Wouldn't Be A Lie

Her head was in the clouds, and his feet were glued to the ground. Playing like lovers in the moonlight, but never stepping out into the sunlight.

(In the process of being edited so I apologize for any craziness!!)


14. Chapter Fourteen

Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees


*Holiday's P.o.v.*

The rest of the year whizzed by so quickly, it felt as if I had blinked a couple of times and my freshman year at Lake Heights High School was over. It was summer. I was officially a sophomore, and the recurring problem, Eli was now a junior. Thinking of Eli suddenly brought him running down the stairs with Sam's skateboard in tow. 

"Damn it Eli, give me back my skateboard!" she yelled chasing after him all over the living room. 

Ever since his cast had been taken off two weeks ago, and he had completed all of his physical therapy, he had been almost unbearably active. Eli and Sam jumped from couch to loveseat to chair, and back to the carpeted floor.

"Mom, tell him to give it back!" Sam yelled into the kitchen.

"Eli, please give her back her skateboard," Genevieve said wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"Well she started it. She took my speakers without asking," he argued.

"Eli, please. Holly's here," Genevieve said giving him a stern look.

"She's family now. She doesn't care, right Holls?" he said smirking at me.

The smirk ate me from the inside out.

"I don't care, but give it back," I said crossing my arms.

"See even she agrees," Sam said.

Genevieve gave a small laugh and returned into the kitchen. Eli finally chucked the skateboard at her feet and Sam squealed in glee and ran out the door.

"You're so annoying," I said smacking him.

"Yet, you keep me around," he said winking.

"Only because I have to," I teased.

"Oh, that hurt," he said throwing his hand over his heart.

"Be quiet," I said stepping into the foyer and then outside.

He followed after me.

"Where are you guys going?" he asked.

"Nowhere. Austin and Guillermo are actually coming over here," I said trying to ignore his angry face at the mention of Austin's name.

"Why are they coming over?" he asked crossing his arms as a dark look came over his beautiful eyes.

"Don't worry; we're all just hanging out. It's summer Eli. Come outside with us," I coaxed.

"Okay, but only because you asked," he said pulling me into his arms.

My body fit perfectly in his arms; it was as if someone had molded his body and mine so they would fit perfectly and beautifully. I let go, and pulled him along. Austin was already there standing with khaki cutoffs hung loose on his slender hips, a light grey tank top with an abstract design on it, and his white framed Ray Bans. He waved and I searched for Sam. She was on the sidewalk being sharing her skateboard with Guillermo. I waved back and turned around to look at Eli. He always looked a million times better than Austin ever would. He had similar looking pair of khaki shorts on, one of his football T-shirts, and he had pulled on his regular black framed Ray Bans. I playfully pulled them off and slid them onto the bridge of my nose.

"Be good," I whispered as I went to go greet Austin.

He rolled his eyes and sat on the swing and got out his phone. I stepped down the porch stairs onto the cement sidewalk where Austin stood.

"Hey, haven't seen you in awhile," I said hugging him.

"You too. You look good for someone who spent so much time stuck in the hospital," he said.

"I was only helping," I said smiling.

"I was talking about your concussion," he said smirking.

"Who told you about that?" I asked confused.

"Guillermo and Sam told him," he said laughing.

"It's not funny," I said playfully punching his arm.

"Damn, Holly. Getting some muscle there," he joked rubbing his arm.

"Oh shut up," I said.

We continued to talk and there was no need for me to turn around and see Eli staring at me. I knew my boy was staring. I didn't have to see his face, to know he didn't like me being with Austin. But never once did I complain when Sabrina came all those days just to see him and "help" him with his work. I kept my opinions to myself, occasionally agreeing with Sam's often outbursts about having her home smelling of whore. So he shouldn't be this possessive but what can I say? He's my boy, and I'm already so used to it. All of a sudden, I could feel his body heat radiating off his body and onto me.

"Sup?" he said to Austin.

"Sup," Austin said back.

"How you been?" Eli asked.

"Good, how 'bout you?" Austin said.

The tension in the air was almost unbearable. Eli never answered Austin. Austin rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me.

