I could hear her soft snores. She fell asleep on my shoulder. The sun was almost touching the horizon. I've been laying here for what seemed like forever, admiring her beauty. Her nose twitched every once in a while. Her hair fell on her shoulders, her cheeks were faintly pink, and her lips, redder than ever. I'm no Edward Cullen, but I could stay like this for a lifetime, watching her sleep. I never moved, welcoming her warm touch, she'd been snuggling against me. I drew and I drew. I let my pencil slide on the page, filling it with drawings of her. She was like a princess. Ever so fragile. I don't know why, but when I saw her cry, I felt the need to put my arms around her and wipe her tears away. I don't know what was happening. Although, after being friendless for more than 8 years, she was the only one who ever talked to me in a nice way. I'll never be able to forget the expression on her face when she understood what I was.
A mute. A person who can't speak. No voice. Losing my voice was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I leaned on the tree, and closed my eyes. I was so tired. I couldn't sleep. I never could anymore. I spent my nights drawing, reading and listening to Ed Sheeran. The man is a music phenomenon. I slept only 4-5 hours a day. Sometimes that was too much.
"Liam? You fell asleep? Oh god, oh god. I fell asleep," a gentle voice said, on the verge of panicking.
Back To Lena's P.O.V.
I was sleeping on a comfy pillow. Since when do pillows make you want to sleep even more? But mine was really soft, it was creepy. I opened my eyes, and regained memory of what happened. I feel asleep! I touched my cheek, was there any drool? I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. There was no drool. I was okay.
"Liam? You fell asleep? Oh god, oh god. I fell asleep."
His eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful. I admired him a bit. Beautiful, was all I could think. His eyelashes were long. Maybe he wasn't sleeping? Hell, even I fell asleep. His eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me. I laid my hand on my hair, self consciously. Did I really look that bad?
"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," I said, my lips tugging a bit. Look at him! He was similar to a child. Adorable.
He scribbled something on his sketchbook, then showed it to me: if anyone slept here, it was you.
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and put my head down. Why did I have to sleep? Really.
"What time is it?" I asked, changing the subject.
He pointed at his wrist watch, which displayed: 7:00. Oh no! My mom was going to be worried, hell, knowing my mom, she might even call the police. I got up and started jumping up and down worriedly.
"Ohmygod, mymomisgoingtofreakI'mdeadokay." I exclaimed , waving my hands all around.
He stood up and looked at me like I was a freak. He waved his hands up and down as if to say: calm down, woman. He took a deep breath and pointed at me, so I could do the same.
I imitated him, my nerves felt like a needle popped their balloon. I smiled gratefully, he bowed. I giggled a little.
Suddenly, his eyes got big, and his smile reached his ears. There was a twinkle in his eye.
"What is it? What?" I asked, intrigued. He made a twirl with his index finger. So, I turned around.
It was sunset time. In my mind, it was camera time.
"Wait! I'm going to call my mom, so she doesn't get worried." He nodded, in comprehension.
I took my phone out of my back pocket, and checked for any missed calls. None. Huh, weird.
|Logan Lerman||as Liam Christopher Black|
|Nina Dobrev||as Lena Rose Winter|
|Hayden Panettiere||as Stacy Hennings|
|Zac Efron||as Mark Walters|
|Victoria Justice||as Victoria Winter|
|Colton Haynes||as Adam Damien Black|
|Cara Delevingne||as Annabelle Black|
|Kate Beckinsale||as Margaret Winter|
|Naomi Watts||as Catherine Black|