Bestfriends...?
Part 11
I walked over to
Seth’s house after I got ready. I was running like, five
minutes late, but I didn’t really care. I knocked on the door
and waited for an answer. Seth’s brother, Johnny answered the
door.
“Hey Mia. Looking good, as always.” Johnny said and
then he winked at me. Johnny was a senior at our high school and
has had this crazy theory that one day I’ll realize that
he’s like a god and I’ll want to sleep with him. In his
dreams.
“I’m not in the mood to put up with your crap right now
Johnny. I need to talk to Seth.” I push past him and walk up
the stairs to Seth’s room. I know where it is because
I’ve been there so many times.
The door is open a crack so I knock.
“It’s open.” He yells. I walk into his room and
he’s lying on his back on his bed with a guitar in his hands.
I love his room. He has posters all over his room of his favorite
bands and he has his three guitars out on display in the corner.
The shelves are full of CD’s and distortion pedals for his
guitars.
I go and sit on the edge of his bed, with my back to him.
“So, what are you working on?” I ask, staring on the
ground.
“Uh, just messing around with a riff that Logan wrote.”
He said as he gracefully moved his fingers over the frets on the
guitar.
“Nice.” I replied. Well, this was going
great.
Seth put the guitar back in the stand and moved down to sit next to
me. My body got tense. It seemed like all of the sudden every
little move I make could change the way Seth portrays
me.
“Mia, we really need to talk about last night.” He said
and he put his arm around my waste. I moved his hand
away.
“Seth, I really can’t do this. I’m not capable of
handling the pain that’s going to come after you leave. I
think it’s best if we forget everything that happened last
night.” Tears started to fall down my cheeks.
“Mia, last night is not something I can just forget. I wore
my heart on my sleeve and in case you haven’t noticed,
that’s not something I do very often. I really didn’t
mean to hurt you Mia. You mean the world to me.” He put his
arm around me again and pulled me closer. I laced my fingers
through his.
“Well, I guess the best way to handle this situation is to
let what happens, happen.” I said. I had stopped
crying.
Seth put his lips
close to my ear. “I love you, Mia. With every ounce of my
being.” He whispered.
“I love you, too.” I replied and before I knew it, we
were kissing on his bed. It started off slow, but he deepened his
kisses and he ended up laying on top of me, one of his hands
tangled in my hair, and the other on the side of my stomach. I
don’t know how long this went on for because hours felt like
seconds.
He slowly pulled away, hesitating and laid next to me, our hands
intertwined. He stared into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw what
he saw and felt what he felt. The moment was interrupted though,
when we realized we were going on a date that night, and were going
to be extremely late if we didn’t hurry up and get to his
car.