Mentally in love (Remington Leith)

Chapter Fourteen

I awoke to the feeling of someone moving behind me. I opened my eyes to notice my dark surroundings. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in bed with Remi. I smiled before turning over. His eyes were open, he was staring at the ceiling. He looked like he was in deep thought. I smiled and laid my head back on his chest. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arm around my waist. A small smile tugged on his lips.

He made my heart beat pick up. It was almost like I was nervous. He made me feel happy. Just laying here, nothing to stop us from being us.

"I am so thankful for you," He whispered making me look him in the eyes. I smiled at him and took my finger drawing out the words I'm thankful for 'you too' very slowly so he could catch on. He smiled down at me and kissed my head.

"We slept the whole day," he laughed. I nodded my head in agreement, and smiled.

"Want to go explore? I know a good place for the both of us," Remington smiled at me. I nodded my head and sat up, careful not to harm him. He moved out of the bed and moved towards his own. I sat up, and put on some socks on before slipping on my shoes.

I grabbed my notebook, and my feathered pen before looking at Remi. He was standing by the door. His right hand outstretched towards me. I ran off the bed and clasped our hands together. My heart began to race. He began to walk me down the hallway. We walked past the cafeteria and passed the therapy room. 

He opened the door to the music room which made me smile. I did love this room, but he wasn't the first person to show me this place.

"Do you like it?" He asked, his eyes full of hope and happiness. I nodded my head and smiled wider. I closed the door behind me. It was still a relaxing room. I loved it.

"You can do whatever you want, I'm going to sing a little if that's okay with you?" Remington bit his lip. I smiled and nodded my head before opening my notebook. I grabbed my pen, and began to outline the music room.

"Hello. My friend. I'm gonna be here till the end of the universe, if I can. I wanna fly! Up in the sky, sky, sky," Remington smirked from behind the microphone shooting me a wink. I winked back, a crimson color began to take over my cheeks.
I looked back at my page, watching as the feather danced across the page. It was like a dancer up on a solid white stage. The dancer was bringing to life a whole scene with just the swish of her hand. It was like magic unfolding before  my eyes. The dancer lifted her finger and a gothic vampire appeared. She waved her arm up and down before making a mic appear. The next thing was the drum set, and a small pirate boy who sat at this drum set. The next one to appear was a guitar along with a black haired gentleman. He wore some kind of black striped suit.

A chair appeared as the dancer leaped across the stage. In this chair appeared a girl. She had her legs thrown over the arm of the chair and a sketch book sitting in her lap. The sketch book was open to a blank page. Her hair acted as a blanket, for it covered the back of the chair.

A cocky smile was placed on the guitar playing gentleman. A wink appeared on the gothic vampire. And a small grin was etched onto the pirate. All of them together formed a band. The dancer disappeared as did the music that was once filling my mind.

I looked up as Remington stopped playing.

"What did you think??" He asked.

I gave him a thumbs up and a small smile.

"You were so invested in your drawing. Did you know that a small part of your tongue sticks out on the side of your mouth when you're so focused on something?" Remington asked, wide eyed.

I smiled again, a blush creeping up to my cheeks.

"You're cute when you blush," Remi smiled at me before winking. I blushed even more and shook my head.

"Don't disagree. It's my opinion, my truth," he scooted closer causing my cheeks to burn. I looked down. My heart getting caught in my throat. I've never felt this way around anyone, This is a whole new level of nervousness.

"Don't look away, I want to admire your beauty. I've never seen anything like it. No one could ever compare to your beauty, Ma Cherie," He reached his hand down to mine, intertwining them before bringing my hand up to his, kissing it gently.

If I spoke, I would be a stuttering fool. I smiled and placed my free hand out like the rock N roll sign, but instead, left my thumb sticking outward. This was how you said "I Love You" in sign language.

"What does that mean?" He questioned.

I winked at him before turning around and walking towards the entrance. I blew him a kiss and with that, I was out of the room leaving the man of my dreams inside of the music room, flustered and confused,