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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 24, 2012 23:18:08 GMT -5
The apartment building had remained unchanged since I had left. Same musky smell, same paper thin walls, same tenants. Not much ever changes but it's still home. I made my way over to the stairwell and began ascending them. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I wanted to go to his door. As much as I hate to admit it, I do miss the boy. Especially the way he acts so nervous around me. It's... Amusing to say in the least. I continued to climb the stairs, the weight of the bag on my shoulder seemed to grow heavier by the minute and the stairs seemed to grow more and more.
Once I eventually stood in front of the door, I was at a loss. What do I say or do? It has been a while. Maybe he's found a new girl? Maybe he has lost his interest in me? No, I pushed the thought from my mind and knocked. The sound of footsteps resounded from behind the door and a part of me told me to leave, it's been too long. Another part however, yearned to see him, and oddly, this was the stronger half of me for once.
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Post by Lea on Sept 24, 2012 23:21:50 GMT -5
Lea pulled the door open, blinking at the image before him.
It'd been almost six months, could it be?
"....Aya?" he asked, eyes widening, letting the door swing open, swing free. "...is that you?"
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 24, 2012 23:35:45 GMT -5
I shifted from foot to foot, my nervous habit and bit my lip. I was at a loss as to what to say.
Eventually I nodded. "Yeah, it's me." Gesturing to myself, I shifted once again and looked up. "Can I come in or are you mad at me for being gone longer then I said I would?" I hope that wasn't the case. Admittedly it was two months longer then I said I'd be gone.
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 0:01:28 GMT -5
"N-no. Come on in... my roomie's gone right now, so... it's just us." He stepped aside, leaving the doorway free for her to come in.
"I..." He looked away. "....for a while there.... I was wondering if you were ever planning on coming back..."
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 0:13:33 GMT -5
Guilt found a way into my gut and I took a deep breath. "I know it's been a while, I guess I just got desperate to find what I was looking for." I walked in and sat down on his couch, placing my bag beside me.
"Got you a present though, if that makes up for it?" I know it wouldn't, I've been gone so long. I reached in my bag and pulled out a leather wristband, one that was fairly simple. "I guess I'm trying to say sorry for being gone without saying much." I still wasn't all that good with socializing but I was growing better. Hopefully it'd be good enough to get me through this moment
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 0:21:28 GMT -5
He plopped down beside her, unsure what to say. He took it from her hands, but his own hand lingered on hers, then pushed it down and shook his head.
"I was worried about you," he said, not harshly, but full of an emotion even he wasn't really sure what was. "You.... you don't need to buy me things. To get me to forgive you... I missed you. I thought you'd left forever."
His eyes came to rest on where his hand still covered hers.
"I thoguht you didn't ever want to come back...." He looked up to her face, then back down again. ".....Come back... to me..."
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 0:34:00 GMT -5
I placed the band on the table quietly. "There are plenty of things I want to leave behind Lea, but you aren't one of them." I looked over to the window. "I missed you to but it was really important for me to leave. I was so close to finding her but I hit a dead end. She isn't in the Otherworld though, I know that much. She got out somehow."
I sat quietly and leaned up against him. "Well, she's free and hopefully safe. That's all that matters" I looked to Lea "and I'm back so you can stop worrying."
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 0:48:46 GMT -5
He smiled, hesitantly, then looked up at the ceiling.
"Hey... you remember what you told that guy, just a short time before you left? The one who was acting all macho to me and stuff?"
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 0:59:05 GMT -5
After a brief period of thinking, I began to remember. "What I told Zephyr...?"
It took a few moments for it to hit me just what I said. "Oh... Yeah I remember." I leaned off of Lea. "Um, listen it just sort of slipped out. Sorry."
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 1:02:41 GMT -5
He laughed. "Why're you sorry?" he asked. "I was just... wondering..." A slight blush colored his cheeks. "Well... if I weren't just...y'know. Imagining it or something. If I were remembering right."
He raised an eyebrow. "Didja mean it?" His tone was carefully void of anything but curiosity, but there was something underneath, not quite masked by his equally-carefully blank expression.
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 1:14:38 GMT -5
"Um... Well..." I was at a loss of words. Why was I so nervous? It has become fairly obvious just how much he cares about me but I didn't quite find a way for the words to line up in my mind.
"I do mean it." I looked around the room. Those were possibly some of the most difficult words I could say.
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 1:27:37 GMT -5
His face immediately heated to a deep red and he nervously looked away.
"O-oh..." He laughed nervously. "I... was kinda... h-hoping you'd say that...." He got a little redder, even.
"The truth is..." His fists clenched nervously on his lap, his eyes briefly going up to her ace, then back away again. "I-I... I don't really know how to be one, y'know?" He gave another nervous chuckle. "Sure... I might... well, flirt with girls all the time, but... well, I'm lucky to even get a real date out of a girl... two's a big break and the one time I got a thrid I counted it as a small miracle... turns out she was only dating me to show up her ex who worked at the theater... heh..." He pulled a hand through his hair, another nervous habit. "I'll... I'll try, really!" His eyes suddenly found themselves up and meeting hers again. "I just... seem to make an idiot out of myself whenever I'm around you... I want to impress you and it's the last thing I really do... but you said that and now you say you meant it... so I'll do my best. I never... really had anyone to teach me how...."
And he looked away again, his expression distant, but his hand somehow having managed to find its way into hers during the speech.
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 1:38:25 GMT -5
"Um, I'm kinda new to this myself actually... I've never technically had a boyfriend to be honest. So I don't exactly know much either." I shifted and bit the nail of my thumb. My face must be as red as red as his hair at this rate.
"I'll try to obviously, but I guess be patient if I slip up." A slip up was bound to happen, I do so many in his presence but I guess from what he said, I wasn't alone in that. I felt so awkward then.
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Post by Lea on Sept 25, 2012 1:49:04 GMT -5
"Me too," he said, aware of the shaky note in his voice. "Maybe we should... I dunno, start with the basics...?"
And his shaking hand rose slowly, hesitantly, until it was lightly touching her face.
Is this okay? his eyes seemed to ask, before they closed, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing hers, softly for a moment, then more surely. It was brief, before he pulled away, and his eyes asked the same question, waiting for her approval, worried he was overstepping, moving too fast.
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Post by Aya Brea on Sept 25, 2012 2:19:11 GMT -5
I seemed to lose my breath for a brief moment. I didn't quite know what to say, I have kissed people before but it had all meant nothing. Now was different though, there was a small spark threatening to start a fire inside me.
I pushed the spark down and looked away from Lea for a second, a hint of a smile I couldn't hide suddenly appeared and I couldn't make it fade away. Strange, yet amazing.
I looked back up at Lea. Should I even try to conceal my smile? I caught my breath for a moment and laughed a little, I didn't mean to but it just came out. I was once again, lost for words. I looked up to Lea again and kissed him once more, softly and pulled away. I was certainly no longer nervous but yet still had an unease in me, yet it was a good feeling.
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