Something In Between

Chapter Twenty-Two

A small nod was my answer. "Likewise, Mom. Dad." I nodded at 'Dad' who simply flashed me a smile. "You can come back anytime, Larissa," Dad quoted. A smile tilted up my lips as I nodded. "I will." Chris wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me up to a standing position and steered me out of the front door. That was before he grabbed our coats and hand muffs. Instead of heading out to my house, Chris grabbed hold of my now gloved hands and pulled me across the street to the playground.

"Chris-topher! I'm knackered - I need to climb into bed right now!" I groaned out in frustration. Chris, however, paid no heed to my complaints and brought me down to a swing. I complied to his wishes by sitting down on the swing. It creaked under my weight and on instinct, I shifted my weight uncomfortably on the swing. "If I bruise my ass, I'm kicking your sorry ass, Valentine." He rolled his eyes at my supposed dramaticness. 

"Please. I wouldn't have let you sit on that swing if I knew it was going to harm one of your body parts." I raised my eyebrows at his unconscious innuendo. Not noticing my change in expressions, he took a seat on the carpet of grass and took my hands in his. I was about to complain some more when he wordlessly took my hand muffs off and interlaced his fingers through my slightly pink ones. He met my eyes through his lashes just as he brought my fingers to his lips. 

I shivered in delight at the contact. 

"I'm sorry," came a hushed whisper. My eyes flew open as I stared into his clouded eyes. My heart slowly constricted at the sight. "Whatever for?" I mumbled against his calloused hands. The old Christopher would have avoided my gaze by now but my Christopher looked right into my eyes and whispered, "For crying like a baby." I chuckled lightly, stroking his jaw. "That's a stupid thing to apologize for. Everyone has their weak moments, Chris." His chest vibrated as laughter flowed out his soft mouth. 

"Little Miss Philosopher," was his hushed murmur against my cheeks. 

I rolled my eyes at that statement. "Now, Mr. Valentine. Care to tell me why you didn't mention Luis and Nikki to your parents?" He mumbled a curse word under his breath. "Shi- I mean, shoot. I'm sorry. I wanted to but I got carried away with the crying and - yeah," he ended lamely. 

I nodded, understanding. 

"Fine. But tomorrow, you are telling them," I ordered him whilst pointing my index finger at the tip of his nose. He pressed a hand to his forehead and mocked seriousness. "Aye, aye, Captain."

I smacked a hand across his head and that was all it took for him to chase after me in the snow. I giggled like a child as I continuously threw glances over my shoulder. That was terrible mistake on my part 'cause in a couple of moments, I dropped face first in the snow. Chris' laughter was followed by a loud squeal when I yanked him down as I gripped his ankle. He tried to stand up but I prevented him from doing so. I rolled on my back and shifted half of my weight on his body. I could feel him stiffening at the intimate position we were in. 

This was punishment, after all.

"Don't feel so tough now. Do you, Mr.Valentine?" I grazed his earlobe with my teeth. His breath caught as he gripped the sides of my hips and pressed a rough kiss to my mouth. All punishments and playfulness were pushed aside as I returned his kiss fervently. 

I could never get tired of this. . .

Jeremy's P.O.V.

Three days later -

I was in a critical condition now. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my teeth was gnawing on my bottom lip. I brushed my fevered forehead with the back of my hands as I kept my eyes on the board. . .

Gotcha! 

Lucy and I were fully concentrated in a game of Scrabble. Yup, Scrabble. I ain't dead - yet. Thank God Mia isn't here. She would have slapped the crap outta me for talking trash. Once upon a time, I would have laughed my ass out at a request of playing Scrabble but it was actually quite entertaining. Maybe that's because I keep spelling out the same name.

"Jeremy! 'Leia' isn't a word! It's a name~" Lucy grumbled through her teeth. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Can you really blame me? I haven't seen the girl in three darn days," I mumbled under my breath. Lucy rolled her eyes at my childishness. "You are whipped, aren't you? I have never seen you get this worked up over a girl before," Lucy stated with a knowing smile. I threw my hands up in the air. "Fine! I'm tucking whipped," I spoke truthfully. See? I can't even say a bad word without biting hard on my tongue.

Once again, can you blame me? So, what? I was whipped. I was head over heels in love with Amelia Anderson and no one can ever change that. Not psycho Tania, not anyone. 

"Morning, my lovelies," my favourite voice said jovially as she strode into the room. If I wasn't hooked to the IV cord, I would have jumped off my bed and ran towards her. But instead, I sat on my bed and smiled like a kid who got an ice-cream after a week of cold. That was definitely me. . .

"Mi-ah!" I squealed like a little girl and threw my arms out. She chuckled, shaking my head. "Alright, kids. I'm off now. You okay, taking over babysitting duties, Mia?" I hit Lucy's arm hard. Mia shook her head at us. "Yes, Lucy. I'll be fine." Lucy pressed a kiss to my forehead, ruffled my already messed-up hair and walked out the room with her handbag. 

When Lucy left the room, Mia stepped into my outstrected arms and tucked her face into my chest. "How was school?" I mumbled against her hair. Since her dad didn't allow her to stay with me for the whole week, she was forced to go back to school. Besides, I was busy having a toast to myself for missing the second term's exams. "Ridiculous. Ms. Hendrickson gave us back our test papers today and I got a 78. Can you believe it? A stinking 78," she grumbled in bewilderment. I knew Mia's weak subject was History but a 78? That is a little out of hand.

"Well, she's an ogre. I think we have accomplished that for six years now, Mia." I decided to defend my girlfriend. A grin split upon her soft lips as she curled her fingers around my chin. "Have I mentioned how amazing you are?" she whispered against my lips. Her hot breath making me think all sorts of things. Nasty things, obviously. I would never give myself away like that though. 

"Glad to be of service," I mumbled back as I pressed a quick kiss against her lips. She protested at the lack of intimacy but I simply winked at her. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against her ears. "If I am forced to take celibacy then you can wait as well. Rain check, sweetheart." 

"Rain check, it is." She nodded her head in agreement. I smirked in victory.

"Knock, knock." 

I grumbled as Mia pulled away from my embrace. She shot a playful wink in my direction as she sat down on the chair provided. My doctor came in with her cheerful aura radiating around her. How does she keep that up when her work place is a hospital? I mentally saluted her for that. "Sorry for interrupting, loves. But I have good news." I lifted my eyebrows at the enthusiasm which was clearly eviden on her face. 

"We have found a heart for you, Jeremy." 

I felt a pang of happiness and sadness whirl around in my stomach. Happy 'cause I was finally gonna get out of this hospital bed. Sad 'cause a person died giving me his/her heart. All coherent thoughts escaped me as Mia threw her arms around my neck and squealed in excitement in my ear. 

I hugged her right back and found safety in the small clasp of her arms around my neck. I guess I could dwell in my happiness for the moment. I was finally getting a heart!

At that moment, I felt like I was being watched by someone but when I snapped my eyes around the room, I saw no one. Huh. Strange~

A/N: I know it ended a little creepily but trust me on this one: The next chapter is going to be an exciting chapter for me to write. . . :D <3 Cote, loves!