The Fallen and the Angel

“Dude?” I asked in a sudden panic. His tears started to come more uncontrollably. He sniffled a little. It was quite literally breaking my heart to see him like THIS.

I sat down next to him with my legs crossed and my knees flush against his outer thigh. “Hey,” I said, “Look at me.” I turned his head to face me. There was so much pain in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in question.

“Juliet, she uh… we’re not together anymore.” He shook his head.

Excuse me? What now? I blinked.

“What… what happened?” I asked, completely taken aback.

“She was seeing someone else.” He stated as he raised his hand to wipe his tear-tainted cheek. “I literally walked in on him and her. And that’s why,” he continued while staring at the wall behind me, “I’m here. I had to get away from there. It hurt too much.”

I felt tears start down my cheeks. Why in the name of Mary was I crying?!

“But I’m so glad I did, because I met you.” He said with a breathy laugh through a sob, finally looking at me. “Don’t cry for me!” He exclaimed suddenly upon seeing my wet cheeks.

Without thinking, I grabbed him in a giant hug and buried my head into his chest. “I’m so so so sorry.” I said. He held me back and I felt him let out a breath against my still damp scalp.

“It’s okay. You live and learn. I just wish that I saw it coming.” He said. I hugged him tighter. “To be honest, you made me forget about her.”

I looked up quickly at him in question; our faces were only a few inches away, and we were still holding each other.

“To be honest, even though we literally met, like, yesterday, I really feel like I know you. And you don’t put me on a high horse because I’m ‘Andy Biersack’. You’re so, real.” He revealed while looking into my eyes.

I had to look away from his eyes to stop from blushing. So I looked at his lips instead. Terrible plan B. It failed.

“By the way, you are terrible at hiding that.” He said with a hint of a smile as he poked my cheek.

“Yeah yeah,” I said as I sat up. “So then what are you doing for the holidays?” I was trying to change the subject.

“I planned on staying here until after new years.”

“Wait…. So…… you would be alone on Christmas….. AND YOUR BIRTHDAY?!” I jumped from him a little bit.
This is NOT going to be allowed. Nuh-uh.

“….Pretty much yeah.” He breathed out.

“Uh NO! I refuse for this to happen. I don’t care how much you protest. I will drug you if I have to. You are coming to my parents’ house with me.” I was not letting him be alone.

“I can’t do that-“

“So would you prefer chloroform or good ol’ Nyquil?” I interfered.

He stared at me for a few seconds, then smiled. “I can’t even- thank you Lydia.”

“Duh!” I said and playfully pushed his shoulder as I moved myself further away from him (reluctantly). “So. How about a movie?”

“BATMAN!”

“Hmm. Very unpredictable.” I said as I laid on my tummy next to him. I flipped through the channels to the movie channel and rented “The Dark Night Rises”. About halfway through, I felt my eyes get heavy. I allowed myself to rest my head against his knee, and I eventually fell asleep.