(OK, so you might remember my other post 'Worlds Best Best Friend' well, the girl in that is also the girl in this!)

I couldn't help myself. I sat down in front of him, shoulders drooped and head lowered in shame, thinking about all the things that I didn't even notice in my life.

The agape my mother showed me, my father's everlasting devotion, the loyalty that my friends gave to me.

All of them asking nothing in return.

My hands were shaking in my lap, lower lip trembling at the thought of how I had missed all these amazing things in my life.

I had built a wall.

But that wall was crumbling down. And all that thick separation between me and the world had been diminished by the one person I thought couldn't stand me.


Yes, him. It sounds corny, but I couldn't help the fact that the boy that hated me as much as I hated him and brought me back down to Earth.

In the process making me fall in love with him.

I could finally admit it.

"Hey," someone said quietly.

I looked up in shock, tears that I had failed to notice flying off my face. It was then that I remembered he was there.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking away from him.

"Don't be," he said back.

I could feel his gaze on my face. It was getting far too uncomfortable, I knew he wasn't that good with people crying.

How I knew that, I wasn't sure.

"What's happened?" he asked, oddly confident considering the situation.

I laughed bitterly. "Nothing,"

He scoffed, "well clearly something has happened, you never cry."

We were going into our routine again.

I looked up, eyes steady on his face ready to decline the argument.

But then I saw his eyes. The softness of them overtook me, making me recoil in surprise.

No! I didn't want this! I wanted us to just be the same, just be on the same level forever, I didn't want anything to come from it!

"I want to fight it," I whispered. "It's been too long to give up now. Don't you see?"

"See what?" he asked, suddenly solemn.

"I don't want to go on lying to myself and everyone around me, but I don't see what else I can do. I don't see how I'm supposed to live after making myself so bloody vulnerable!"

I was beginning to get frantic, my blood was boiling, my heart racing with anxiety. I couldn't stand it, why was I telling him all this?!

"I don't want to be the sort of person who lies, but I don't know what else to be!"

He caught my face with his hands, bringing me back to reality; like usual.

"Listen to me," he whispered, his face ever so close. "I don't want you to fight it."

I bit down on my lip, almost feeling the blood pulsating through it. His cool palms were cupping my ears and cheeks, his fingers in the roots of my hair while his eyes were set on mine.

"I don't want you to lie," he whispered.

Red hot tears glazed over my eyes again, tumbling from them in the most aggravating way possible; right onto his hands.

He chuckled, softly, watching my face carefully as I watched him too.

"You should never have to lie," he said softly, his smile mirroring his words. "Now, be honest to me; what's on your mind?"

"I love you," I breathed, without even thinking.

I gasped, suddenly realising my mistake. "No wait-I didn't mean that, yes, um, well I did, but-"

I was cut off by the feel of his warm lips upon mine.

It was what I had been waiting for, for far too long. He seemed to do everything I wanted, his lips pressing against mine in the most chaste and innocent of ways; it just seemed to be the easiest thing in the world.

I seemed to lose a part of me as he pulled away, apparently more shocked than I was.

"You see," he murmured. "It feels good to be honest, doesn't it?"

The End

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