Failing to Deny

CHAPTER FOUR

Hey!

I dont think i even put an authors note in last time...

So things are starting to get...ever so slightly more intense!

And theres more to come!

Enjoy this chapter, and peace out my fellows

Em xxx

 

CHAPTER FOUR- JAMES' POV

I unlocked my bike with shaking fingers, missing the warmth of Franklin’s arms around me. I really tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. I had shut off every thought I had had about Elise for almost 6 years, and it just suddenly came pouring out in one go. The world around me was still blurred with tears. I was thankful that everyone was still in lessons, I would hate for people to see me like this. I rarely expressed much emotions and Franklin had just seen me cry…a lot. I trusted him not to tell anyone but I was still kind of embarrassed.

“You ready to go?” Franklin asked quietly. I really appreciated him coming over, I hated staying home alone, and right now I would probably just cry myself to sleep if it wasn’t for him. I nodded, not quite trusting my voice yet, and got onto my bike.

We cycled out where the gate had been broken, and rode back to my house quickly. The cold wind felt nice on my face, blowing away the tears that lingered on my cheeks and distracting me from thoughts of Elise. By the time we slowed down and turned into my road, I felt much better than before. Still not normal or good, but better.

I opened the door and went inside, gesturing for Franklin to follow me. He looked kind of awkward. I would if I was him, in fact he dealt pretty well with the fact that he found me hiding behind the school crying.

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked him, not really knowing what to say. He had been holding me like a baby about 10 minutes ago.

“I don’t mind, we could work on our chemistry project?” He asked, looking relieved when I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, we didn’t do much yesterday” I said, chuckling as I remembered our whipped cream war. He chuckled too, looking much more at ease now I was acting normalish.

I walked up the stairs, feeling pretty drained from earlier, with Franklin following close behind me. I opened my cupboard and got out the stuff we needed, glancing at my pillow where the picture was hiding. I closed my eyes briefly, making absolutely sure I wouldn’t start crying again.

“I’m going to pour us some lemonade or something downstairs, you’ll be okay here right?” Franklin asked, taking the half of the textbooks out of my arms to take with him.

“Yeah, do you wanna go in the basement again?” I asked, pushing away thoughts of the picture.

“Yeah, your living room is so clean! I can hardly sit down without worrying I’m going to ruin it!” Franklin laughed. I laughed too, but it sounded way too forced. He turned around at the door, looking at me with concern.

“I’ll be right down” I assured him, quickly picking up the rest of our textbooks and stationery and leaving the room without another thought. I didn’t trust myself to be alone.

We sat in the basement for about 2 hours and worked on our chemistry, occasionally laughing about something one of our friends had done recently or pointing to a picture and saying “that’s you!”. Soon my hand ached for writing and drawing diagrams and chemistry was making my brain hurt.