Twisted
Two Strings Become One
I spent the last few hours of morning darkness, looking at CC, memorizing his features. I realized that even in childhood, he still had the same lanky body and long arms. His hair though…. Holy fuck. He dyed his hair! That’s why he didn’t look familiar to me at first. When we turned 13 our parents let us dye our hair, he dyed his black, and I put in electric blue tips. I sighed softly; I missed his rusty brown hair… Oh well. I turned my head to look out the window, the sun peaking above the horizon, a small smile spreading across my lips. Finally, I was able to see the light illuminating my life. I felt CC squirm on my leg, his head falling onto the bed. He mumbled a few words into the blanket and started to mess with his hair. He was awake; I found out in my past years that when he started to fiddle with his hair that he was slowly waking. I turned my attention back to the sunrise, withdrawing my hand away from him. The movement I had made must have caught his attention because he turned his head toward me, drowsiness still fresh in his mind. When I looked back at him and connected our gazes, he sprung out of his blanket of sleep, quickly moving to stand by my side. He placed a hand against my cheek, moving with caution as if I would break at the slightest touch.
“You’re awake…” He said, his hazel eyes sparkling. “How long have you been up?”
I shrugged my shoulders, pain shooting through my arms. “A few hours.” I said hoarsely. I made a face, pointing over at the pitcher of water. He followed to where I was pointing and poured me a glass, handing it back to me. I took the paper cup and downed it within fifteen seconds. “Much better.” I said, the moisture being returned to my throat. A smile grew on his face, as he chuckled softly.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t lose your smartass-ness during surgery.” He commented. My eyebrows furrowed together, trying to piece together what he said. It occurred to me why I was probably in the hospital. I brought my left arm out from under my brothers Detroit Lions blanket and stared at the pale line that ran up the inside of my forearm. I gathered a breath into my lungs, feeling CC’s eyes burning into my arm. I remember the sensation on my thigh, I started to sit up, removing the blankets from my legs.
“Wait.” I heard CC say urgently, taking my hand into both of his. “I read the note you gave me…” He trailed off, looking down at our hands. He intertwined his fingers in mine, biting down on his bottom lip out of habit. He looked back up at me, searching my eyes thoroughly. He smiled softly as he brushed my blonde hair out of my face. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips brush against mine. I felt him start to pull away, but I leaned in making our lips meet again. His hand went up to cup the back of my neck as mine rested on his cheek. We both melted into the kiss, lips not daring to retract. He was the first to pull away, a wide smile melting onto both of our faces. He turned his head to my heart monitor, laughing softly. “It is true that I make your heart race, huh?” He joked, turning his attention back to me. He start to say something else, probably another smart ass comment but I silenced him with a light peck to the lips. I moved over, letting him climb onto the bed with me, immediately cuddling into his side as he settled into the blankets. I felt my eyelids drop over my eyes, quickly opening them. “Go to sleep, Annah. I’ll be here when you wake back up.” He promised, kissing my temple lightly. I closed my eyes, hearing CC start to hum the chorus of ‘Nobody’s Hero’ until sleep overcame my body once more.
“You’re awake…” He said, his hazel eyes sparkling. “How long have you been up?”
I shrugged my shoulders, pain shooting through my arms. “A few hours.” I said hoarsely. I made a face, pointing over at the pitcher of water. He followed to where I was pointing and poured me a glass, handing it back to me. I took the paper cup and downed it within fifteen seconds. “Much better.” I said, the moisture being returned to my throat. A smile grew on his face, as he chuckled softly.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t lose your smartass-ness during surgery.” He commented. My eyebrows furrowed together, trying to piece together what he said. It occurred to me why I was probably in the hospital. I brought my left arm out from under my brothers Detroit Lions blanket and stared at the pale line that ran up the inside of my forearm. I gathered a breath into my lungs, feeling CC’s eyes burning into my arm. I remember the sensation on my thigh, I started to sit up, removing the blankets from my legs.
“Wait.” I heard CC say urgently, taking my hand into both of his. “I read the note you gave me…” He trailed off, looking down at our hands. He intertwined his fingers in mine, biting down on his bottom lip out of habit. He looked back up at me, searching my eyes thoroughly. He smiled softly as he brushed my blonde hair out of my face. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips brush against mine. I felt him start to pull away, but I leaned in making our lips meet again. His hand went up to cup the back of my neck as mine rested on his cheek. We both melted into the kiss, lips not daring to retract. He was the first to pull away, a wide smile melting onto both of our faces. He turned his head to my heart monitor, laughing softly. “It is true that I make your heart race, huh?” He joked, turning his attention back to me. He start to say something else, probably another smart ass comment but I silenced him with a light peck to the lips. I moved over, letting him climb onto the bed with me, immediately cuddling into his side as he settled into the blankets. I felt my eyelids drop over my eyes, quickly opening them. “Go to sleep, Annah. I’ll be here when you wake back up.” He promised, kissing my temple lightly. I closed my eyes, hearing CC start to hum the chorus of ‘Nobody’s Hero’ until sleep overcame my body once more.
He Slapped her?!?
5/24/15