Preath Oneshots

Friends

*Tobins POV*

She said that we were just friends, but the more I catch her looking at me the less I think that that's the case. We didn't really know each other to be honest, the only reason we ever really interacted was because she sent me friend request online. I accepted it because she genuinely looked interesting and she shared a lot of funny things. It didn't stop there though. She sent me a message not long after I accepted the friend request, we've been chatting for a while now. Most days it starts when we wake up and doesn't stop until one of us is asleep.

I'd caught feelings a week ago now give or take a few days. I'd been messaging her everyday for over two months, until about three days ago. Something's happened and now she's different. She didn't smile at me in the hallways, she didn't message me unless I messaged her first, she wasn't coming by my lecture rooms when I finished anymore. I missed her, I'd grown attached and all of a sudden she was gone. 

I had seen her briefly this morning when I left my room, she turned and almost jogged the other direction. I was getting to me, I knew what it was that caused it, but I was irritated at the thought. I mentioned recently that I liked women, she was confused for a little while but caught on after, she took it as me confessing that I liked her. I did like her, but I hadn't planned on actually tell her yet, or possibly ever.

We had a lengthy conversation about the whole debacle and she'd actually said that she wasn't mad or weird about it, obviously that wasn't true. I'd seen her hanging around a couple of guys at the last party we went to, I know she didn't have water in her cup but she had said she wouldn't drink. I didn't see her for days after that, in fact the first time I had seen her since was this morning. 

It didn't matter, I had class to go to anyway. I made my way down the winding hallways, the pictures on the wall were looking at me, oddly so. I felt like I was being watched despite being the only person in the halls. Like magic when I arrived at the entrance to the lecture room a familiar figure was standing up against the doorframe. Her tall and lean sporty frame was recognisable from miles away. I liked the way her eyes seemed to talk to me, like the paintings on the walls. "Come with me," she demanded. God what now, I had the most intense feelings for this woman but she drives me crazy. One minute she's talking to me and the next she's ignoring me.

"I have class now though..." I sighed, turning to walk into the room. She reached out her arm to stop me from leaving, her expression was almost desperate. I took a deep breath, "Okay I get it."

She turned and began to walk out towards the oval. I wish she'd use her words, but that was unlikely given the fact she was barely talking to me, let alone an actual conversation. I can't believe her, ignoring me for days, picking up dudes in front of me, and now taking me away from class, this better be good.

She reached the oval and began to climb the bleachers, hitting the last row and shuffling into the middle seats, she patted the seat next to her as an invitation to sit. "I'm sorry, for everything," she finally breathed out, her words quiet, as if she wasn't sure if she should say them or not. 

"I- okay," I responded, rubbing my temples to relieve some of the stress tension I had building up.

She wiggled a little uncomfortably in her seat before starting on another monologue about how confusing things were, then she said it, "I did take those boys home, from the party. But, I realised during the whole thing that I didn't want to be there with them. I wanted to be with you,"

"Christen I don't even know what to say, if I open up to you, you'll just throw it back in my face again. I can't be vulnerable around you, you don't understand what you do to me," I retorted, despite my anger I couldn't help but imagine what her naked figure looked like, was she even more beautiful when she was completely bare? 

I could tell that I had hit a nerve, but she'd been doing it to me for a week now. She looked down at her feet, the dusty concrete underneath them. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for my outburst, but I had been wanting to say it for days. 

I finally looked over at her, she looked sad, like she wasn't completely there. Her shoulders slumped forward in her oversized sweatshirt, creating an excess pool of fabric around her neckline. I felt my heart skip a beat, had I done this to her? Made her so, unhappy? I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

We sat in silence for a little while longer, a group of pigeons flew in to join our silent pity party. The silence was getting more and more awkward, I couldn't stop myself from speaking this time "I'm sorry, that was too much." One of our new feathered friends cooed in response, taking away the tension for the minute. 

"It wasn't too much. I hurt you, I know," She replied, sliding back into the seat so she could relax her posture. Her shirt tightened back to a normal shape again, the fabric clung to her shoulders and drooped loosely into her lap.

I looked at her for a little while, her eyes glimmered in the dipping sun, a soft orange glow radiated off of her face. God this was dramatic, "Let's just go back to before, we can put this past us," I shrugged, it was getting darker and I didn't feel like sitting out in the dark at a college oval.

"I don't want to put this past us, I brought you here because I can't put this past me. I think I'm catching feelings for you," she sighed, pausing her words before continuing "Look, Tobin, when I think about what it is that I want, it's always you. It doesn't matter how many people I bring home, or how many nights I go and drink myself to sleep, when I wake up the next morning I roll over and look for you," I could see under her eyes begin to puff a little, was she...crying?

"Hey it's okay," I whispered, placing a hand on her thigh to comfort her.

She looked down at my hand then back up at me, I could see the words beginning to form in hr brain, "You just don't get it, I think about your lips on mine, I think about waking up naked next to you, sometimes I just think about you and your stupid smile."

"What do you mean I don't get it? It's all I think about with you," I don't get it, she knows this.

"I know I know I'm sorry," Her eyes lifted from her lap for one of the few times tonight, our eyes met and she began to speak again, "I'm going to do something so stupid."

I couldn't question her because before I knew it she had leant over the small gap between us and placed her lips against mine. My initial shock stopped me from reacting, but as soon as she began to pull away my body reacted. I reached up to hold her face in one hand, then leant forward to kiss her again. She continued, standing up and sitting in my lap, placing her knees down on the concrete either side of my thighs- thank god for concrete tiers instead of seats.

I snaked my arms around her waist, holding on - scared that she would leave again. Contrary to this belief she didn't stop, rather she held my face in both her hands and leant back down again. When she finally kissed me again she was breathless, her forehead came to rest against mine, our noses touching as our lips parted again.

I let her breathe for a few seconds before I kissed her again, this time she let her bottom lip slid in between mine. I bit down softly so she'd open her mouth a little, I felt her smile a little, a little grin. Wow this girl was incredible, I have never felt so speechless, so in awe.