I still remember the 3rd of december, me in your sweater you said it looked better on me than it did you....It was the first day of christmas break and my best friend Clay invited me over to his house. He said he had an early christmas surprise for me. I walked to his house smiling, wondering what the surprise was, kicking pebbles as I went. I reached his house and Clay walked out before I had the chance to knock. He pulled me into a long hug, and I sighed breathing him in, wanting to stay in his arms forever. He excitedly pulled me inside, I said a quick hello to his mom and dad before getting pulled upstairs. The whole house smelled of cinnamon and sugar cookies and just overall warmth. Something that my own household lacked. I followed him into his room and sat down on his bed. He told me to close my eyes so I did, giggling as I did so. I asked him why he was being so eager, and he only shushed me in response. I heard rustling and the opening and closing of his closet door. "Remember that sweater I had? The one with the happy face on it that you really liked?? I thought for so long that I had lost it, but I found it hanging in the back of my closet....and since you liked it so much I thought I'd give it to you!" He said happily before placing it in my hands. I smiled so hard it was sure to make my face sore the next day. "Well??? Put it on put it on!" He said jumping down next to me on the bed. "Okay okay okay close your eyes weirdo." I said laughing. He clasped his hands over his eyes, peeking out behind one of his fingers. I let it slide and pulled off my own coat and my shirt. I put the hoodie on and told him he could look. "Do you like it??" He said taking me in. "I love it you idiot. I can't believe you're actually giving me this." I said grinning. "It looks better on you than it ever did on me." He said softly. "Oh and don't worry, I have more presents to give you on christmas day, but I got so excited when I found that, that I had to give it you immediately." He pulled me in for another hug. "I wasn't worried, but god Clay you don't have to give me anything I mean seriously." I said hugging him back tightly. "I like seeing your face light up when I give you things." He said simply.
Only if you knew, how much I liked you
"I'll be right back! I'm going to go get us some cookies." He said then left the room. I fell back onto his pillows, and pulled the sleeves of the sweater of my hands and placed them across my face. I inhaled deeply and felt my heart race at just how much it smelled like him. I was so in love with him it physically hurt me. I felt like I couldn't breathe when I was away from him, it was like losing my other half. I needed him so much, and he knew it too. He told me once that I made his world so much brighter than he could've ever imagined and I never forgot it. I inhaled the hoodie again; this is what he was wearing the day I met him. I was new to the school and he picked me out of the crowd and invited me to eat lunch with him. He was the only person that spoke to me that day. I fell in love with him slowly everyday after that. He came back into the room without my noticing, me still laying across his pillows smiling deeply to myself, blushing lightly. I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice when he laid down next to me. "You look pretty..especially when you smile like that." He said softly startling me a bit. I opened my eyes to him laying right next to me staring at me. I blushed even deeper and looked down at his lips subconsciously. He took notice and giggled a bit, then leaned in and kissed me. It was electric, like a million volts of lightning running through my body. He pulled away and smiled at me softly. I returned the smile. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, offering the small plate of cookies to me. I took one and we ate between our laughs, both giddy as hell.
but I watch your eyes as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes brighter than a blue sky shes got you mesmerized while i die
We never brought up the kiss again after that day. It was february now and there was a new girl in one of Clays classes. "Do you think I should ask her out on valentines day?" He asked me one day at lunch. I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "Thats a little...cliche..dont you think?" I said trying to mask how upset I was. "Yeah it's cliche but I think it'd be cute. She's so pretty you know, and shy too. I bet she'd appreciate it." As if on cue she looked over and saw Clay, smiling at him. He waved at her and she blushed, waving back softly. Clay sighed, resting his head in his hand, watching her walk off to sit with a group of girls. I stood up, "I uh have to go to the bathroom." I mumbled, Clay didn't even hear me or take notice when I quickly walked off, still staring at the girl. I walked all the way to the bathrooms at the back of the school, knowing no one ever uses them. I walked to the back corner and slid down the wall, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I buried my head in my hands and let myself cry. I stayed there for the rest of the day not bothering to go to the rest of my classes. The bell rang, signaling it was time to go home. I left out the back door and walked quickly home, avoiding Clay. I got home and laid down on my bed staring up at my ceiling. My phone started ringing and I picked up out of reflex. "Hello?" Came Clays voice on the other end "Hey." I said back dryly. "Where'd you disappear to after lunch today?" He asked. "Mum pulled me out early. Sorry. I tried to tell you but you weren't listening." I said snappier than I intended. He was silent for a few moments. "Oh..alright. Well uh I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said quietly. "Yep." I said then hung up. Tossing my phone as far away from me as possible. I felt the tears come up again so I pulled my duvet up over my head and cried myself to sleep.
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Fiksi PenggemarA collection of short stories over dream and george. I respect both of them 100% and if they ever expresses discomfort this would be taken down immediately because I would never want to upset either of them; I just find the ship sweet. There is smut...