Capítulo 39: Chapter 37
AUSTIN'S POV
It sounded too deep in my mind, the truth was almost too concentrated, too much. Kyle believed I always spoke my mind, and I did, but there were some things which would take a while for me to tell him. The courage to say them was there, but I doubted whether he was mentally prepared to hear those things. I was being subtle and careful.
I was telling him I loved how he smelt when in reality I wanted to tell him that my entire world revolved around him.
Telling him his eyes were pretty when what I really wanted to say was that he was literally the only person I had been thinking about since I got there and saw him. Since that moment I realized we had a second chance and this time we could get it right.
I could get it right.
He looked at the food, then he slowly turned to me and thanked me. My response was a smile. He then got off his seat and looked around, his eyes narrowed as he searched for something, he must not have found it since he walked around the counter and disappeared into the racks holding the record albums.
" What're you searching for?" I loudly asked, picking up a chicken nugget and tossing it into my mouth. He didn't respond, but then seconds later he came back holding another seat in his hands. And he came over and set it beside me before proceeding to take a seat. I was standing between the two seats, meaning that if I did sit down there would be distance between us equal to my width..that was too much space keeping us apart. I took a step back, then I placed the stool directly next to his. He turned to it, gave it a dismissive look before he reached for the apple juice and worked on opening the lid.
" So clingy, " I heard him whisper afterwards. He was pretending he didn't want me to hear it but he did. I laughed and sat, my arm literally brushing against his just the way I liked it.
" Don't think I didn't notice how upset you got when you thought I left. "
" Clingy and delusional. You need serious help Austin. "
" Fine then, help me. I employ you to be my master. " I used a suggestive tone, and when he looked at me I arched a brow to confirm I meant what he thought I did. He rolled his eyes and looked away.
" Please don't say things like that. "
" Like what? "
" You know what. "
" I thought I was the delusional one baby. "
He choked on his drink, then he reached for the napkin that had come with the food and began using it to wipe the juice from his shirt.
" Don't you dare call me that. Ever!"
He was being serious despite the fact that he looked completely flushed. Sometimes I didn't intend to make him uncomfortable, it just happened. Plus he always took everything wat too seriously and thought too much into things.
" Aren't you hungry?" I asked on realizing he hadn't started eating. I knew he was, he hadn't eaten anything at school and despite not knowing whether he'd eaten at home, my instincts told me he hadn't. Some things never changed.
He sat up straight, then he glanced over at my food before he looked at me. One of the highlights of my days was whenever he looked at me. Not those shy glances or those stares that were more fixated on other parts of me that weren't my eyes. I meant the actual stares, when he literally looked into my eyes for more than two seconds. I liked seeing the depth, feeling it. Whenever he glanced away I was convinced that my effect on him wasn't an illusion and that there was actually something between us. But whenever he held my gaze it was entirely different.
Raw! It was fucking impactful.
Stevens had the looks, that was a fact. And the good thing about his beauty was that it wasn't the shouting type, it was hushed. Gentle in a most refreshing way. In other words, he was just calming to look at without being exaggeratedly handsome.
" You're not eating either, I don't like eating alone. "
He'd never actually said those words to me before, but I got the strongest feeling of Deja vu from that entire situation. His words were something I often used to think about, a conclusion I had come to by myself but had never been sure of.
I grabbed my beef burger. It had been his favorite when we had been kids, and I was almost certain that hadn't changed since once Kyle made up his mind about what he liked he always had a hard time changing it. He was watching me. Making my heart pound because it was him.
I stared at the burger first, then I did what I was used to doing. I took out the raw onions they always put in there then I put it back together and took a bite.
" Still a picky eater?" He asked. I shrugged, them I took another bite and placed it down.
" I literally asked them not to put those in. "
" Maybe they didn't hear you."
" Oh they heard me! "
The lady had even written it down, but somehow the onions had still found their way into the burger. I just didn't believe they were supposed to be eaten raw, those and a lot of other things. I didn't argue whenever Kyle called me a picky eater because I knew it was true.
" They're good for you. "
" Of course you'd say that. "
He smiled and shifted his focus to his food, and I let the silence stretch because I was immersed in that feeling. I thought about something that had happened once. Then I reached over and took one of his fries.
" Here," I stretched my hand to him, he looked at it, knowing what my intentions were. And I pulled my arm away when he tried to take it with his hand.
" Bite it, " I softly instructed. The turquoise of his eyes narrowed, and his instincts made him lean a little closer. His eyes still on the fry in my hand.
" What're you trying to do Austin? "
That low whisper. His eyes telling me he knew, that he remembered clearly what I was trying to refer to. And it was only further confirmed when I bit into one end of the fry and crooked my finger towards him. Urging him to move closer.
He tried to fight it, but whatever we had was impossible to push to the side. In the end he ended up doing just that.
" Don't try to pull anything afterwards...get that?"
I gave him a curt nod, fully aware of why he thought it necessary to give me the warning. And when he leaned in closer I felt my entire face heat up, the little hairs at the back of my neck rose in awareness. And my mind took me back to a moment I hadn't thought of in quite a while.
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" You're getting the crumbs everywhere. Your mom will get mad again!"
Stevens warned me as he brushed the said crumbs off my bed with his hand. Putting down his cracker so that he could do it well.
" Just eat, we'll clean up afterwards. "
Sighing, he stopped and decided to do as I asked. He was seated next to me, leaning against the headboard because he was busy watching something on the TV. Some physics related show which was the reason why the word boring had been invented. I was facing him, my legs crossed and the entire cookie jar next to me. A glass of milk in my hand. My mom had actually told me to only pick a few of them, but I had waited for her to head upstairs before carrying the entire jar to my room. But I wasn't planning on eating them all, she'd get angry at me and I didn't want that to happen.
" That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, " I commented for what felt like the hundredth time since meeting him. And I watched in clear dislike as he dipped an entire cracker in the peanut butter and took a delighted bite. The corner of his lips tilting up in a secret smile.
" It's good, you sure you don't wanna try it?"
I shuddered and peacefully ate my cookies. And a while later he stopped in the process of taking a bite and placed his hand on his chest. And I would have asked him what was wrong had it not been so clear. His eyes were all watery.
" Told you to take the juice!" I teased. He was clearly choking but trying not to show it. Suffering in silence because he didn't want to admit that I had been right earlier when I advised him to pour himself a drink. Those two things were dry enough as they were, yet he was eating them together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
" Take it before you die on my bed, they'll probably assume I was behind it. "
He took the glass of milk from me and gulped down more than half, then he stayed still for a while before he sighed in obvious relief. And afterwards, he stared at the almost empty glass with a guilty expression.
" Sorry. " he muttered, then he handed the glass back to me. And as I took it I thought about the fact that we'd shared it. I had drunk from it..and so had he.
It was a pretty normal thing but for some strange reason it made me start thinking in ways a ten year old shouldn't be thinking. And I found myself slowly bringing the glass to my lips and taking a sip. And when I looked up, it was to find him staring at me with that same knowing look in his eyes.
" It's just milk Stevens, I'll refill it...but since you're taking it so seriously, I'll let you make it up to me."
He frowned and gave me his signature look. The one that said he didn't trust me one bit so I'd better not say anything else.
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