Graffiti

Chapter Fourteen:

I wanted him to kiss me. The date was over and we were driving home, in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything but it was suffocating and I wanted it to end. Even if that meant we had to talk about pointless things that had no meaning to us.

At least then we'd be communicating. The limo was dark inside, the seats were a light brown leather and outside, though the windows were dark, I could just make out the shadow of the passing trees. I leaned my head on the window and thought of Alex's lips on mine. We'd done it before, so why was it so hard for me to turn around, lean forwards and place my lips on his.

Because this is your first date in almost a year! Hissed a voice inside my head. I felt like banging my head on the cold, dark window and shutting the voice up, but I knew that that would gain Alex's attention, which I wanted, but not that sort of attention.

I rolled my eyes as I thought that my hormones were possibly taking charge. What could anyone expect, though? Alex was hot, there was no doubt about it. And, I knew him. I knew the struggle he was facing, the memories he had to suppress. Memories that would surely be awakened when his father arrived.

I just knew that as soon as Alex's father was on the scene, Alex wouldn't have much time to think about 'us' - If there was an us. I highly doubted that there was, this was probably just a fling. Alex knew that I wouldn't be staying and Alex struck me as the type who wouldn't settle down.

"We're here," Alex's deep voice rumbled, sending hot tingles down my spine.

"Here?" I asked, turning to face him, my eyebrows furrowed.

He pulled me out of the car, and blinded me by placing his hands over my eyes. I would've screamed bloody murder, but I knew that Alex didn't have any bad intentions. We walked down an uneven path, I knew this because he kept tripping, which caused me to chuckled lightly.

"I am never doing this again," Alex sighed.

After stumbling, swearing and dragging we had apparently arrived at out destination. He uncovered my eyes and the breath rushed out of me. We were at the outcrop of a very high cliff. I could hear the waves pounding against the cliff below. I walked forwards and looked over, the murky waters made the scene look ominous.

The moon was out, full and bright in the inky dark sky. The trees surrounded us, high and thin. The floor was strewn with stray branches and leaves that crunched as Alex shifted to follow my gaze. He looked beautiful in a sinister way. His face was all sharp and angular, his bright green eyes shone in the darkness.

"It's... I can't describe its beauty," I said, my voice thick and my eyes blurry. It truly was a magnificent place, one that I wanted to cherish and never leave.

Alex cleared his throat and shifted on his feet nervously. "I thought it could be our place," he said huskily. I eagerly nodded my head, already in love with the idea. Soon, you'll be in love with him, that annoying voice said.

I smiled, liking that thought. "I just wanted to do something special," Alex said, coming closer. He took my hands in his, his thumb rubbed circles on the top of my hand. "Before everything is ruined by my dad," he said bitterly.

I knew that this was coming. "It won't be ruined," I said, stepping closer so that he embraced me. "I'll be here, and we can deal with it together," I mumbled into his warm chest. His white shirt contrasted to the darkness and it just reminded me of how different Alex and I were.

For one thing, he was a guy. I was a girl.

I felt Alex lift his head from where it rested in the crook of my neck. I pulled out of the hug, craning my head up to look up at him. "What?" I asked, for he was looking at me like I was a smartie in a crisp packet.

"Why would you stick with me?" He asked, a little crease formed between his eyebrows as he frowned and I badly wanted to reach out and trace it with my little finger.

I stepped back, shocked that he thought that I would just leave him. "Why wouldn't I?" I countered back, eager to know the answer.

"Because you run away at the sight of trouble, and this is my mess to sort out, he's my dad and I don't want you to get hurt," he proclaimed softly.

I was a little hurt at his 'run away' comment, but I brushed it off not wanting to cause a big deal over it. I had mixed feelings because although I was grateful that he didn't want me to be hurt, and he wanted to protect me, I could take care of myself and I didn't want to be coddled.

"Alex," I groaned. "Of course I'd stay with you. I want to help you. You confided in me, and I can't just leave you now. I-" I hesitated, unsure of what to say next. I didn't love him, but I was starting to. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

I mustered up all of my courage and just blurted out my feelings. "I think that I'm starting to fall in love with you." I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see as Alex ran away, scared of my attachment already.

I heard the soft crunch of his shoes on the floor and willed myself not to cry. I knew he'd leave. Instead, I felt soft tingles on my face. When I pried my eyes open, Alex was looking down at me, his eyes held a soft expression and his hand cupped my cheek.

"Good," he murmured, his lips were close to mine. "Because I'm already in love with you," he confessed solemnly, his eyes bored into mine.

I gasped and felt a happiness that I had missed course through my body. I smiled as Alex leaned in and kissed me in the moonlight.

I felt the tingles erupt not only on my lips, but in my stomach and I loved it so much that I craved for more, so I deepened the kiss and somehow we ended up lying on the edge of the outcrop, me curled in Alex's arms, looking up at the moon.

We kissed when we felt like it and then went back to cuddling, his blazer was draped over us, and I was faintly aware of closing my eyes as I drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.