"You went to court just so you could say you picked me in the end. You gave me a speech about how you weren't trying to be conceited. You admitted you should have thought about my feelings more. And you want to know all those things you just said." Vic nodded, so I leaned forward before lacing my fingers with his. I just wanted to know what it felt like. "I'm thinking about how sweet that speech was. I'm thinking about you, and how stupid I've been the past few weeks. I'm thinking about how I'm also completely in love with you. I'm thinking about how much I want to hug you again, and how much I want to kiss you. I'm also not afraid to fight you." I answered all his questions quickly before sliding off my chair and onto his. I straddled him playfully.
"This is supposed to be sweet." He remarked.
"It is." I objected, biting down on my lip.
"You're so beautiful." My cheeks flushed. I was trying to decide if I wanted him to kiss me, or if I should do it. "Waiting for something?" I smiled.
"Yes, always." Vic chuckled before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.
My heart jumped at his touch, but nonetheless, I wrapped my arms around him, kissing back immediately. Our lips meshed as they always did; perfectly. His soft was touch, but it told me what he was feeling. I hope mine was telling him too. The kiss got rough mid way. I knew he was trying to be sweet, but I missed his lips so much that it was impossible for me to get enough of him. The taste of his lips drove me crazy as it was. Vic pulled back for a breath, his eyes meeting mine. I missed seeing so much admiration and lust in those brown eyes of his.
"I love you." He said before pecking my lips.
"I love you too." And those very words never held so much meaning.
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Two months went by pretty fast. Vic and I found a small two person house on the outskirts of town. Oli informed a few weeks ago that him and Hannah were in a relationship. That made my day so much better. I know Oli got me in a lot of trouble, but he helped me in many ways as well. He taught me that if he could stay strong, so could I. And he gave me hope in just what I needed.
I rolled over in Vic and I's bed, sighing when I saw it was almost time to get up.
"Vic..." I mumbled when his arm draped over me. "I need to go to work." His eyes opened slightly. Vic's bed head was the cutest thing though.
"No, call in sick." He mumbled, littering kisses down my back.
"That would be lying, but I would much rather lay here with you." Vic let go and sat up with me in unison. I went to the closet and dug up some clothes and got dressed before combing my hair and slipping on some shoes. Vic grabbed my hand and pulled me back before I left the room.
"Bye." He said after kissing me softly. It was one of those lingering kisses that would usually provoke me to stay here just a bit longer, but I knew I had been pushing my luck the past few days. He'd just have to wait.
"Nice try, I'll be back later." Vic smiled. "Bye, love you."
"Love you too." I kissed him one more time before exiting the house. It was cold out, so I took the car. Vic wasn't working today so I don't think he'd mind.
Vic got a job at a guitar center. It wasn't paying much, but it was just a start. We've been talking about college a lot. He's not sure if he wants to go yet, but I think it'd be for the best. That mans love for music and art isn't explainable. It's one of the main reasons I'm so in love with him.
For me? I'm not sure. I'd be okay with waiting for him, but I also wonder if it'd be good for me to go somewhere as well. It'd be a completely new atmosphere, and sometimes I think that'd be a nice thing.
