Blame Gravity

Chapter 15 :)

He giggles in the annoying way only he can. We stay silent for a while and stare at the ceiling.

"Have you ever loved someone?" he finally asks.

"Like, in a platonic way?"

"Yes, Canmore, I'd love to hear you sum up all your family members and friends," he says and rolls his eyes. 

I think. Do I love Mike? I like him a lot, that's for sure. And I care about him. But... I don't know. "I don't think so." It's quiet for a few seconds. "Have you?"

He sighs in an annoyingly dreamy manner and shrugs. "I guess so."

"Who is it?" I ask before I can think better of it.

He looks at me and smiles. "Why do you care?"

"Just curious. Is it Maud?"

His smile disappears and he looks at the ceiling. He sighs again. Are his lungs not tired? "No."

"Why not?"

He snorts.  I hate him so much. "Hell if I know. I mean, she's great, she's beautiful, she's kind, but she's not y-..." He falls silent.

"She's not what?"

He shrugs and seems to be thinking really hard.  Must be terribly difficult for him, since he doesn't do it very often. "I don't know. She just doesn't... give me that feeling, you know? I have no idea why, and it frustrates me."

"Why are you still with her, then?"

He shrugs again. I hope his shoulders stop working out of protest. "I don't like confrontation."

I burst out laughing. He looks at me and smiles. "What's up?" he asks.

"You don't like confrontation? You debate with me every day!" 

He looks back at the ceiling. "With you it's different. I don't have to worry about offending you, because you'll fire right back. You're not as sensitive as others. I guess that's your only favorable trait." He looks at me and we exchange a spiteful smile.

We stay muted for a few minutes. Then, I ask something I've been curious ever since I found out he's a Sagittarius.

"What's your moon sign?"

He looks at me and frowns. "Does it matter?"

"It does, yes."

He fixes his hair. Why the fuck...? He's in bed! "Sagittarius, as well."

"And your ascendant?"

"You really say 'ascendant'?" he asks, chuckling.

"What else would I say?"

"'Rising'."

"Answer my question." I have no idea what to expect, honestly. I guess he gives off a bit of a water sign energy...?

"Cancer."

"I knew it!" I yell, triumphantly beaming.

"Do you really get so excited over things like this?" he asks, smiling at me softly.

"It's fun."

He looks away, still smiling. "It's really cute," he whispers.

"What is?" I feel my cheeks heat up, and I hate the thought of that. Why do I seek his validation?

"That you get so excited over things that you like." He suddenly looks like he regrets what he just said.

I smile, sit up and come closer to him on my knees. "You think I'm cute."

"I don't," he says, but I see his cheeks turning bright pink.

"Yes, you do! Little Belieber thinks I'm cute." 

"Oh, shut up!"He grabs a pillow and gently hits my side. 

I grab a pillow as well. "You wanna fight, Miller?"

"What is this, a middle school sleepover?" He puts the pillow down. 

"I don't know, are you gonna start singing Baby while holding a water bottle to your mouth?"

He chuckles. "Stop implying I have some sort of Justin Bieber obsession, alright?"

"Make me."

It stays silent at that. Why the fuck do I say shit like that? 

He starts looking for something in his bag. Oh, no. He didn't actually think-...

"What are you looking for?" I aks, slightly scared.

"You'll find out." He finally takes a roll of tape out of his bag, breaks a piece off with his teeth, and pastes it on my mouth. He pats it gently. "Here. Does that make you happy?"

I rip it off my mouth and lick my lips to get the weird glue taste off. "Why the fuck do you have duct tape in your bag?"

"I have a strange mother, okay? Her philosophy is to be prepared at all times." He puts the tape back in his bag. 

"For what? For kidnapping people?"

He bursts out laughing. God, I hate his laugh. "I honestly have no idea."

We stay silent again. I notice it's getting lighter outside.

He suddenly stands up and walks to the window. He opens it.

"What are you doing?" I ask, confused. 

He then climbs over the windowsill. "What are you doing?!" I yell, and I stand up. Is he going to kill himself over me criticizing the contents of his bag?!

"Ssh," he whispers and sits down on the roof. He gestures me to sit next to him.

I shake my head briefly. 

"Come on, Canmore! It's beautiful out here. You're missing out."

I finally sigh and climb out of the window. When I'm finally next to him, I notice how beautiful the sunrise is. It's all different shades of pink, orange, and yellow. It's... it's bewitching. 

"It's stunning," I whisper, out of breath.

"I know, right?" He looks at me, and I'm unable to keep eye contact, so I look away, back at the scenery.

I smile at the view, absolutely mesmerized. It's like a dream. I can't ignore how he's still staring at me, but he quickly looks back at the panorama. 

I put my hand down on the roof, and our hands touch. Well, now I guess I have to look at him. 

He looks incredibly handsome in the early sunlight, and I can't help but imagine kissing him. I lick my lips, and when I realize what I'm doing, I look away. So does he.

We watch the sunrise until that giant ball of gas we find beautiful for some reason is high up in the sky. 

Mr. Simmons knocks on our door, and we climb inside.

A/N This is (for me personally) my fav chapter. Let me know how you guys liked it. Thnks for reading! <3