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Post by rach3 on Aug 21, 2009 20:09:25 GMT -5
Maybe it would have been easier for her if she would have just died. She had thought about that a few times, since she was never sure what would happen to her in general. Would Lucas have cared? It was stupid to think that he wouldn't anyone would know that even if they hated each other after they broke up and he had ended up even dating Miranda, he still would have cared.It was selfish of her to think that she could leave this world with no one caring, even if she didn't make an impact on anyone else but the four people she knew. Her eyes clouded over at the thought of the fourth. Miranda had been her best friend since she was a little girl, since she could remember. The two had always been there for each other, through thick and thin, whichever one was bad. She never understood that saying. But either way, Miranda was there for the good times and the bad. And the night after Mikayla had walked out on Lucas was the worst, she regretted it so, so much. The two stayed up all night crying, well Mikayla was crying but Miranda was just there for her. To think that just a night later she was having sex with her recently ex boyfriend made her sick to her core. Sure, she was upset with Lucas too, but Miranda rubbed it in her face. Apparently she'd wanted to be with Lucas for years, and she was jealous of her. And hooking up with her distraught ex boyfriend and bragging about it was her best revenge. After all those years, she wasn't really her best friend at all. That was one of those things that made her snap.
Knowing that your best friend had hated your guys for the past three years of your friendship was one of the hardest things. Someone you had poured your secrets to, everything. Mikayla told Miranda everything, everything about Lucas, her family, little things. Was she secretly making fun of her behind her back, with some girl who was actually her best friend? She would never know. Because any time she had seen her walking on the street, heard her name, her voice, it was with the utmost hate that she regarded her. And Miranda wasn't even ashamed. She pitied the girl, thinking that she was cool for doing something like that. She needed a life, or therapy if she thought that got her points in anyone's book. It made her want to punch something thinking of her, and Mikayla wasn't a violent person, not in the least. Thats why no one ever thought she would stab anything, let alone herself, in a lethal place. Her father had actually thought that she might have been attacked and thrown her arms up to save herself. But there was no break into the house, and all the way into the up stairs bathroom. Only a mental one, a war on herself and her problems. She watched the pain flash across his eyes, and it didn't make her feel any better about herself. It was so selfish of herself to try and kill herself. But at the time, her mind was racing with so many thoughts, she thought he didn't want her. She had felt so alone that she didn't know what to do, but if she just would have thought a little longer, Mikayla would have not done it. She would have called him and told him sorry, and that she loved him.
Mikayla shook her head, in denial of what she had done. She glanced down at her ugly arm, and at there fingers. I know that. I knew it then, and I know it now. Her fingers tightened over his, but her arm struggled to have that much strength in it. But that night... I just didn't understand. I didn't know why you would do that to me. She licked her lips, more sense was coming to her now, instead of being a blubbering mess she had logic running through her mind. I mean, I know I broke up with you... but did you really think that was it? Two years over in one night? She looked up at him, tears drying on her cheeks. His next words had her biting her tongue. Mikayla remembered the night so vividly. They were sitting on the grass outside his house in his backyard, laying there, watching the stars, talking, occasionally making out. She blushed. Who was she to kid, the two were best friends, but they couldn't help the attraction to each other either. The physical part was definitely there, there was no denying it. But he had pulled out that ring, and something inside her snapped. There was no way she was going to be tied down with something like that, and that was the only thought running through her mind. She loved him with all her heart, soul and body but she couldn't do it, and that was the only thing she was thinking. Maybe, if she would have taken a few minutes to think instead of panicking, it would have been different. But it was how it was, and Mikayla ended up taking off in her car, leaving her boyfriend of two years sitting in the grass, alone.
And now here they were, sitting on the beach in the falling sun, like old times, but completely different. She had barely noticed how crowded the beach was, but now it was dieing down. Couples were coming down to get frisky down by the shore, picnics were wrapping up, and parties were starting. But the two were sitting in a good enough spot that they didn't get interrupted, they weren't far enough down to be hit by th water and they weren't far enough up to be bothered by drunk people in their cars and the parking lot. Mikayla resisted the urge to run her hands over his smooth face. She just wanted things to be back to normal. Mikayla instead reached out with her right hand and pulled herself closer to Lucas. Her fingers latched onto the lower half of his shirt, balling it up in her hand. It was a babyish thing she did, but it was something she did when she felt close to someone. It was the way she hugged her father, the way she hugged Lucas when she needed him the most. Her hand tightened in his and on his shirt, and she let out a deep breath. I'm not afraid. She whispered. Mikayla felt the familiar sense of security as his thumb stroked over the back of her hand. her eyes threatened to shutter closed she was so content just laying there. But her body wanted different things than her mind did. She hadn't slept in a really long time, usually only a few hours a night which is why she always looked so tired. But no one was there to notice the change in her. Patrick was in college and her dad was working. There wasn't enough time for their struggling family member.
