anika & angus

tender touch

angus's lengthy fingers were pink from the cold air of the morning atmosphere, snow was being predicted for today. that didn't stop him from siting on the rooftop of the apartment building, smoking a lethal weapon that was turning his precious, valuable lungs into dark, crumbled bags of polluted air. he sighs, exhaling the smoke into the air for ongoings down below to sadly suffer. he had an hour to waste before the city bus came by to scoop up their tired and battered souls. another night of him not properly sleeping, he believed his body was so used to waking up during the middle of the night because of yelling or wailing from a baby, that it had become routined into his brain. but, the house was quiet during the night. he was glad, maybe his brain wasn't. 

in thirty minutes, he'd go down to anika's door and wait for her gentle face. 

he smiled softly, thinking about the last two weeks, how they'd relax in her parent's apartment before standing at the bus stop with their hands entwined like smooth vines over an aged house. she'd brew coffee, she had finally mastered the rather quick process. he'd pick up one of the books from the coffee table and begin reading in a hushed whisper, she'd collapse against him, resting her crown against his shoulder and listened sweetly until his phone would vibrate, signaling that they needed to walk fast.

the smoke came to an end and he made his routine route to the shared apartment floor. today, he wore an oversized shirt with a random band plastered to the front, his jeans were ripped at the knee and slightly in the groin, but the shirt covered it. on his white converses showed a small smiley face that was drew by his princess, anika. 

he knocked, 

and waited.

"i- coming!" he could hear her floor creaking against the feet, once the door opened, she stood behind him. in a solid oversized eggshell colored shirt and a pair of socks with rabbits scattered across them. he immediately noticed her bare deep brown legs, he had never seen her legs before. nor, had he seen her without her glasses, or how her fro looked before she fluffed it out with her yellow pick. she appeared raw, untouched and magnificent. 

"i overslept" she mumbles, allowing him inside the apartment that looked less neat than previous days. the living area didn't look as perfect as it did the last morning he was there. why the change?

"are you okay?" he asks as she hugs him sweetly, his warm stained lips pressed against her forehead, "i'm okay"

"hm, just okay? do you want to talk about it love?" the wellness of her character was obvious, her brow hung low as she shrugs her shoulders, plops down on the couch and groans loudly, he chuckles and sits down next to her. angus gently pats her knee before looking into her eyes,

"i yelled at my parent's last night, i think they are about ready to disown me"

"disown you?"

"i kind of went on a whole tangent about how they're both never here, how i'm alone most times. my mom mentioned that she's gotten a call from the school saying that i've missed a few days, so she got mad that i've been skipping. then, i kinda yelled at her" by the time she had finished explaining, a pillow was covering her face out of embarrassment.

she sat at one edge of the couch, he sat down at the other end. her knees faced him with one of her legs across his lap, being rubbed softly as she explained more about the previous night, the pillow slowly moved from her face as the clock ticked away. he watched as her lips moved, his brain sucked in the words like a vacuum cleaner. he slightly froze when she sat up, her face quite close to his. the two had kissed a few times in the past two weeks, more than a few actually. 

warm kisses, tender kisses, awkward kisses, tasteful kisses, kisses where they'd accidentally bump into each other's foreheads and giggle afterwards, kisses where the strong taste of coffee lingered behind. 

"angus?"

"hm?"

"what are you thinking about?" she moves closer, with a soft adorable smile, her brown spaced eyes were almost swallowed by her plump cheeks.

"i'm an intense listener"

she laughs, "i've noticed" she pecks his cheek and stands, heading in a direction he hadn't explored yet. 

"would you like to see my room?" he furrows his thick eyebrows, thinks about the question, then nods, following close behind her. they pass pictures of her with her parents, he had seen them both before. he couldn't remember if he had seen one of them on the elevator, in the hallway or in the front lobby area, he wasn't sure but recognized their faces. they approached an half opened door with stickers covering it, the smell of eucalyptus essential oils blasted from the room with a slight pressure once the door was completely open. 

the room was heavily decorated with posters, pieces of magazines, traditional art possibly made by anika, pages with lots of words, the white plastered wall was barely visible. his eyes spotted numerous paint brushes, a sticker covered laptop, crumbled papers in a trashcan and a familiar journal. the duvet on the bed was the lightest color of lavender, a darker purple blanket was folded at the edge. 

he sat on the bed, facing a different direction as he listened to clothes shuffling, zippers zipping and the floor creaking underneath bare feet. it didn't take long for anika to walk past him, fully clothed, with glasses sitting upon her thick cheeks. 

an overflowing purple sweater overtook her upper body, black and white checker pants that grew tighter at the ankle covered her bottom and shoes that had been painted opposite colors, one white and one black protected her feet from frostbite and a rainbow knitted scarf tucked above her sweater.

as they waited for the bus, he'd sneak kisses against her cheek, watching as they changed tones due to the cold air and his sweet affection.

"you're so cute" she'd whisper, eyes locked ahead of them. he grasped his arms around her shoulders as he chuckling, pulling her in close, he tenderly kissed her lips with a sappy smile that reeked of true attraction.

"you are"