really high temperature, I'm a little worried," He said. "I'm going to call your father and tell him-"

    "No!" I exclaimed. "He'll worry over me, he can't know that I'm sick. He has to focus on his job." More tears rolled down my cheek and I rubbed my eyes. Crap, why was I crying in front of him? I was acting like a baby. Suddenly, hands grabbed my wrists that I was rubbing my eyes with and Blaine pulled me into a hug. "Uh."

     "It's alright, you can cry if you want to. I understand what you're going through, just know I'm always here to talk," Blaine said. My face tightened up and I sobbed on his shirt. I couldn't help it. Part of my brain was telling me to pull away and say sorry, but the other was all messed up and thinking about perverted things. He was quiet, but I appreciated his company.

      Maybe this really wasn't so bad after all, I still have more months to go living with a twenty-one year old guy. Blaine always did things that made my heart pound out of control and I hoped he wouldn't notice it now. When I quieted down, I thought I heard Blaine's heart pounding, but before I could check to make sure that it really was his heart pounding, he pulled me away and messed up my hair by patting my head. 

     "Get some rest, there is some soup here if you want it," He stood up and pointed to the table. I nodded my head, thankful the room was dark and he couldn't see my burning red face. What was I expecting? A kiss? The door closed behind Blaine and I sat there, gripping the sheets of the bed.

     I wanted to know more about Blaine.