Wait For Me

Chapter 13

I can hear my heart pounding against my rib cage.I don't know if he means that in a nice, friendly way or in the intimate and familiar thing that we had.

"I though you have forgotten all about me." I say, swallowing the nervousness in me. It feels like the very first time when I met him, I was all nervous and excited at the same time, but mostly nervous.

"Why would you think that?" His voice is calm, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice at my choice of words. I know that I would a little disappointed, possibly hurt, at him saying that I have forgotten about him, when I haven't, not after everything that happened.

"You took forever." I say.

"I know." He turns away and that gives me a new theory of why he took a long time to get here.

"How was California?" I switch the conversation.

He looks at me blankly for a moment. "It was okay, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I mean, it was just okay." He shrugs. "Nothing special."

"Nothing special? I don't believe that?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Because something interesting must have happened while you over there. What did you do?"

"Well, I finished school. I've mostly been preparing myself to manage the company once my dad retires."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Do you think you can take over your dad's company and run it well?"

"i think I can manage." He nods. Ron has always been positive about everything and that's one thing that I love about him.

"Do you want to, though?"

"I guess. Yes."

"You don't sound too convinced."

"Well, it's not about if I want it or not. I'll have to work with what I got."

Ron has always known that he was next in line to manage the company, so he never worried about studying anything else. He already knew what he was going to get. And I don't know how to feel about that, I do feel a little bad for him, he didn't have to choose what he wanted to do.

"Well, I wish the best of luck." I say. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"What do you really want to tell me?" He asks. I know that I've been stalling, and he knows it too. I really can't hide what I want from him, especially when it comes to what I'm feeling. I was never to be able to lie to him before. "Hey. It's just me." He scoots over so he's close to me, our bodies facing each other on the couch. "We used to tell each other everything."

We used to. I don't know why it's much harder for me to say what I want.

I tuck my hand in my jacket's pockets to keep the intention of reach over to him. "Why did you come back?" I'm not sure why I asked that question, I instantly wish I can take that back, but It's already out and it's dancing inside Ron's head.

"Because I made a promise." He says after a moment. His words hit me in a beautiful and lovely way and I don't know how to control my rapid heart. His hands move up to my face and pulls it up to look at him. I savour his warm touch on my skin and remember how much I missed his warm touch over the last years when he wasn't here. "I'm here. That's all that matters." I look into his eyes, the eyes that I first fell in love with. Those beautiful eyes that suck me in everytime that I'm with him. Those eyes that make me fall for him all over again. My eyes travel down to his lips, those lips that used to kiss her so passionately, those lips that would always be on her at every second of the day, those lips that have touched every inch of my body.

Without resisting anymore, my hands reach out to Ron and close the small gap between us. My lips meet his, the softness of his lips and warmth of his mouth dent electric currents all over my body and that's when I realized how much I really missed him. How much I desired for him, to feel his touch, to touch him, for him to kiss me like this. I missed all of it. And now I get to experience it one more time.

"I missed you." I whisper against his mouth.

"I missed you too." His words make me smile and I forget about everything and enjoy his presence. I know that deep down, I'm mad at him. I know it's selfish, but I hate it that he left. I stayed loyal and waited patiently for him to come back and be with me again.

"What's wrong?" Ron asks me. I can't help but have doubts about Ron, I know that he didn't just leave and was taught how to run his dad's company, he's been learning how to do that all of his life. I know he doesn't want to tell me the truth. To be honest, I don't want to know the truth, if he doesn't want me to know, that means that I won't like it.

"It's nothing." I shake my head and offer him a smile. Maybe he just needs time to figure when to tell me, just like when I was having battles if I should tell him about everything that we were or not. Maybe, he just is not ready. I'll give him his space and at the end he will tell me. Or I'll have to figure it out myself, hopefully it won't come to that.

"Hey." He says softly as pulls me closer to him. I always loved it when he comforted me. It made me feel safe and secure in his arms, like he would never let anyone hurt me, like he would always protect me from all the bad in the world, like he would never leave my side and make sure to loves me right. "It's just me. You can tell me anything." He continues.

Is it you? I don't know how to explain this, but I do know that it's Ron in front of me. I know that he's here, but it feels as if he's not. Is that what happens when you are not being completely honest to one another and you suddenly don't know who you are? Ron never his things from me and I know that he is now or am I just being too doubtful of him? It's different. I know that for sure.

"I know." I say. I kiss him again and this time I make sure that he knows that I'm perfectly fine and happy to have him back with me.

I push Ron away and jump from the couch at the sound of the doorbell. My skin runs cold and sends shivers down all over my body at the thought of my mom barging in and catching the sight of me and Ron alone in the house. Once my mind starts to calms down, realization hits. My mom wouldn't ring the doorbell, she has her own key to get in, which means it's someone else. I let out a breath of relief and dry my hands on my jacket and open the door.

"Hey." Jake stands in the doorway, smiling at me. For a second, I grow a little nervous at the thought of having Ron close to me and Jake on the other side, but Jake and I are nothing more than friends and I shouldn't feel this betrayal.

"Hey." I say, swallowing that feeling of doing something wrong, knowing I did nothing wrong. "Um, what are you doing here?"

"I came to return this to you." He shows me the calculator and hands it to me.

"Oh." I say. I completely forgot that I have given him my calculator, I thought he was here at my house to ask if we could spend some time together or something, but I relax a little more knowing it's just to return something of mine. "Thanks."

"Did your mom get a new car?" My bodies goes rigid as he gesture to Ron's car in the driveway.

"No." For a second, I thought of lying, but what use will it make. Jake lives in the neighborhood and he know what car we have, once Ron leave and my mom comes home, there will be the same old car as it always has been. I decide to go with the truth. "It's a friend's."

"Is she here with you?" Jake asks.

"Yes, he is here with me." I really don't want to have to present them to each other, but it's probably a good idea. It might give him the idea that I never wanted anything more than be a friend with him. Maybe he'll stop and probably forget about me.

I wave over to Ron for him to come over here. "This is Ron." I gesture at Ron, who's standing beside me, leaning against the doorframe, behind me. "He's," I hesitate for a moment. Can I really go through this, lying to Jake, he didn't anything wrong. I don't really want to hurt his feelings but I also don't want to lead him on any longer. "He's a friend."