Daydreaming

What is Love?

I sat on my bed stressed as ever. In old sweats, about to pull my hair out. I can't think straight and everything is riding on my decision.

There's Duncan, the good guy. Parted brown hair, lightest green eyes you could stare into for hours on end. Buying me flowers, kissing my forehead, only showing his love. Caring for me when I'm sick, and devoting his spare time to me. He once made me soup and chocolate chip cookies, because I had the flu. Treating me so sweet, asking my permission before he does anything. Tender with each touch he makes, careful where to lay his fingers. It's irritating at times though. Making me force his hands where I need them, his cheeks tinting a light pink. It's endearing to watch. A Prince Charming to any story. My father really enjoys him. They talk all man, and my dad eats it up. My mother treating him as another son. Always having him for dinner, no funny business though. All parents everywhere dream about him marrying their daughter. He's straight out of their dream. Not a bad bone in his body, but no excitement. He only hates one other person, my bad guy. He feels threatened, and tries to get rid of him every time we both see him. Now he's making me decide which of them I want, because the other won't stay.

Then there is Alex, short for Alexander. Yeah, he's that bad guy. The exact opposite of Duncan, but still caring which I don't know how. He's so typical, wearing his black leather jacket, and his blonde hair in a quiff. The darkest blue eyes, become darker in our heated moments. He asks permission from no one. When he wants to kiss me, he does. When he wants to touch me, he does, no matter what situation. Once he ran into my family, Duncan, and I in public on our way to dinner,deciding he was to join us. This only made Duncan look better. After they brought our appetizer out, Alex slipped his hand on my knee and it only slid higher as the night went on. He played with me under the table, in front of my parents, and Duncan. The three of them oblivious. His fingers worked me up so much, I had to excuse my self to the bathroom, to calm down. My face is flustered, my eyes wide, how couldn't they notice, beats me. During the ride home, I got an ear full from Duncan, and then I got an ear full from my parents once I arrived into my house. They all hate him, which makes me like him much more. When he wants something he goes for it and let's no one stand in his way, I admire that. Make out sessions in school, making me skip classes, taking me to wild parties. I don't blame my parents, but he adds that excitement to my life. He makes me laugh, and cry at the same time. I don't understand him at all. The best thing about him though is he cares about my well being. Keeping a close eye on me, and what I do. It sounds bad, but Duncan doesn't care where I go or what I do as long as I'm not with Alex. I feel safe , and protected when I'm with him. He doesn't smoke, only ever drinks. Even in a drunken state, he doesn't force me to have sex. That's the one thing we haven't done, because he says I'm not ready. He wants me to wait. Another surprising factor about him. Again, he too cares little for Duncan. Constantly calling him a pussy, even in front of my parents. He tries to convince me to leave him, saying he could never protect me, or love me as much as he does.

Each of them making me choose. Either one of them, or neither. That's the million dollar question. Who do I choose? Duncan, the typical nice guy whom my parents are in love with, or Alex, the one I am in love with.

I stand from my bed to get some tea to relax me. I need to calm down. My parents are out of town, on some business trip leaving me alone once again. With a shock, multiple knocks come from my door along with yelling men. I open the door quickly to reveal both of the boys mentioned above.

"Which one is it? You have to decide!!" Duncan says his face red with anger, and body stiff.

Alex let's out a puff of air, exhausted from fighting and in a low voice says "Please decide soon, I haven't got much rest, and I need to know if my world stops turning today, or my life blooms tomorrow."

"Both of you sit, please. Do you want some-" I'm cut off by Duncan's voice. "Damn it! No. No tea. Please just answer. " I shook my head and pointed to the dining room. "Sit. Now."

We all gathered at the table, and I stared both in the eye. Alex's blue orbs held worry and doubt. Duncan's green ones were a dark forest now, they held anger. With each passing second the tension grew. I decided to ask a question. "What is love? Answer me this."

Duncan straightened his back and smirked. "Love is when you care for some one so deeply you are willing to hurt yourself for their well being. Something everyone looks for, some people die for it. A passion held by one for another." He laughed slightly in Alex's face proving his point

Alright.

Alex looked over at Duncan, with disbelief, then turned to me and held my gaze. "Love is dedication. As this guy said, it's willing to hurt your self for the one you love. Love for me, is you. I'll understand your decision if it's not me. I'm a bad person. I don't have a good background, your family hates me, but my love is only for you and is a different kind from the one I give my mom. For you, I love you so much, but I won't make you love me back."

With each answer I take into consideration. I have my decision.

A/n
Sooooo? Which one did you decide? Who do You think she chose? Why? 😘✌️✌️