"Come the swings are free"
His perfect teeth was covered in strawberry ice cream, as he continued to bite into the ice cream like it were a marshmallow. He looks far more approachable biting an ice cream than when his face is straight all the time. I wish i could always make him feel this way, happy.
I took my eye away from him before he could notice me staring. I looked around the park stopping at the swings. Oh the swings are free. I literally hopped up the park bench to feet, tossing my left over ice cream into the bin. "Come! The swings are free", i announced practically jumping up and down like a little child. "Umm....sure", he said looking a bit confused."I don't think allot of girls go to the park and run for the swings like you just did", he said as he tried to get comfortable in the swing despite his stature. "Yeah I'm not allot of girls i think", I replied pulling my legs upwards in the air, so i could start up the swing. "I can see that now", he said and i could hear a chuckle in his tone."So tell me about yourself", i said while my swing finally slowed down. I could feel the tension rise, as i looked over to him and noticed his jaw clenching. Making me feel like i just asked the worst question."Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills."Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.I stood right up from the swing, smiling enough to make anyone want to smile as well, he face softened as he he looked at as if he were accessing me with what looked like a crystal blue eyes under the ray over sun that hit his face, making him look mesmerizing. He looked at me like he was trying to crack a code. I reached for his hand, "slide?", I asked still smiling, like i was so enchanted by a slide I've seen a hundred times(also a slide a kid died in 2 summers ago) "Don't tell me you also love to slide, cause the swings are one thing but i feel you're way too old for that little slide", he said smirking, looking like perfect description of a hunk in a fanfic novel. "Come on, no one is too old for slides", I said already giggling. "Yeah yeah but I'm not getting on a slide Carmil", he said shaking hid head a little. "Ok, no slide tody but we will one day, count on it", I said defeated. (I like how he says Carmil, sounds so fancy). "Can we just go back now, i think those kids are angry at us, they're waiting for the swings", he said standing up. "Yeah good idea", i said chuckling as he stood up.~~~~~~~~Few Moments later~~~~~~~
(In SpongeBob voice)I tried as much as possible to go up the stairs as without making a sound, but i guess Bryan really wasn't getting thr hint. "Cammy! Is that you?", my mom yelled from the kitchen making me freeze at a spot. I took my index finger to my lips signing Bryan to shush, he nodded. "No, it's me Bryan!", he answered. "Oh Bryan, freshen up for dinner in while, and call Cammy to set the table", she said breaking my bubble, shit! That what what i was avoiding. "Yeah, but I think she's still in the shower", Bryan said covering me up giving me the hint to run into the bathroom.~~~~~~~~~During Dinner~~~~~~~~~~
"So how was your first day at Jordan, Bryan?", My mom asked while chewing on some beef and reaching for her white wine. I was right next to Bryan. I looked over and noticed he had barely touched his food. "Was fine, thanks", he said knoding then grabbing his glass of water. He finally started trying to get a hang of the beef. Though didn't seem like he was doing so well. Reached for his leg with my foot under the table trying to catch his attention. He looked looked over to me with a questioning stare, I raised an eyebrow, then looked at the food tuten back at him. He looked back to his food then dropped his cutlery down on the table. God I hope he's not anorexic, wait he's way too shredded to be anorexic right?"Mind if i take my dinner to my room, i have some stuff to catch up on", he asked. "Sure", my mom said not even paying attention. I hope he doesn't flush that in the toilet.'knock knock!' I knocked on Bryan's door waiting for a response. "Coming", his voice called from inside. I hope he's not doing anything stupid. "Can i help you?", He said as he opened the door. He was only in a black pair of sweats, his well defined abs that i had seen earlier today were on full display. I snapped myself back looking aways and looking back at his face.
"Just came to ask what's up, you left dinner so", I said looking around and walking into the room without an invitation. I searched for the plate of food. But all i could see was a practically empty plate on his desk. Did he eat or toss it away? He slammed the door behind me making electricity travel down my spine. Making me turn around to face him. Why the fuck am i this Nervous?"I don't really use cutlery so I came here to devour it like a lion. The beef was a bit too overcooked for my taste. I like mine a bit under cooked", he said casually taking steps towards my direction, making me move backwards unconsciously, until my back hit the wall. Why the fuck am I acting so nervous.His gaze more fixed on me as he drew closer to me, until I felt his breath on me and we were barely 2 inches from each other. He put his right hand on the wall behind me moving some inches more closer, making my heart flip backwards.Like his silver blue ice threw, ice into my veins cause I was frozen at a spot. "Thanks for today", he said snapping me out of my own thoughts. "Was nice", he said smirking side ways, and biting his lower lip, making all my attention fixed on his lips. I want those lips on mine so fucking bad now. "You're welcome", I managed to mumble under my breath. "I just want you to know as far as you don't shut me out I'll always be here for you", I said swallowing hard. I could feel his gaze on my lips which only made me tremble. I bit my lips unknowingly. His face completely going lost, he turned around immediately. Shit."Can you not do that?", he said with his back to me.Shit."You should have used the door"They say you fall in love a thousand times before you find your true love, you only get 1true love they say. Love is common but true love, that's rare. I always wonder why the hell I have never been in love in my entire life of 17 years. Maybe that's funny. "Carmella!", The name shook the house as if it was an earthquake. I pulled down my ear set in frustration and all my thoughts died down as the frustration washed through my face. Like seriously what is it now? "Carmella!", She didn't fail to call louder. You would expect a woman like my mum to learn by now that noise was also irritation. Maybe she'll stop calling along at the third time. "Carmiella!", louder than the second time. Gosh! What is wrong with this woman. "Mom!", I screamed back still sitting on the bed trying not to move an inch from the bed. "Get your ass in this kitchen now!", she finally yelled and soun
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I"party pooper"Carmella's POV"Carmiella!", The familiar voice rang in my ear as water poured down my face. Can't I have a shower in peace? "Carmiella!, It rang again, I grabbed my soap and rubbed my hand starting my soaping again for the third time. "Carmiella!", It came again with a furious knock on the door. "Mom I'm in the shower", I yelled not caring and soaping delicately. "Bryan is waiting!" Get your brown ass out of there now!", She yelled and that rang in my ear more. Shit we share the same bathrooms, shorter baths. I dropped my soap and immediately started rinsing my body. "I'll be out in a minute, sorry", I called out still trying to finish up fast. I got out of the shower and went to the door to unlock. I opened it and saw him leaning at the side of the door. He loosely tied a white towel on his
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"She's a breath of fresh air"Bryan's POVShe continued to sob but it reduced the closer she leaned more into me. All I could do was hold her I couldn't do anything more than that. Why was she crying so long and hard, for someone she didn't know. She didn't know why a cut to my wrist was necessary, she didn't know what I had to do to fight my demons. My demons were my pain, my never ending pain. Yet she cried like she felt them. "I'm so sorry", she said with what I hoped were her final sobs, trying to pull out of my arms. "I'm so fucking sorry", she said her voice tinier than before. She took both palms to her eyes in attempt to get rid of the leftover tear. "I don't know why the hell I'm crying", she said finally, still avoiding my gaze. As confused as I was at her crying, I couldn't wrap my brain around the fact that I could hug her. I pu