"Can I ask you something?" The boy in the next swing beside me asked. I swayed gently alongside the wing taking in the silence that resided the empty park. It was a cool and crisp autumn day.
I look over at the brunette boy with disheveled hair and gorgeous eyes. It the sun were in the right spot, they'd turn into a honey brown that instantly became inexplicably irresistible.
"What's up?"
"If we hadn't met the way that we did a while back, would you think we'd even be friends?" My eyes avert away from the slim boy; Tucker was his name. I thought for a moment. I met him at a party after finding him alone in the vacant basement of the house. Apparently, social gatherings and house parties weren't a thing of his, and to my advantage, neither was it mine.
I'd consider us to be opposites besides our shared taste in introversion. However, I don't know if we would have spoken if I had acquainted myself with him elsewhere.
"I don't know..I would like to think that there's a right time for everything and that our choices had let up to our meeting for a reason. It brought a lot of good..so why bother thinking about it?" I share and meet his eyes again.
I had pegged him to be about my age: twenty or the latter number of twenty-one. But, apparently I was way off and he was blessed with not only strikingly good looks, but a youthful glow. He looked great for the ripening age of twenty-three.
"I brought a lot of good huh? you're just saying that to make me feel better for my lack of people skills." he chuckled and leaned forward bending down and picked up a rock.
He had a history of being emotionally distant. Hence the lack of friends and a box load of introversion. He claimed to be comfortable being alone. That way, he didn't have to deal with betrayal or heartbreak.
Come to think of it..what made me the exception?
I tried suppressing my grin, but failed miserably, only to laugh. "Trust me Tuck, I would never sugar coat it. You of all people should know that."
"Okay..answer me this then," While dropping the rock back to its original place, he gripped the rust coated metal swing and began to follow my rhythm of gentle sways. "Why have you stuck around all this time knowing all too well that I could just instantly become emotionally unavailable to you? I've tried piecing it together and all I can think of is you're either desperate for the company or there's more to it than what you're telling me."
I stopped swinging and stared at him.
"Not a lot of people easily put up with me. So, I guess what I'd really like to know is..what do you want?"
I feel my stomach drop to the floor and I'm at a loss for words. Surely, he's not asking me what I think he's asking me?
"I don't understand what you're asking me. I'm here because I like being around you..what more could I want from that?" My hands begin to feel clammy around the swing's chain and I'm suddenly nervous.
He simply gives me a look as if to tell me that it was blatantly obvious. His eyes then move to my lips and back to me once again. "I'm asking If you need something from me. A part that needs to be played. Something bigger than just a friend."
Oh gosh.
My cheeks heat up and I nervously laugh, quickly standing while taking a hold of my backpack. I'm again, at a loss of words and can feel him mirroring my actions.
He must have moved closer because in an instant I can feel his frame towering over mine. I turn to look at him and quickly, he moves closer.
His face is just inches from mine. The familiar scent of him is intoxicating and for a moment I'm lost.
"so?" He whispers, gently placing his hands on my hips eliminating any source of space between our bodies.
"I need something.." I softly say.
His lips barely brush mine as he continues to stare at me with his gentle eyes.
"what?" One hand has removed itself from my waist and was now firmly, but tenderly holding my cheek brushing the pad of his thumb along my skin.
"You." I whisper only to have it disappear once our lips seal together with a kiss.
