I’d quite like to piss her off; it seems to entertain me.
“Any numbness or tingling anywhere?”
Just you causing my entire body to feel electric.
“No.”
“Feel confused?”
About whether or not I like you more than I should? Yes.
“No.”
“Says here a struggle to balance, which is a definite yes.” She glares up at me, then back to the screen. “Can you remember what happened?”
I sigh. “I crashed the car into the gate.”
That fucking smile of hers threatens to make an appearance again. “Okay, this one made me laugh. A blank expression, but you always have that.”
When she smiles up at me, it drops like a dead weight, and this time the heat in her cheeks intensifies. Burning so fucking hot I can feel it from here.
“Are you saying I’m moody looking, Indie?” I joke, but my voice drops deeper as I fight to contain my own grin looking at her.
“N-No. I didn’t mean it like—”
“I’m kidding, I know I look like an unapproachable prick. It’s my staple look.” I add a wink for good measure, and something flashes behind her eyes.
Her breath hitches, her eyes dropping from locking with mine to the phone. “I think you should at least see a doctor. But if you’re hiding from your dad, my parents won’t be home until tomorrow, so you can…hang out here if you like?” Her eyes widen, flashing with regret as she backtracks, “I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought it’d be a good idea since, y’know, your dad will be mad—”
I decide to save her from drawing in her own word vomit. “Thanks, I’ll stay here for an hour before meeting my fate. If that’s good with you?”
Her voice hitches up a few decibels. “Great! I mean sure. I was watching TV if you want to join? Or not, you can do whatever you want.”
I’m mesmerised as I watch her jaw clamp shut, sealing in what was no doubt more of the ramblings that seem to happen every time she speaks to me. It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never used that word in my fucking life.
Just another reason a girl like her is too good for me. She’s so fucking innocent, attractive, smart.
I’d ruin her the minute I got my dirty paws on her. She’s better as a friend rather than anything else.
I internally wince at the thought.
“What were you watching?” I ask, deciding to ignore the civil war erupting in my head.
Her voice is so soft when she speaks, so tiny and delicate, it feels like it soothes my headache. “Uhm…How the universe works?”
I’ve heard her blabbering about this before to Jenna, and it brings a smirk to my face. “Then put it back on. As long as it doesn’t bore me to fucking tears, or else you’ll lose points on your nursing card.”
The one hour I was supposed to spend here turns into three, and each one that passes delves me deeper into territory I have no fucking business being in. I don’t even have time for girls, but it seems I have every minute in the world for Indie.
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throne - bring me the horizon
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