I stood in his empty room, panting a little. I heard the thud of my heart that usually came with an arguement, or a performance on stage. I glanced at his remarkably tidy room, then turned to persue him. I was not gonna give up that easily. I found him easily enough; he was having having a very loud rant at Felix and Seth. I leaned against the door frame to the living room, arms folded. I had a an expression on my face that was a cross between amused and annoyed. He finally turned when he realised I was there, and walked away. I persued him again.
A step behind him, I started badgering him. "Hey, if you have something to say, say it to my face, don't have a bitch at Felix and Seth; they haven't done anything wrong!" Luckily, the house was large so we had a lot of 'walking time'. He turned to me.
"For God's sake, would you stop being so Goddamn annoying!"
"Only if you stop being so moody and secretive! Oh, I almost forgot; stop being such a total dick!" I spat, my chest heaving with the force of my lungs gasping for air. He looked at me with a strange expression, then laughed. It was a beautiful sound, the tone just right and the clarity pure. I was blown away for a second, completely amazed... until I realised that he was laughing at me. My face reddened with embarrassment and fury. "Don't laugh at me. Why are you laughing at me?" I managed to produce. He slowly stopped and looked at my face, really into my eyes and spoke.
"I can't believe you just called me a dick." He said simply. I looked at him, puzzled. He laughed again. "Alright. It's a deal. Stop annoying me, and I'll stop being a dick. Okay?" I glared at him.
"The only reason I was annoying you was because of how you were acting." We had both subconsciously moved closer together and I realised at the moment. I could feel the movement of his chest, the vibration of his heart. I could feel his cool breath on my face and smell him. He smelt like he looked; Heart stoppingly beautiful. I took this moment to really study him. His almost-black, straight hair, skin the colour of milky coffee and, finally, his smouldering chocolate eyes. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't stop. All I could think about was his devastatingly good looks.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. He smiled down at me, and I knew that our days of bickering and avoidance were over.
A few days later, I was sitting on the sofa, reading a book and munching on a bowl of Cheerios. I hadn't realise that Garrett was in the room until I felt the sofa move as he sat beside me. I looked up, shock etched on my face.
"20." He said to me. I blinked a couple of times.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"You wanted to know how old I am. I'm 20." He said simply, smiling so his whole face lit up. He then turned away and switched on the television, leaving me staring at his face, totally bewildered.
God, he was weird.
God, he was sexy.