She listened to his next flow of words with her head almost resting on his chest. She wanted to push herself against him, feel that he cared. But she still didn't know, and putting herself out there would prove fatal for her heart. Throughout his few sentences though, Mikayla noticed that he was speaking in past tense, and her heart gave a small tug. She had just sort of put herself back out there and almost flat out said I still love you, and he was still talking like he didn't. That was a blow on her confidence. But then he went on to say how much of a mistake it was, how he only wanted comforting, she could just picture Miranda's evil smile through his upset state. She would get what she wanted that night. Too bad it seemed like now Miranda had nothing, and neither did Mikayla. But at least Mikayla had the satisfaction of knowing she hadn't done anything wrong. But she was shaking her head as she looked up at Lucas. I would have picked up the phone. I always want you to call, no matter how many times I tell you not to. I always do. I'll eventually pick up, I promise. And I would have answered. I know it. It seemed like she might have been convincing herself now, but either way it was working. Tears budded in her eyes as he talked about sleepless nights, not eating. And he hadn't even known she was in the hospital. And then he finished up. The pause was agonizing. I love you. Mikayla sat up, taking her hand from his shirt, but leaving her other hand entwined in his. She didn't realize she was full on crying until the tears dripped onto her jeans. She moved her hand up and placed on his chest, looking into his eyes. Mikayla didn't smile, she just whispered. I love you, too, Lucas.
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notes; i have nothing to say to this beautiful, lovely moment. i want to cry, that's about it. haha
status; finished.
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Post by lucas on Aug 22, 2009 11:23:47 GMT -5
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---- Lucas was glad this had happened.Not glad about what had happened to her, he was definitely not happy about that and it was evident in his facial features every time he caught a glimpse of that scar that seemed to mock him, seemed to scream to him that it was all his fault.In some way he was happy that they were both so upset, it sounded confusing and if he had of said it out loud she probably would have called him crazy and sadistic.But the truth was the fact that they were both hurting so much, her more than him brought them together again.The fact that she was going through so much had forced them to have to talk things over, he had been knee deep in anger and guilt, sadness and denial, he thought it was going to be so hard to step out of, to break free from the hold that his emotions had on him and now he had finally stepped out of that but he had walked into something completely new, he had realized that while he had been sinking into his emotions the girl that he loved had pretty much been drowning in hers and he had failed to consider her heartbreak, up until now.When this fateful day had merged the two of them and pushed them to sit together and have this talk.It didn't officially hit him when he first found out , when he saw the mark on her arm he just wanted answers the confusion was blocking his mind from thinking straight, from thinking about the actual act of the situation.She had been unsuccessful in what she was trying to do and even though the underlying subject of it all, that she had tried to kill herself was bad enough the thought of her actually taking her own life seemed to metaphorically slap him across the face in an instant.What would he have done if she was gone? If she had killed herself a few nights after he betrayed her.The guilt would have consumed him, swallowed him whole and made him fall into a deep, dark never ending pit of sorrow.Thats what would have happened, just before the depression and realization that he would never get to see the beautiful face of the girl he loved, ever again.Wide eyed, he look at her, finally just took a second to look at Mikayla, taking in her lost expression as he thought about what his life would have been like without her, if fate had played its bad hand and took her away from him.
