The Story of Us

6.

"Babe, we are getting close, you may want to wake up. My house isn't very far away. When we get there, we can just crawl into bed and sleep tonight. It has been a crazy long night, so I understand. Get some rest, beautiful."

Just like that, he pulled the yellow cord, and we stopped shortly after. We grabbed our bags and hopped off the bus. We walked less than a mile and went up to his house. He then swept me off my feet into his arms.

"Welcome home, babe. What is mine, is also yours. If you need anything let me know. I need to step out and make a phone call," he said as he dropped me off on the bed. I could hear him talking on the phone to someone. I had no idea who it was, but it must have been in the family by his tone of voice. I curled up in the blanket and fell asleep with my face nuzzled into his pillow. When he walked in, it had startled me awake. What felt like hours, was only minutes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Go back to sleep, my dear."

He laid next to me and curled up, and the familiar warmth of his body knocked me right out. I loved having someone so comforting, someone who protected me, and wanted to guide me back to my happiness. This was a magical feeling that only made me want him more. He was gentle and passionate with me. I have never had that. Guys only wanted to use me for s*x because I never gave it up to just anyone. I was sexually desirable, apparently. I never saw it. Cory was being so different towards me after I opened up. Before, it was like a chill thing, like he liked me, but not love. After I had opened up, it was like he was holding all of his feelings back, until I had opened the floodgates of mushy feelings.

All I wanted to do was be free again, like I had earlier. We had such a blast. It would be another night that I surely would never forget, just like before. I was starting to wake up a bit, I felt him roll over and put his arm around me, and he even pulled me closer into him. Almost like he never wanted to let go, but I didn't mind. After a few minutes of stirring around, I had finally gone back to bed. Being so close to him was better than a dream. Everything about him was like perfection to me. Why would he want a nerdy nobody like me? I almost didn't matter to the world, because I was lower class. I didn't have much money. Yeah, I worked, and I had a credit card, but in reality, I was nothing.

Whatever he did see in me, though, I was happy. I didn't want to be anywhere else ever again. I finally felt like I belonged, like I was back home again. That night many years ago still replays in my head, like it was yesterday. The laughter that had once filled the air in my ears, was now laughter and peace in my heart. I could once again be free, and breathe again. I could feel human once more. It was a warm feeling, a feeling I still to this day can't explain. When he is around me, my body weight drops and I feel so weightless.

I started to feel him thrust around the bed, flopping like a fish out of water. I instantly woke up. I talked to him in a soothing voice that I was there. Of course, I didn't wake him up. He calmed back down, but I stayed awake, just to make sure he was okay. He was like a fragile type of glass that would shatter if you dropped it. I saw him like he was a male model, and here I am being the weirdo that I am. I sat awake for about an hour, gazing at the T.V. I was watching whatever show he had on, and watched him sleep. I now had my arm wrapped around him. I coddled him like a baby, curling him into my chest now. I wish he could see an inch of how much I care about him. I know it's been years since I saw him, but it was like no time had passed, we were still those two goofy kids in love. I rubbed his head, and kissed his lips goodnight once more. He crinkled his nose and I smiled, hoping this would be my forever future.

I wouldn't mind watching him sleep every night, he slept so peacefully in my arms. For once, I was wanted. He needed me like I needed him. I started to doze when he started to snore. That is how I knew, he was out cold. It echoed in the room like white noise to me. I knew he was peacefully dreaming about those unicorns and rainbow kind of dreams. I was out cold not too long thereafter. I was with the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, and that is a fact. Another fact, there is no one that can soothe me like he can. His voice is like the sound of a magical waterfall. It relaxes my every nerve, allowing me to finally live.