"They say I only need to have this thing for a week longer until I can go in and get a brace apparently,"Rocky tells me as she pats her wheelchair.
We are both around my kitchen table, snacking on a bowl of chips and drinking some redbull. It's around five pm and Rocky said that her Mom and Dad said they would have been here by now. Maybe they got caught up in traffic or something.
We both sit in the quiet without saying a word. It's gotten so awkward recently whenever we are together and don't have a topic of discussion. It's as if there is this awkward tension floating above us like a cloud, making the two of us uncomfortable. And it isn't a secret; we both know why.
I never had the courage to give her that letter that I wrote. I never even had the courage to address or acknowledge the issue itself. I was scared, even though I have a suspicion that we both feel the same way.
Part of it just feels... inappropriate right now. We were both almost murdered, and immediately getting into a relationship just feels wrong after what has happened. After what we've been through together, it just feels like it's a desperate way to cope with our situation. And if things don't go well, it could ruin the both of us.
But... we need to at least face the problem. It's eating me alive and making my skin itch. I need to talk to her about it. Now.
"Conan, can we talk?" Rocky asks as I'm about to speak. I hesitate out of surprise, but give her a silent nod. I have a feeling this is about the same thing I wanted to bring up.
"Look... we can't keep pretending what happened... the kiss... never occurred. I can tell it's affecting our relations- friendship negatively. We need to face it."
"I was just about to say the same," I fold my arms on the table and look at her wavering eyes.
She takes a breath. "We kissed. That happened. We can't change the past, but confrontation about it is something we both need to do. We need to be honest..." she bites her lower lip anxiously.
"I was weak and vulnerable and I wasn't thinking straight." Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest.
"But I don't regret it. I have feelings for you, Conan. I'm not going to lie."
The bullet wound replaces itself with the speed of my rapid paced heart. She feels the same way as I do, and I don't know how I should react. She sits awkwardly as thoughts race through my mind. It takes me a full minute to realize she is waiting to hear what I have to say.
"I have feelings so you too," I mumble. "I have for a while, actually..." Her face floods over with relief and her previous anxious posture falls away into a relaxed and composed one.
"Okay..." she mutters. "So we both like eachother..." she stops for a moment to let that sink in before she continues. Her eyes have been drifting from my own, but she finally looks up and both of our eyes meet face to face.
"What do we do now?" She asks, her countenance full of confusion. Before I can answer, I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pull it out and inwardly groan as I click on the notification.
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I put my phone down, feeling extremely ill as I take a gulp and look her in her pair of sad, concerned eyes.
"We wait. We have to."
_ A/N
I wonder if I go to school with any of you... that was a very random thought.
Anyways, Wattpad needs to gather their crap so I will actually be able to publish this chapter with the picture . It's not letting me at the time I write this.