---- They weren't together when she had committed the action, but that really wouldn't have changed anything.He knew in his heart that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he had made that clear with the ring, the gift that caused this sticky situation.If he had to be honest with himself right now, looking at her, staring point black into those brown eyes of hers he probably would have followed her idiotic act.He couldn't live without her, no way.The thing that was keeping him going was knowing that she was still out there, she was still ok.Well at least thats what he thought, he would never say that to her because he didn't want to justify her actions and say that what she did was a good choice, but seriously, living without her would crush him.He was so grateful that she was ok now, even if the two of them couldn't sort out their relationship he just needed to know that she would be fine.Lucas watched as mikayla glanced down to her arm, to their fingers as she shook her head, it was like she didn't believe him and it hurt him to think that, even if she had of done something to seriously hurt him, like cheated on him or anything that was considered bad in a relationship he wouldn't have been able to turn her away if she needed help, it was unlike Lucas to not try to be there for someone, especially her.As his eyes followed the direction of hers, to their fingers he lightly squeezed her hand, to show he was supporting her, to let her know he didn't think she was stupid, that he was sorry...all the things he wanted to tell her were there in that small gesture.If it hadn't of been for the circumstances he would have smiled, sitting with her on the beach, holding her hand it was picture perfect but definitely not emotionally perfect."then why-" about to ask her why she didn't come to him if she was feeling so down he stopped, she continued to talk and he listened, he felt he owed her that, to listen when she was trying to talk and tell him everything.He was just so grateful for the moment finally coming around that he would have done anything to keep her from walking away.It hurt him to hear what she said, she didn't understand why he did it and well, he didn't understand it either but there was no way to explain it, next came a question and he raised his eyebrows at that moment trying to make sense of it all."honestly" he paused "yes, i thought that was it, i thought that you didn't want to be with me, i mean giving someone a ring like that is a big commitment, i get it but i thought we were ready for that, words cant even describe how in love with you i was...i thought you were ready, i was ready, you told me that it was over, you didn't give me an explanation and you just ran away" he said, he didn't want to make her seem like the bad guy, those weren't his intentions he just wanted to be honest, he had thought she didn't want him anymore and he was stupid for straying into the arms of her bitch of a best friend but it happened, there was no going back.
---- The sun started to die down, following the calming waves, its previous bright orange color was turning to a faded red as it began its journey down.It would be a couple of hours until the night came around, when the moon and stars would burst into the sky but he had a feeling they still would be there when that happened.This conversation needed more than just an hour or so, it was deep and intense, if they started this they needed to finish it.It would be strange sitting there with her under the stars because the last time that happened things didn't go well, but he tried to ignore that, right now it was their time to sort out the future not the past, the past could be pushed behind them, thats what he wanted anyway.The warmth from her body was passing onto his, they were sharing things again, sure it was just body heat, their closeness but it was something at least.His arm was tight across her shoulder and she gripped onto his shirt like she always used to when they were hugging, when they used to talk things through and they hugged she would always do that, it was comforting to know some of her old habits were still there, she was still the same old girl there was just an outer shell that needed to be broken, he wanted to be the person to do that, to bring her back to him.The whisper of her voice sent the hairs on the back of his neck on edge, she told him she wasn't afraid and a small smile broke in the corners of his lips, barely noticeable but still, a smile."good, because theres nothing to be scared of" he replied, his voice faint and at a low tone.At that moment he took in a deep breath, things seemed to be working out for them, this moment had done them good, at least he hoped.He began to stroke her hair as she lay against him, force of habit but he didn't deny himself the satisfaction, he always did it when she was talking to him and he didn't want to stop now, her soft blonde hair felt good against his fingers, he would have given anything to stay like that for a while.
---- The girl he loved looked up to him after he gave her his heartfelt speech.The speech about how he thought she didn't want him to call.Her words stung him, because he knew she was right.She didn't lie.Mikayla said she would have picked up eventually and a part of him wished he could go back in time so he could be that annoying half of the relationship and keep calling her twenty four seven until she had no choice but to pick up and talk to him.It would have been a hard task to get her to listen but he knew that if he had of tried he would have completed it, he was motivated by the fact that he loved her and that was enough wasn't it? Only, he had been stupid and dismissed the idea of trying to get her to talk to him because he just thought it wasn't possible, he thought she didn't want to talk, didn't want to listen and so he didn't even try.The word pathetic span through his mind."i know and i should have, i should have been annoying and kept calling you, i should have gone to your house every freakin day, banged on your door until someone answered, threw rocks at your window until you opened it" he sighed "i know i should have done all those cliche things but the idea of you rejecting me again pushed me over the edge, i guess i just didn't want you to tell me you didn't love me and that you didn't want to be with me, because i was in denial, when you walked away from me that night i tried to make sense of it and i tried to tell myself that you would explain, but you didnt...and then i realized i didn't want you to explain because i still loved you and it would have ripped me apart to hear you saying you didn't love me" he replied in a saddened tone, he hated that the beautiful starry night had turned into this, them having a deep, crazy conversation on the beach.It shouldn't have been this way.Going on to tell her about how bad he had felt at the time he decided to end it with some honesty, telling her he loved her.Which caused her to immediately let go of his shirt, sit upright and look at him.Luc had a blank expression, he wasn't sure if he should have said that, if he was making the same mistake he made the night he gave her the ring, being too truthful hadn't really done him well.Tears escaped her eyes, pouring down to the blanket and her jeans beneath them, happy tears? sad tears? he didn't know.It all made sense when she gripped his shirt again, his heartbeat raced, pounding hard against his chest as she looked into his eyes, he shivered all over, wondering what was about to happen.A whisper, a soft, gentle whisper of the words he had been longing to hear for so long, that whisper played in his mind like beautiful music.It was then that he ran his hand through her hair to move the stray pieces that had fallen onto her face, he then cupped her face with his hand , closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers, passionately kissing her as the sun faded before them.
