Lovestruck (EDITING)

11: You Don't Like The Beatles?

The summer night air is cool against my skin, making me thankful for my yoga pants despite my less than fashionable choice of outfit. Staring at the night sky, at the small sprinkling of stars that shine above me, I feel peaceful and much more relaxed.

I wish I could stay out here forever. I wish that the past two days didn't happen and that whatever confusion I've caused inside the house right now was replaced with laughter over old photos and reminiscing. But when have my wishes ever come true? I shake the pointless thoughts from my mind and focus on the sky. It doesn't last long before I feel my mind going back to that place.

Jayden. How could I be so stupid? Of course he looked familiar. Did he recognise me? Did he want to kiss me anyway?

I bring my knees to my chest and let my head rest on them. This is too much.

I feel his presence before he decides to make it known.

"Jayden," I mumble, half to him, half to myself.

"Skye," he sighs and climbs through my small window with ease the way we would as kids, taking a seat next to me on the roof.

I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me.

"I had no idea." He answers my question before I have the chance to ask it.

"You look so different, I just-" He interrupts me before I can go further.

"I know. So do you." I feel his eyes on me but I continue to stare straight ahead.

"What did they say when I left?" Typical me, worrying about what other people think before worrying about my real problems.

"Your mom wanted to come after you, but I said I'd go. I knew you'd be out here. I couldn't risk your mom finding out about this place." I look at him and instantly regret it.

His hair is messy in the neatest way possible and he's wearing black skinny jeans with a plain grey t-shirt and black converse, looking casual yet put together. I think of the skinny kid with the long flippy hair who used to push me in the pool and steal my snacks and this tall, muscular boy sitting next to me with his hair in a messy quiff is almost unrecognisable.

I think he notices my staring because he looks up at me, his dark brown eyes meeting mine, and I see the corners of his mouth begin to turn into a smile. Almost right away, I break eye contact and look straight ahead once again.

"What are you wearing?" He breaks the silence eventually and I can hear the laughter in his voice as he takes in the sight of my outfit.

I look down at my t-shirt and tug at the ends of it playfully.

"You don't like The Beatles?" I raise an eyebrow at him and try to supress my growing smile.

"Everyone likes The Beatles. It's just that last night, you looked so different..." He trails off and when I feel my cheeks flush I'm thankful for the darkness.

"I don't normally put that much effort into my appearance, so don't get used to it," I joke, relaxing slightly and leaning back on my arms as I stare at the sky.

"No, I like this. This is the Skye I remember. You don't need to put in effort to look beautiful." His words make my stomach flutter and my cheeks flush once again.

I look up at him but he's staring down at his hands, picking at his nails, a nervous habit we have in common. He looks so vulnerable, so unguarded. I turn to him and he looks up at me, waiting for my response, but I don't have one.

Instead, I catch him off guard by pressing my lips to his. Shocked, he lifts his hands from his lap, but then places them both on my waist, pulling me closer as his lips begin to work against mine. His breath is sweet as he breathes into my mouth and I feel him smile slightly as he grips my waist harder, his fingers digging into my back. My hands find his hair and he groans softly, my body igniting with heat as he pulls me to him so that I am sitting on his lap. He pushes his tongue into my mouth slightly and I push myself against him as he continues to grab at my waist. We both get lost in this moment until I hear loud footsteps inside the house, coming up the stairs. My mother.

I pull myself from Jayden's strong arms without a second thought and basically dive through the window into my bedroom, climbing into bed and pulling out my phone, pretending to text when my mother opens the door without knocking. She looks me up and down, confused, before smiling sweetly at me.

"Are you okay, love?" She moves over to sit next to me on the bed and I smile back at her.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. I just felt kind of sick, that's all it was," I lie. Her smile transforms into a frown and she looks concerned for me.

"I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly, but I'm okay now," I attempt to reassure her.

"That's okay, just try not to scare me like that again, okay?" She sighs and stands from the bed, walking over to the door.

"I'll try to warn you next time," I force a smile to mask my panic as she eyes the open window.

"Just needed some fresh air, I'll close it when I go to sleep," I say too quickly.

"Okay," her eyes return to me and I feel relieved, "Have you seen Jayden?"

I feel my eyes widen in panic but I do my best to shake the expression from my face before answering.

"Yeah, he came up here. I told him everything was fine though, I think he went to the bathroom," I lie again. She nods before smiling at me again.

"Goodnight, Skye." She leaves the room, closing the door, and I sigh loudly before turning to the open window as Jayden appears on the other side of it.

I walk over to help him climb through and giggle when his shoelace gets caught on the window and he almost falls to the floor. He regains his balance and takes a deep breath before walking past me towards the door.

I frown, almost disappointed to be left alone and turn to close the window. I turn back around and I'm caught off guard when Jayden walks back towards me and crashes his lips into mine once again.

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