Against society [AMBW]

18.Feelings

This song is my SONGGG!!! Swipe to hear it 🤪

W3~ Monday

My eyes are immediately captivated by the blossom flowers dotted evenly within green plant vines. A white metal human sized bird cage stands out throughout the whole garden. In a separate corner a rustic glass house is engulfed in yellow daisies and green shrub vines. The grass glows in the early afternoon sunlight with flowers of every type patched out in an ordered layout.

"This is awesome." He gives me a small smile.

His eyes portray a story of happiness and hope, never taking an eye off the garden.

"Toffee?" I wave my hand in his face slightly reaching up to his face on my tip toes.

"Uh-Huh, sprinkles." He beams still looking around the garden.

This time it's my turn to bring him back to reality. I grab his face with my right hand so that it's looking down at my own. The same face he had on whilst staring at the garden is still displayed on his face. Adrian is someone who's normally serious or mischievous. When he's happy, it's almost as rare as getting 100% in a physics exam... meaning you have to work hard to make it happen.

"Why did you bring me here to talk?" I bite my lip nervously, in case he has a sad story behind it... I'm too awkward when trying to comfort people- I can do it, I'm just "socially awkward".

"It's been my favourite place since I moved in here. Whenever I feel like running away- I come here." He shoves both his hands in his pocket.

"It's cute." I grab onto his blazer and pull him into a hug. My eyes wander up to his face as my lip curves into a small smile. I pull his hand and drag him over to the swinging bench.

The bench has a rustic dark brown and light brown tint to it which actually plays out to the aesthetic of this place. Surprisingly as I sit down it's not as rock hard as it looks; despite the fact that no pillows are present, it's actually quite comfortable to sit on.

Adrian sits himself next to me placing a comforting arm around my shoulder, drawing me into his arm and out of his distasteful world.

"So you kissed me?" I ask almost as if I'm unsure it ever happened.

His head turns to my face whilst he strokes the back of my slick hair where gel waves have already long ago formed. When I tell you the feeling is good... it's freaking immaculate.

"That I did do." He smirks.

"Why?" He doesn't reply but looks away from my face, so I continue.

"I mean, why now? I thought you didn't like me earlier today."

"Because I'm weak." He says simply with a dark forest forming within the pupil of the eye.

"You're like the least weak person I know. You're always so... emotionless." I shrug.

"Exactly, that's who I'm supposed to be. Not someone with actual feelings."

"And what's wrong with feelings?" I rub his arm eventually latching my hand into his own.

"I either get hurt or I hurt somebody else." His face remains forward but his eyes want to divert.

"Well I know I'm not going to hurt you. So it's up to whether or not you hurt me." I give him a weak smile whilst bringing his face align to mine with my index finger and thumb.

"I-I'm..." he stops.

"Take your time. Don't force your words."

"Viola, it's hard for me to be around you. In fact I hate it." I slowly pull back from him a little. My eyebrow raises and my bottom lip meet my teeth once again, I rub my forehead confused with his words. However, I hesitantly go back into him, to let him speak.