TAG: mikayla maria jones.
STATUS: finisheeeed
WORDS: 2039
NOTES:Its so cute, beautiful and sweet!! it just makes me happy.
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Post by rach3 on Aug 22, 2009 12:31:06 GMT -5
The drama and heartbreak the two teenagers had gone through was enough to last a lifetime. Or maybe be on a tv show or something. People from the outside who had known them would never have thought that they would go through something like this, but when you looked at them now, it seemed reasonable. A relationship that went so well for so long couldn't last forever without a bump in the road. Or a pothole, or an enitre part o fit missing that made you fall into a pit of lava. Either one of those worked, more likely the last one. It was amazing to her, that something so great, something that was obviously going to last forever could end up so horrible. And it wasn't over, something was going to happen, she knew that. But the fact that it had hit this massive mountain in the road was just unfair. One of the first things that had popped into her mind that night before she almost died was her doubts of there being God, or a God. And if there was one, what the hell was He doing while was drowning in her emotion? If He was such a merciful person, thing, whatever, why was he letting her do this to herself? It made her doubt a lot of things, but this was stuck out to her. Mikayla was never a religious person, but at that time she wished she was. Believing in something like God would have given her someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Unfortunetly, she was to busy questioning it to believe in it. If there was a God, He wouldn't have let Lucas decide to get the ring, or Mikayla break up with him, and he would have given Miranda some sense of what to do with herself, rather than sleep with Mikayla's ex boyfriend. But hey, life wasn't fair, right? It had to be a little more fair than that.
But the feeling of his fingers squeezing hers, told her that maybe there was some unseen force who had brought them back together, if having no one to help tore them apart. It was too early to tell if things would turn out alright, no matter how much Mikayla hoped they would. It would take time, even if they ended up not being friends, being friends, or even being back together again. It would take time because what they had gone through changed a person, it made them see things differently. As her eyes swept over Lucas, she knew that thoughts weren't the only thing that changed in them. He looked older, more mature than the last time she'd seen him. They were in high school together, they were just kids then. Now, after all they'd been through, they had changed too much for someone not to notice. The planes of his face were sharper, he had circles under his eyes. His jaw seemed to pop out of his face more, and his entire demeanor was less hyper active than it had been. Maybe it was just seeing her, because she knew that seeing him had a sobering affect on herself. She had been practically a vegetable the past few months, but when she'd seen him for that first time again, in her car, seeing his back, it had been like the life jumped back into her. The feeling of seeing the love of her life had jolted it back into her, even though she had lived without life for so long. Her brother jokingly used to call her a zombie when she walked around the house, but after she started crying at the littlest making fun of her, he quit it. Lucas had always made fun of her, and that was his thing. At that point, the mention of the boy killed her on the inside. It almost killed her completely, too.
Life was in her now, though, and she almost didn't like it. The nervousness she felt made her want to break into a sweat, and her heart was contantly racing. The only thing that made her feel better was that she was so close to Lucas that she could feel his heart beating quickly, too. Good to know she wasn't the only one who was having a hard time feeling. It would have been irrational for him not to have feelings right now. She could never tell what he was feeling, and guys could be heartless, but Mikayla knew him. She knew that Lucas had feelings, and if he had been so in love with her, he would have felt something now. It was always hard for Mikayla to trust people, and Luc was one of the only people she trusted. Or she used to. If anything were to happen between them again, there would be a lot more trust to gain back. People who had sex with other people's best friends weren't exactly the easiest people to trust, but the kind of relationship that Mikayla and Lucas had was an extremely trusting one. Sure, it was a blow on her to hear about that, but she knew she'd learn to forgive him eventually. Especially since she'd just declared her love for him a second time. There was no one else who could make her speak so freely like Lucas made her do. She was just so lose around him, and sometimes it was bad. But this way, it was good. Right now it was easy, it was good for her to say everything without holding back. If she edited it wouldn't work out, laying it all out with no restraints was the best way, and that was how she had been saying it. No one but Lucas made her do that. There was something about him.
