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Chapter 7

The worst part was that I could still taste it, every breath forcing me to remember the rush I felt. The contentity of my whole being.

All I knew was I needed it again

I was staying with Caleb tonight. My mom didn't care, her new boyfriend was with her. So Caleb and I were in his house, in his room. Memories of the party were still fresh in my head. "There's no way your going to sleep tonight, " he whispers in my ear. I smiled because I didn't know what to say. My heart was still beating fast and I felt like I was in a haze. Being content was the only option.

"So have you seen your new house?", I asked just to ask. He shook his head. "No I'm spending all the time I can with you. I still mean it, I'm gonna visit you everyday." He talked and kissed my neck as he spoke. Every touch felt like a feather. Sleep was out of the question. My stomach and my head, I could have swore, were floating. But it felt good. I touched Caleb's face.

I noticed the bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep. They were 4 shades darker than mine. Now that I thought about it, Caleb has been up for 3 nights now. I've been up for 2. And he was right. I felt so energized. I decided I needed to do something. I felt so creative. "Caleb. Let's draw," I said. He laughed and just looked at me, not saying anything slightly relative to my suggestion. He said I looked cute but I wanted to draw. "Caleb," I said. I tried to make my face a little more serious and it ended up making me look funny because Caleb bursted out laughing. "Okay,okay. There's a notebook on that shelf," he said finally. I got up and searched for the notebook. After a couple minutes of scanning the shelf, I saw it. I grabbed it and began drawing whatever came to mind. Meanwhile Caleb was searching for music on his phone, slightly frustrated.

I looked at him as he grunted. "Where is it??," he asked himself. He looked through his phone, scrolling furiously. "Oh there it is". He finally played some trap music. Caked Up was playing quietly as I drew.

I ended up drawing a tree with the branches turning into birds at the ends. I had no idea what it mean and it looked like a 6 year old scribbled half artistically across notebook paper. But I liked it. I stopped drawing when Caleb rolled on me and started kissing my back. Suddenly a thought came to my head. "When is your dad coming back?", I asked him. "I don't care," he said. I sighed. Did that mean I shouldn't worry about it? Whatever. I turned over and Caleb smiled at me. His nose touched mine and his blue eyes were so close. His smile brightened the room. I touched his cheek and he looked away. "This song remind me of you," he said. By now, an Aerosmith song played. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. "He took the words out of my mouth. I should have wrote this for you. Yeah that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take the lyrics and make a new song for you," he laughed half jokingly. He was so cute. I pulled his body towards me and entangled my fingers in his hair. I pulled the blankets up a bit because my toes where cold. We were laying in the floor with a couple blankets because all the big furniture like Calebs bed was gone. I had forgotten that Caleb was leaving the day after tomorrow. I held him tighter and pushed away the pencil and paper, leaving us the only two things in the 'bed'. "Caleb, tell me something you haven't told me." He looked at me and smiled again. Actually, he hasn't taken his eyes off me. "You know everything about me baby. Honestly I can't think of something I haven't mentioned to you," he said softly. I pursed my lip. "Alright..".

Caleb looked tired as hell. Though I'm not sure how he could be. I still felt my heart pumping. I felt concentrated. Like I could do anything. I inhaled deeply, taking in this new feeling yet again. "Are you tired?," I asked him. He shook his head. "Fuck no". I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. "I'm happy I get to wake up, because I'm waking up to the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And for once I'll be excited to open my eyes," he whispered. His voice was like the rain. Dripping into the silence of the dark room. I had no words to match his. I didn't want to hear my voice. I let that be the last thing I heard. I kissed him because of my lack of words. And his lips were sweeter than ever. As I pulled away he put his hand on the back of my neck, to keep me from moving. Laughing, he said ," Your lips are like nicotine. I'll never get enough." As he spoke his lips brushed mine and sent chills down my body. I kept kissing him and I kissed his neck, his cheek. I was overwhelmed with how much I loved him. In that moment, I died and lived a thousand times over again.