Stuck with him

Chapter 17

"CUTE AF!"

Ariel's POV:

"Don't go..."

"Stay." It was like barely a whisper but it echoed in my mind. He wants me to stay? The thoughts were circling around like a tornado in my head. Why does he want me to stay? But why do i want to stay so bad? Before i could process everything and refuse, I don't know why and how, I turned around. It was like my body didn't even give me a chance to think about it for a moment. It just happened. I turned around and faced him. He was still in the same position, sitting on the floor, holding my hand. I looked down at him and then at his hand holding mine, his bruised knuckles, with dried blood on them and sighed. I can't say no. Why is it so hard for me to just leave. Why does my heart turns into a soft cotton candy when it is him.

"If you leave, I'll go back to breaking and smashing things again." He said with furrowed eyebrows attempting to blackmail me. I smiled a little at this.

"You are such a little kid." I said shaking my head. "Fine. I'll stay, on one condition." I said making a serious face. He got up and stared at me. "No. Funny. Business." I said crossing my arms. He chuckled and then made a very innocent looking face.

"What funny business? I don't understand." He said and i rolled my eyes. He is just doing this on purpose. But i am happy to see the change in his mood. The playful Joey is back. Finally.

"Oh you know what i am talking about. Stop acting dumb. I am serious, if you tried anything, I'll leave. Even if its three in the morning." I warned and he smiled and hugged me.

"I am just messing with you." He said squeezing me then looked down at me. "Now get in my bed." He said with a cold, raspy voice. Almost scaring the shit out of me. But then started laughing, seeing the wide eyed expression on my face. Jackass. I hit him playfully and whispered to him.

"Never in your wildest dreams."

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"Is it hurting?" I asked as i applied an ointment on his knuckles and took out the bandage to wrap it around his hand.

"No. A little." He said and I kept shaking my head looking at him. That pretty face of his, is all messed up which is making my heart ache. 'Well, that was a cheesy one.' My inner voice said. But i am serious. It is hurting me seeing him hurt. Why? Um because i care about him. He is my very good friend. 'Trying to hide something else with friendship huh?' I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to get these thoughts out of my head. "What's wrong?" He noticed me and asked.

"Nothing. I am just.....never mind." I looked down again at his hand.

"Tell me." He said and i felt his gaze on me as i kept looking down at his hand.

"Why did you have to fight like this? I want to punch you myself for getting into a fight. Moron. Look at your face." I said glaring at him. Then regretted saying it. What if he says who am i to tell him what to do or not to do. What authority do i have? Am i his girlfriend or what? I shouldn't have said anything. But to my surprise, he didn't object.

"Then do it." He said looking straight at me.

"What?" I said snapping out of the rambling in my head.

"Punch me." He said and chuckled making me mad. I got up and handed him the ointment.

"Apply this on your bloody face too." I said turning around but he grabbed my hand and made me sit again. He handed me the tube and pointed to his eyebrow, motioning for me to do it. I sighed and opened the tube. At this point i am so tired I don't have the energy to argue with him over such little thing. Even if i argue, i am the one who ends up losing so there's no point in tiring myself. While i was applying it above his eyebrow he kept staring at me. We locked eyes for a moment then i looked back at his eyebrow.