Hearing him say that he honestly thought it was over that night hurt her more than anyone but Lucas could understand. Two years, over in one night? It didn't make sense to her, and it hadn't made sense yet. She had honestly sat on her bed that night, waiting for him to call. She thought he would, Mikayla didn't think he would give up that easy on her. The thoughts that entered her mind were that he didn't really love her, because if he did he would have called her. She let out a shaky breath. There's no way it could have been over. Not that fast anyway, what we had... She trailed off, not knowing how to finish that. What they had couldn't have broken off that easily, anyone who knew them knew that. She listened to his next whispered sentance and a shiver ran through Mikayla's body. Guys were only supposed to say things like that in movies, it wasn't fair to her coherenace for him to say that. It just made her want to hold him close, not figure things out like they should have. Mikayla felt his hands run through her hand and then followed with a sense of security he always gave her. Every time he touched her she felt that electricity shock her, and this time was no different. She outwardly shivered, feeling goose bumps rise on her body as his fingers ran through her hair. She fought the urge to just wrap her arms around him and fall asleep in his arms, under his touch. She would have been happy doing just that, falling asleep and maybe even never waking up again. But Mikayla knew there was still a lot to say, even if she had to say it with her body, the small movements, the closeness. There would always be more to talk about. She almost smiled thinking of it. They could talk for a long time.
Mikayla reached up to touch his face gently. His skin was just as smooth as she remembered, just as welcoming. She let out a small breath, choosing her words carefully after his long speech. I've always loved you, Lucas. Don't let me tell you any different. Her mouth moved into a small smile. They'd gotten in their fair share of big fights, telling eachother that they hated them, but it ended up with them kissing and saying sorry. She watched his face as she sat up, what would he do? Her heart picked up even faster if it was possible as his hand moved to the side of her face. This was it, he was going to kiss her. She had waited so long to feel his lips on hers again, and it was really hapenning. Everything was moving in slow motion as Mikayla watched Lucas lean closer. Her eyes closed at the same time his did, and she felt his lips press against hers. Mikayla felt he fire that had burned in her earlier heat up. She leaned forward into his and her hands wrapped around his neck, attatching herself to him like a leech. A wrecked, lonely, hurt leech. You didn't see many of those. Her hand ran through his hair, as she kissed him. The feeling of kissing him was so familiar so right. The two were meant for each other, no matter what they went through. That was obvious the first time they met. A headache and laughing was all she could remember from that day. There were too many good memories after that.
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notes; i'm thinking hot, angry make up sex later. bahahaha.
status; done
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Post by lucas on Aug 23, 2009 9:10:41 GMT -5
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---- Was it possible for everything to go back to the way it used to be after everything the two of them had gone through? They had not one but three major problems that brought them to where they were today, her getting scared and breaking up with him, him 'cheating' on her and her attempt at taking her own life.Those three things piled on top of one another like a huge mountain of issues that anyone would have thought impossible to climb but the two young adults seemed to be working through it all, all three of those problems.Originally it didn't seem like they were going to get anywhere with this conversation, it felt like they would just talk in circles for a while and end up with no knowledge of where to turn next.But as he sat there with her, their hands entwined like a lovers honeymoon picture, Lucas started to see clearly, started to see a brighter side to everything that had happened.Maybe all the shit that they had seen happen just had to happen, one of those things that made them even closer, obviously if he could he would have opted to just not go through any of it and just stay with her but they had some depth to their relationship now, some actual problems that they had to work out to become stronger, it all seemed official now because back in the day they had not had one massive argument and he thought it was good but it wasn't normal to not argue in a relationship, to not have moments where you think you cant go on so their first real issue to sort out was being dealt with now.Not that he thought what had happened was positive, perhaps it was a necessity? sure, if he could have picked anything from a list of things they were going to have to face it wouldn't have been her trying to kill herself.
