Random Short Stories Collection

Her Choice

I glance over my shoulder one more time before stepping in to the dimly lit room, pulling the door shut behind me.  I walk over to the bed my feet making a light sound against the cool wood floor.  I sit on the edge of the bed and close my eyes listening to the far off noises of the party on the floor below.  I lay back on the bed, leaving my legs hanging over the edge and open my blue eyes to stare at the ceiling above me.  I hear the tell-tale creak of the door, followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards me as I let out a long sigh.  I keep my gaze on the ceiling as the bed dips down next to me, and a familiar set of lips brush across my neck, as he lays next to me.  "Are you okay Thalia?"  I turn to face the man beside me and feel my lips pull tight in an attempt to smile.  "Lia,"  He says, his voice low as his dark eyes stare into mine.  

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Blake.  I thought I had figured it out,"  I sit up and stare at his face, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw, and the shadow of hair along it.  I look at his dark eyes, trying to read the emotions in them.  "But I'm more confused now then I was yesterday."  I groan and out my face in my hands.  The bed shifts under me as he moves closer to me and gently moves my hands away from my face.

"Do you want me to tell me what I think?"  I bite my lip, looking at him as his eyes dart down to my mouth before meeting my eyes again.  I nod in response, not trusting myself to speak.  "I think,"  He leans closer so his faces is inches from my own.  "I think what we have matters Lia."  Moments later his lips are on mine as his hand cups my cheek and the other wraps around my waist pulling, me even closer.  I close my eyes and lean into the kiss, and wrap my own arms around his neck and feel myself relaxing.  He pulls back for a moment and carefully works the faded shirt over my head, his gaze never leaving me.  "I think, you're gorgeous, and amazing and smart and funny."  He kisses along my jaw between each word as my hands run down his shoulders resting on his chest.

I glance away my focus on where the shirt landed on the floor,  "Thalia, look at me."  I look up and see his dark eyes filled with concern and something else I can't pin point.

"We can't keep doing this Blake."  I say my voice barely loud enough to hear.  I sit back from him, reaching for the shirt.  "You're my best friend, I don't want this," I gesture between us, "To make things harder, I don't want to mess things up and lose you."

His large hands wrap around my wrists stopping me from pulling the shirt over my head.  "Lia, honey first of there's only one thing made harder by us doing this, and second, I'm not going anywhere.  We talked about this.  If you want to stop just say the word, but don't shut me out."  He releases my arms, allowing me to pull the shirt down my body.  "Now, you wanna tell me whats going on in your head, and don't tell me its nothing, I've known you to long for that to work."

I scoot to the headboard and lean against it crossing my arms over my chest.  "Kyle kissed me, earlier, before you got here.  I like him, or at least I thought I did, I'm not so sure now."  I pause and run my hand through the short length of my hair moving out of my face, "My parents like him, they've been friends with his parents for years.  I want them to be happy with me, but I don't know if I can be happy with who they want me to be with.  I'm confused by all this."  I say loosely gesturing around the room.  "For months I've liked Kyle, but have been sleeping with you and now he kisses me and I don't want him to do it again."  I sigh and close my eyes, feeling the tears threatening to fall,  "I don't want to hurt anyone, but no matter what someone will get hurt and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

A warm hand wraps around my shoulders and I lean against him, resting against his familiar strength and warmth.  "Lia."  

"Hmm."  I say not wanting to look at him.

"What do you want?  Don't worry about hurting anyone else, honey, anyone of us can get over it, if they can't your better off without them anyway.  The only one whos happiness should matter is yours."  His warm hand cups my face turning it towards him.  I watch the soft smile crossing his face.  "I care about you Thalia, even if you decided you wanted to be with Kyle that wouldn't change."  He brushes my light colored hair away from my face.

I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes resting my forehead against his.  "Just kiss me."  I say before pressing my mouth to his as my arms wrap around his neck, and feel him pull me against him as he lifts the shirt over my head once again, quickly followed by his own, allowing me to run my hands over his caramel colored skin, as he lowers me onto my back against the bed.  "You already knew how I felt didn't you?"  I ask quietly as his lips trail along my neck, he nods and I feel him smile against my skin.  I suck in a breath as his lips brush the bruise on my jaw.  I jerk back on instinct.  

He stops and pushes up from me scanning my face and gently tilting my head so he can see in the dim lighting.  He curses under his breath and sits up to the side of me flipping on the lamp on the side table.  "Did I hurt you?"  He asks looking down at me a look of pain crossing his features.  I shake my head and reach up trying to pull him back down to me.  "Thalia."

I sigh and sit up in front of him,  "It's nothing Blake.  It happened earlier, I tripped."  I glance over at the closed door at the sound of footsteps, before looking back at his dark face.  

 He gently cups my face in his hands and looks into my eyes.  "What happened?"  He asks, as he scans the rest of my face, stopping to rest on the faint bruising along the hairline on the side of my face.  His mouth pulls tight as he watches me.  "Lia."  I shake my head and rest my hands on his firm chest.  

"I tripped Blake.  I'm fine."  I lean forward and join our lips in a kiss, until he pulls back again.  "Blake,"

"Lia, you can't fool my honey.  I already said I've known you to long for that to work.  I know you, you aren't a clumsy person, I also know those aren't bruises you get from tripping."  He kisses my forehead, "Please tell me whats doing on."  

I shake my head and scowl at him, "The only thing going on is you being annoying and not kissing me."  He shakes his head grinning at me for a moment, before the serious look returns to his face.  "Fine, you want to know?  You want to hear how Kyle kissed me, and I didn't kiss him back?  He wasn't pleased and tried to grab me, I turned into the wall and tripped over some stupid shoes as I moved away.  I liked him but, he can't kiss for anything, and turns out he's a jerk and doesn't like it when people don't kiss him back."  I kiss Blake cheek before looking into his dark eyes.  "It's my fault I moved to fast and didn't realize the wall was there.  I'm okay I promise.  Now can we continue or are you gonna keep staring at me?"  His mouth lands on mine as he brushes his fingers gently across the bruise along my hair line.  His lips move with mine as I pull him down with me to the bed, reaching up and turning off the light.