I PROMISE I LOVE YOU; CHAPTER
FIFTEEN:
"Are you sure this is alright with you, Melody?" I asked, "I really am sorry about all of this. We'll hang out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow at school, bye!" She smiled and waved as she slipped inside her house. I could tell she pasted on her comfortable facade that let the world know she was hurting, but she wanted to be left alone. I can't believe I let him ruin my friendship with Melody before it even started. I waved back to her, sorry to see her go.
"Home?" John seemed annoyed that Drake was once again in the back seat of his jeep. We all knew he hated him, and now, I can honestly see why.
"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled under my breath, too upset to say anything else. When we got home, Drake insisted we take a walk so he can explain everything. We reminisce in no other spot than where "we" started; at the park. As we strolled there in silence, he tried to recreate our first walk there. He slid his hand down my arm and went for my hand. This time around, I pulled away before I let him intertwine his fingers with mine. I put my hands in my pockets and walked farther away from him.
When we got there, I sat down on the swings and momentarily lost Drake. Before I got to turn around I felt his hands on my back and they gently pushed me. I started to grin. "Stop." I whispered as I heard him laugh. "Stop." A little louder. He must not have heard me because he still continued pushing me on the swing. "Stop." I raise my voice and leaped off of the swing; my feet firmly planted in the ground as I tried to be her. The girl without Drake. The better side of Lily Phern.
"What?" He questioned me. "We were just having a little fun." He started to come to me. With every step he took towards me, I took one step back from him. This was one game of his I did not intend on losing. He seemed offended by my actions. "I just got back, Babe. What are you acting like this for?"
Honestly, I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth and no words came out. I wanted to tell him that I hated him and I wanted him to leave. I wanted him to know that I was doing fine without him and that his absence made me stronger. But I couldn't find the words. I knew that all the things I could've told him would've just lead me back in his arms anyway. I was ready to turn away from him and never look back. When I heard him call my name I increased my speed. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but what would that do for me? He called again.
I spun around to face him and my skin brushed his. His forehead rested on the bridge of my nose as I stared into his eyes. They screamed for me to trust him, but my heart pulled me away from him. "Please, Lily." His crisp, mint breath smacked me in the face. "Let me love you again."
Once again, I opened my mouth and nothing spilled out. Drake took it upon himself to fill the silent air with a kiss. It had to be one of the most genuine moments we've ever had. And I think I loved it.
"Are you sure this is alright with you, Melody?" I asked, "I really am sorry about all of this. We'll hang out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow at school, bye!" She smiled and waved as she slipped inside her house. I could tell she pasted on her comfortable facade that let the world know she was hurting, but she wanted to be left alone. I can't believe I let him ruin my friendship with Melody before it even started. I waved back to her, sorry to see her go.
"Home?" John seemed annoyed that Drake was once again in the back seat of his jeep. We all knew he hated him, and now, I can honestly see why.
"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled under my breath, too upset to say anything else. When we got home, Drake insisted we take a walk so he can explain everything. We reminisce in no other spot than where "we" started; at the park. As we strolled there in silence, he tried to recreate our first walk there. He slid his hand down my arm and went for my hand. This time around, I pulled away before I let him intertwine his fingers with mine. I put my hands in my pockets and walked farther away from him.
When we got there, I sat down on the swings and momentarily lost Drake. Before I got to turn around I felt his hands on my back and they gently pushed me. I started to grin. "Stop." I whispered as I heard him laugh. "Stop." A little louder. He must not have heard me because he still continued pushing me on the swing. "Stop." I raise my voice and leaped off of the swing; my feet firmly planted in the ground as I tried to be her. The girl without Drake. The better side of Lily Phern.
"What?" He questioned me. "We were just having a little fun." He started to come to me. With every step he took towards me, I took one step back from him. This was one game of his I did not intend on losing. He seemed offended by my actions. "I just got back, Babe. What are you acting like this for?"
Honestly, I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth and no words came out. I wanted to tell him that I hated him and I wanted him to leave. I wanted him to know that I was doing fine without him and that his absence made me stronger. But I couldn't find the words. I knew that all the things I could've told him would've just lead me back in his arms anyway. I was ready to turn away from him and never look back. When I heard him call my name I increased my speed. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but what would that do for me? He called again.
I spun around to face him and my skin brushed his. His forehead rested on the bridge of my nose as I stared into his eyes. They screamed for me to trust him, but my heart pulled me away from him. "Please, Lily." His crisp, mint breath smacked me in the face. "Let me love you again."
Once again, I opened my mouth and nothing spilled out. Drake took it upon himself to fill the silent air with a kiss. It had to be one of the most genuine moments we've ever had. And I think I loved it.
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