---- Chosing to dismiss her actions wasn't something he was going to do, they needed to get to the bottom of her problems, sometime.Right now he wanted her to know that he was there for her and that he hated what she did but he was just glad that she was ok.That was the important thing here right? In the beginning he had been focused on the negative, the fact of the situation when he should have been thinking about her wellbeing, the fact that she was ok and that she was still here, with him.The future didn't seem relevant at the moment, they were trying to justify their pasts and focus on the present.The right here and now seemed like the only thing that made sense, because if the two of them thought too much about how they were going to be after this day it might ruin things.Simply because they had both been so heartbroken at the time of the 'incident' that it was a hard milestone to jump over, it was a pinnacle moment in both their lives but not in a good way.Since he was more of the bad guy than her relationship wise he would probably lack the safe persona he used to have, the trusting young man that Mikayla had fallen in love with but they could work through that, he knew they could.His actions weren't logical but surely given time he could make her understand his thought process at that time, his mind was cloudy because he didn't have her in his life.Once they got past that they would have to talk about her suicide attempt too, and it wouldn't be easy for her, he knew it but they had to do it.Of course there was the fear inside of him bubbling that she would just up and leave him again someday, but right now that didn't matter.Their doubts should be pushed away, locked away with a key and not touched until they were ready to deal with them.His love for her was stronger than any doubts or fears he had, he liked to believe it was the same for her too.
---- Confusion piled into Mikaylas eyes when he tried to explain how he had felt that night but he didn't question the expression of pure confusion and hurt, only because he understood it.It was crazy of him to think that two years of such a perfect relationship would have been over in one night just because she said so, but he did think that, a moment of stupidity must have taken over him because Lucas was usually such a clearheaded, smart guy.He always knew how to analyze situations but the hurt must have paralyzed his intelligence that night, it was the only logical explanation considering he couldn't even justify it himself."i know that now" he said, sighing lightly as her words stung him.She was right, Kayla was right, there was no way it could have been over, there was no way she would have ended everything but the girl that he had fallen in love with disappeared that night, she would have taken the ring, she would have been committed to him like he was to her.But maybe she was just scared? Luc hadn't even considered that at the time because it seemed to spontaneous and harsh for her to refuse his commitment, to run away and not give him reason."i knew it then, i just i don't know, you rejected me and something just took over in my mind, like a trigger ..i just thought--" he stopped, she knew what he was going to say next so he didn't feel the need to finish his sentence.He just thought it was over.What more could he say? Talking wasn't the only thing that gave him peace of mind, the way she allowed him to stroke her hair and hold her close set thoughts of in his mind.That she wasn't over him, that she did still love him but she just found it hard to forgive what he did and he was ok with that, he was an understanding guy.Once again, it felt like the old days, it felt like they were one again, something that gave him a secure feeling in his heart.
---- Once he had spoke his mind, he looked to Mikaylas eyes for clarity, to see how she had reacted to what he had to say.Her soft, angelic tone passed through his ears, circling in his mind as it sent a rush through his body.Rendered him speechless for a moment or two as he focused his eyes onto her cute, small smile.A smile that told him the truth, if her words hadn't affected him in a positive way that smile sure would have.The moment between placing his hand on her face and pressing his lips to hers was scary, overwhelming if he was honest because he wasn't sure if she would repay his actions or if she would pull away and tell him it was too early to start the making up, usually he could read her but now it was so confusing, maybe it was because the fear of rejection had once again risen up in the pit of his stomach but he didn't want to turn back, he was going to risk it.Her lips were too inviting for him to refuse.As soon as their lips met he felt a spark shoot through his entire body, a buzz rang in his head, the same familiar feeling he always got when they used to kiss, it never faded they were so connected and now they were again, connected by this one kiss.This kiss that was mixing his emotions once again, made his temperature rise and his heart pound.She wrapped her arms around his neck and he smiled against her lips momentarily before easing into the kiss and letting himself fall into her trap , a trap that he just wanted to be stuck in for the rest of his life.That woman would always be the one he loved, he knew it from the first day they met, especially the first time they kissed and as their lips collided softly, deeply, he just knew, for the first time in what seemed like months, he knew everything was going to be ok.
TAG: mikayla maria jones.
STATUS: finisheeeed
WORDS: 1427
NOTES:Lmao well yeah, obviously...what else is there to do after an argument? xD hahahahah lukayla ftw!
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