HSD: Me and Jake

Apr 30, 2008 - 14:49 PM PST

this is another addition to the HSD book thingy i had going. if you dont know what the heck im talking about...too bad! enjoy


I leaned against Jake. His arm wrapped itself halfway around my body and I placed my hand on top of his, running my fingers across it almost unconsciously, thinking. The wind blew through the park, blowing my hair everywhere and making me unconsciously shiver. I didn’t notice, but Jake wrapped his other arm around me in an attempt to keep me warm.
“What?” he asked. I could feel his eyes watching me.
I blinked. “What?” I replied.
“Your thinking about something.” he said.
“Is that a bad thing? Or are blondes not supposed to do that?” I asked, grinning slightly, but preoccupied by my previous thoughts.
He didn’t miss that. “Seriously” he prodded.
I sighed. “I was just thinking about you.”
“What about me?”
“The fact that you are there for me, that you accept me, that you understand me. It’s like im not alone, in a way that I shouldn’t have to be. Ya know?”
He was silent. All I could feel was his even breathing with the rise and fall of his chest.
“Its just nice to have someone. You.” I continued. “I don’t know, if that even makes any sense…” I mumbled, too scared to shut up.
Still silence. And then I felt like I had said too much, I had said what I wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear. I wanted to move, to see his face, but he kept me pinned against his perfectly muscled body. I tried swiveling around, but the only part of me I could control was my head. I rolled it back, my eyes searching for his, and at the same time wondering how stupid I looked. His eyes were cautious, looking for mine, appraising.
Jake had never been the most emotionally open boy I had ever met, but he had his moments where his hard outer shell was suddenly lost around me. Still his reaction surprised me. He lowered his head and kissed me with such passion that I felt like… I don’t know what I felt like, there was no way to explain it. No corny detail, no clichés, it was real. (But if I had to relate it to something, I like to think of it as our spiderman kiss.) when he let me breathe, I had to ask.
“What was that for?”
Then he said it. “I love you. And maybe I didn’t say it as fancy as you did, but even you and your beautiful brains can’t beat that.”
He couldn’t see my smile, but it was there. “I love you too.”
Then he turned me around and took me in his arms…