"Do you play video games at all?" Eli sat down on a raven suede couch, in his dimly lit basement. It has soft furry carpet and even a bar further back, but that was all I got a look at before he sat down in front of a huge flat screen TV.
"No, I'm afraid not." It was true, I never have played any games, I didn't feel the need to, I'm an old soul who believes books can provide you more of an escape then technology ever can.
"Is it because of your books?"
"Yes." I finally sat down next to him on the couch, as far as I felt was needed, so I was comfortable. He hadn't turned the TV on yet before, but then it clicked on.
"Do you do much besides read?" I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out, he looked at me, but smirked when he saw I had nothing to say.
"We could watch a movie, you know what those are right?" His voice was still gentle.
"Of course I do." I replied defensively.
"Although, we are here because you find me 'interesting.'" He looked up in thought. "We need to actually talk."
I lifted my eyebrow, "I'm confused."
"Well, a conversation, Timothy." At that he turned off the TV, and got up to turn the light on all the way. He sat back down in his seat crossing his legs on the couch, his body was now facing me. I supposed I ought to do the same, even if it made me tingle all over. I slowly took my backpack off and set it down on the ground beside me, and crossed my legs, sat facing him.
"So.." I said, awkwardly, we were both just sitting facing each other.
"What is your definition of interesting anyway?" He interlaced his hands together and placed them under his chin.
I met his eyes, I couldn't tell what color they were in this light, I was too far from him, and from where I was sitting they were brown. But they're always so much more then just brown. His hair had always been the same, it just looked messier then it usually is, with two strands hanging down. He always seemed to have the same pieces of his hair hanging down away from the rest as if they didn't want to be with them. He never had much of a jawline, it was just cheekbones, he was all cheekbones, and I think it created the illusion that he had a jawline.
He snapped me out of the spell I was under by speaking, "see that right there."
"W-What?" I asked.
"You're staring, Timothy." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why do you do it? The truth. I'll tell you the reason I do. And don't tell me it's because I'm interesting, it's more than that."
"I don't have to explain myself to you." I pushed my glasses up my nose since they were almost off my face, and crossed my arms. I'm never going to tell him. My biggest secret, my parents don't know, my sister doesn't know. I've never even said it out loud. So it's like I haven't even admitted it to myself. I've thought about it, thought about him, almost constantly, on a loop, and I can't even say it out loud. I can't even say because I like you Elijah out loud.
"I don't think I'm going to let you leave until you tell me." He noticed, how stubborn I was being and decided to find something to get me to speak.
"You're going to hold me hostage here, to force me to tell you. I've already said wh-"
"That's not why. You and I both know that." He interrupted.
"Why do you think? Since you're so smart and you think you know everything." I challenged. He wants to fight this battle, fine. I'm not admitting it to him any sooner then he'll give this up.
"I think.." He uncrossed his legs and scooted slowly closer to me, eyes never leaving mine.. "It's because.." Elijah's stomach was now touching my calf lightly. I barely felt the touch of it. His face was now inches from mine, and my breath caught in my throat. He was so close to me, my chest was expanding up and down faster then it ever has before. "You like me." He whispered, it was only very audible. I was looking at his eyes, the golden wonders of his eyes, holding..hope.
"I-I, y-you don't k-know anything."
"Then why are you stuttering?" He whispered, his face still close to mine.
I swallowed, was there even a point in lying anymore? All I ever longed for was this boy in front of me. The beauty he possesses and his beautiful mind. All he holds, is a big mystery I'm unaware of. And the only thing I have yet to find out, it's a big sign just telling me to figure him out, why I'm so drawn to him, why my heart feels as if it stopped beating before he turns and looks at me, why sitting here facing him makes my lungs hyperventilate, and my brain unable to think.
"Because..you're right." I whispered, I broke eye contact with him, unable to say it to someone's face.
"But you know what, Timothy?" He added.
He lifted his hand up to my face turning it back to him, and I was looking into his depths again. "I find you quite 'interesting' too."
Before I knew it, there was no space between us. And I felt lips on mine. Warm lips that tasted of strawberry chapstick. Elijah. Caught off guard by him kissing me, I just now kissed him back. I moved my lips with his, tasting in and cherishing how a perfect boy, with so many perfect features can also have such soft desirable lips. I lifted my hands to the back of his head where they had gotten tangled in his hair. The position I was sitting in would have normally made it awkward, but oddly enough, Elijah just placed his hand on my side and pulled me closer to him. I couldn't get enough of the taste of his lips, and how it felt inside to kiss him. How it felt so right. How kissing this boy made me feel things I never felt before.
I stopped the kiss, not for any valid or any reason at all, just because my glasses had fallen off my face and it was just a bit distracting.
I laughed and pulled away to fix them. Elijah laughed too. "I think that was the best kiss I've ever had." He declared quietly. I was going to respond, but I didn't have anything to compare it to. It was my first kiss.
"Yeah sorry, I w-wasn't exactly expecting that." I couldn't see out of my glasses, I had to take them off to clean them with the hem of my sweater. I could feel Elijah smiling next to me and watching my every move.
"I've never seen you without your glasses on." He points out. I'm not sure why, I don't look any different. The blue in my eyes just stood out more and my hair didn't have anything to stop it from going crazy around my forehead. I was in desperate need of a haircut, but I just ignored that fact.
"I don't think I look any different." I shrugged putting them back on.
Except, he reached up and took them right back off. He folded them up and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"I can't really see much without them on." I laughed.
"I just want to confirm if you're as beautiful as I know you are without them on." He said quietly. I felt my face heat up. "I've always adored blue eyes. When I had saw yours, I understood why." I know my hair look disheveled and tossed, my pale skin as pink as it could be. Why did he think I was as beautiful as I thought he was? It doesn't work like that. It never works like that. Elijah leaned in closer to me, but I had to say something before he did.
"I-" I was cut off by someone's footsteps coming down the stairs, though it ended up just being Lia.
"Eli!" This made me notice that he now put distance between the both of us, as if we were never close at all, and I picked up my glasses and placed them on my face.
Not only that, I looked over at Elijah and he looked nervous and had faint red on the apples of his cheeks, that wasn't present before. He looked like, he just realized, he was about to be caught kissing a boy.
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Skies In Your Eyes (bxb)(boyxboy)Teen Fiction
Timothy Casper is a shy bookworm who is only emotionally vulnerable with his twin sister, Colette. He can't stand being around people, he'd rather read than talk, and only speaks if he has something to contribute to the conversation. He even has pro...