Chapter Ten
KENNEDY'S Point of view
I didn't see him the next day.
I just wasted away in my room, then it began.
Monday was the lovely dozen red roses that were placed beautifully on my doorstep which my mother brought in once she came home.Tuesday was throwing pebbles at my window which reminded me of the Romeo and Juliet play, He was pleading for me to talk to him.
Wednesday was the silent sitting at my doorstep, he didn't beg, he was just there not uttering a single word, just sitting there for hours.
Then there was today, Thursday... Heading downstairs to watch my mother fix the garden since it was her day off and Thursdays were gardening day
What I didn't expect was to HIM there laughing and talking alongside my mother while helping her plant and cleaning the weeds from the ground.
"Oh Kennedy dear, why didn't you ever introduce me to your friend here?"
Roman looked up at me once my mom acknowledged me.
His eyes showed so much guilt, so much regret.
Shifting my gaze to my shoes I finally answered "Not sure mom.." I paused before looking up to my mom, completely ignoring Roman.
"But don't let me distract you, I just came to watch like I usually do." I continued not wanting all the attention while sitting down on our porch swing.
Why is he here?
And with my mom at that. Roman doesn't seem like the gardening type to me...
"Roman dear did you know when kennedy was younger he would literally eat a whole spoon filled of cinnamon as if it was nothing! He was such a silly boy." Roman's lips twitched into a smile while he listened to my mother tell stories about me.
I just sat there staring at them speak for about an hour wondering how peculiar the scene was in front of me.
We haven't spoken to each other all week which broke me a little yet here he is planting and pulling weeds with my mother in my backyard!
How did a little space result in him talking with my mother as if nothing happened?
"I'm going to go make some lemonade and snacks for us, be right back." My mom stated to us while wiping her hands on her pants before heading inside.
Roman stood up walking towards me, sitting down in the porch swing next to me.
"Why are you here?" I asked, getting straight to the point, I could hear him sigh heavily
"Because I miss you."
"Well you should've thought of that before you go kissing other people!"
I couldn't believe him!
"Kennedy please.." He pleaded only then did I look up to see the mysterious eyes I met the first day of school and the mysterious eyes that I could never decipher the emotions that they held but in this moment... They held despair and guilt within them causing me to question if they were even the same pair I learned to love.
"You hurt me." I whispered softly
"I know I did."
I stare into his eyes, putting every feeling I've felt in the last couple of days
"YOU hurt me."
He tried to reach over and hold my hand only for me to pull back "I know I hurt you but I promise on everything good in life I would never do it again. I also understand that it would take some time for me to regain your trust again because of what I did and I don't blame you whatsoever. Just please don't leave me. Ever since you've walked and made your way into my life, I don't ever want to spend a second away from you. I knew from the moment we saw each other, you were mine. I'm not sure I'll last another minute without hearing your laugh or seeing your infectious smile, heck just being here like this with you is enough for me so please don't leave me."
I could hear the honesty and sincerity in his voice which scared me.
He poured his heart out on a page for me and who am I to deny it.
Every word, every memory, every moment crossed my mind as I thought back to the first time I saw him.
Deep down I know what I choose because being in this position thinking back to what if's and how my life would have turned out if he wasn't in it.
I found myself feeling frantic about him not being in my life, his words reflected my own feeling if I couldn't see or spend quiet moments with him anymore.With the little time we've had together made such an impact that I couldn't even imagine my life without him.
Life didn't seem possible to be completed without him in it.
Why do I feel dread at the thought of him leaving when he hurt me so badly?
I could live my life without him the same as I did before I met him.
But when I lifted my gaze up to meet his all doubt left my mind and suddenly my decision and answer was clear to me... I couldn't live life without him either.
"I won't leave. I'm not going anywhere." I whisper with complete certainty.
Without thinking I leap into his arms for the first time in what felt like months, hugging him tightly breathing in his scent.
He hugged with the same amount of need and comfort, we sat there hugging for a few seconds enjoying and craving each other's comfort we've been deprived of the past few days.Leaning forward, my hands held his face gently as our lips met softly, the kiss was nothing rough, urgent, or rushed... sweet is what I would've described it.
The feeling of his rough lips against mine.
This felt right.
Sighing with relief into the kiss, I pull away momentarily peering back up at Roman before laying my forehead against his.
My eyes flutter closed to enjoy the moment for a bit.Pulling away just in time for my mother to come with refreshments and cinnamon cookies
"I brought the snacks and drinks boys." She announced, setting them on the table in front of us.
"Thank you mom!"
"Thank you ma'am."We all ended up laughing and chatting until the sun went down.
"Goodnight Roman." My voice was muffled by his shirt while I hugged him tightly not wanting to let go
"Goodnight bunny, but I can't go home if you're holding me for dear life."
I whine "Why can't you just stay over?" I ask exaggeratedly.
He chuckled, kissing my forehead "I'll see you tomorrow." He reasoned.
I groaned knowing he was right. "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight Roman.
"Goodnight bunny."
Sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer
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A Touch Of Cinnamon
RomanceKennedy Johnson, is just a bubbly, shy Seventeen year old with an abnormal addiction to cinnamon. Kennedy's childhood was a happy regular childhood with two loving parents who accepted him for who he was but when he recently had to move schools due...