forty seven

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        Noah and I sit on my couch, Chinese take out boxes empty all over the table. American Horror Story has been playing for the past few hours. My head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around my shoulders. Every now and then i would look up and he would crack that famous smile, i would do the same, a small red blush on my cheeks.

        "I'm glad we worked this shit out" He mumbles, "It sucks i lost my job though"

        "Yeah" I nod, "You didn't have to do that, i'm thankful but it's just so nice"

        "Soph" He says, shushing me, "I did it because i love you"

        "You really are amazing" I say. He licks his lips and leans down, pressing his lips to mine.

        The butterflies in my stomach fly around, making me excited and cup his cheek with my hand.

        "I never get sick of kissing you" He says, I laugh

        "That's good" I say, "Because i never get sick of kissing you either"

        With that, we kiss again. 

        All the worries we both had over the past few days seemed to fade away, all the heart ache and stress just didn't seem to be weighing us down any more. I was madly in love with this man, and i think he was madly in love with me too.

        " I have an idea" I say , " I know you lose your job, so you should sell your place and move in"

        I know it's dumb, but it was one of those things i just sorta said and i can never really take back. My eyes were as wide as his, both of us were surprised by my sudden outburst. Part of me is cursing everything, but the other is excited. I guess it feels right, being with him all the time. Either way i know i should have thought about it, but what is life if you don't take a few chances here and there?

        "Soph" He says, "I don't know"

        "I don't either" I blush, "I didn't really think about it before i said it. I guess it just feels right"

        "If you want to" He says, "I think we could give it a try"

        "really?" I ask, "That's...awesome"

        He smiles, "I think so to"

        

        "You are the stupidest person i have ever met" Lucas says, staring at me blankly. I just raise my hands up in defense. "What happens when you have a fight again?"

        "I realize it's dumb" I huff, "But i said it and i didn't wanna take it back!"

        "Why not?" Lucas yells, "Just say, 'Oh sorry i didn't mean that' It's not hard Sophia"

        "Don't call me that" I snap, "And after i said it, it kinda sounded good to me"

        "So putting yourself in the most awkward situation of your life sounds good" Lucas says, folding his hands to his chest, "okay"

        I groan, "Stop acting like my mom" 

        "stop acting like a  teenager!" He says, "Soph you are going to hurt yourself"

        "What if i don't" I say

        "What if you do"

        "Soph" He groans. He sits back on to his couch, and i stand in front of his tv, my arms crossed.

        "What"

        "I just don't want  you getting hurt"

        "I'm a big girl"

        "Even 'big girls' get hurt sometime" He says, "Why don't i call Tasha-"

        "No" I say, "Your perfect little girlfriend isn't going to help a thing"

        "Stop" He says, standing, "stop this immaturity"

        "No!" I say "you stop"

        He huffs and puts his hands behind his head, walking to the window. I stand there, my head low.

        "You should go" He says not looking at me.

        "ok" I say, "Bye"

        I run back to my car and lock myself inside. Tears make their way down my cheeks as i lean my head in my hands. I need to have Lucas to be on my side, he's my best friend, i need him to help me through this. Having him mad at me is only going to make this ten times worse for me.

        My phone rings and i see Grace's name.

        "Hello?"

        "Soph?"

        "Gracie?" I say, hiccuping.

        "Hey so tomorrow night Thomas and I are having this party thing at his house, he lives on the beach. Do you think you can come around 5?"

        "Sure" I say, sniffing, "Listen Gracie, i gotta go"

        "Alright" she says, "Call me if you need me?"        

        "I will"

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