"So Holly whatcha wanna do?" Austin asked as he buried his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing with you," Eli shot.

"Ha ha. Oh Eli. I don't know," I said embarrassed over Eli's response.

Austin just shook it off. Austin was like that. He shook things off. He didn't get angry. Eli on the other hand, would probably be swinging his fist any second if I didn't pull him away. 

"I'll be right back, I need to talk to Eli, if you don't mind Austin," I said tugging on Eli's T-shirt.

"Go ahead," he said unwrapping a Blow-Pop. 

I tugged Eli away and back onto the porch as he flopped down on the porch swing and begun to rock himself gently.

"What'd you wanna say princess?" he asked smirking at me.

"Wipe that grin off your face. You shouldn't be so rude," I scolded.

"And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don't?" he taunted.

"You know sometimes I really don't like you," I finally said after a few minutes of silence.

"It doesn’t matter," he grinned.

"Doesn't it? So you're telling me it doesn't matter if I love you?" I retorted.

"You said like not love. Besides baby, what do you know about love?" he asked.

"Not much more than you," I shot back.

"Exactly," he said tugging my hand and my body towards him.

My body seemed to gravitate towards him, even though at the time I hadn't wanted to. I soon gave up and flopped down next to him. I felt bad for deciding to leave Austin, but it seemed like he wasn't gonna be worried about me right now. Alyssa, Brent's girlfriend well ex- girlfriend, had arrived and joined us. She was tall and had dirty blonde hair, and piercing hazel colored eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and she had distressed denim shorts and a flower patterned tank top on and red low top Converse. 

Alyssa was our age, and I didn't know how she had gotten pulled into a relationship with someone like Brent. Brent was a junior, well now senior, and he was ruthless, where she was kind. But that only made me think of my own "relationship". Here I was a girl from Portland, Oregon, someone who I assume other people think are nice and I guess I'm an okay kind of girl, where Eli was well rude and disrespectful. But it also lead me to think that he may seem to come off to people like that, but they didn't know him the way I did. They didn't know about the up all nights. They didn't know that this is what I've been waiting for. They don't know how many times the words "I love you" have swirled on our tongues and felt so right on our lips. 

They have never seen Eli cry the way I have. They haven't experienced something even remotely close to what Eli is with me. They don't have to, and I don't want them to. My boy is for me, and no one else. My thoughts drifted from Alyssa's past relationship to my current discrete one, to present day. The world didn't stop for my loving thoughts, but Eli did. He started at my blank face and finally decided to wave his fingers in my face.

"Hello? Holly still in there?" he asked laughing.

I pushed his fingers away.

"Yes, I'm still here. I was just thinking," I said curling up into the swing more. 

The sun had begun to set and Austin had already left. Guillermo still had stuck around with Sam, still fooling around with the skateboard. I noticed Alyssa had left too. I wonder if they left together. The sun kept sinking down and a sudden breeze flowed through the summer evening. Goosebumps raised on my arms and I rubbed them to keep warm. 

"Thinking about?" he asked as he pulled a blanket over us.

"About you...and me actually. About what we are," I admitted.

"And what were you thinking?" he asked taking my small hand in his rather large one under the blanket. 

"About how I see a different side of you no one else does. About when we stay up all night talking or just sitting there eating candy while I read you The Fault In Our Stars. And about how many times you've said you loved me, and about everything we've been through," I said looking at him.

"Well I enjoy and cherish every second I'm with you, even if I'm not always the best, or the sweetest, I do really care about you princess pie," he said as he squeezed my hand and tugged me closer to him.

I let myself slip and rest myself on his left side. 

"You're so sweet," I said teasingly.

"Only for you," he whispers.

"Aren't I lucky?" I laugh, but inside my heart flutters.

"I think you are little lady," he drawled in a fake Southern accent.

"I can't take you seriously when you do that," I said laughing.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and soon the stars came out alongside the moon. Sam said her goodbyes to Guillermo a couple of minutes later, and excused herself to take a shower with a massive grin on her face. 

"I think you're sisters in love," I said after she left inside the house.

"I don't know. Guillermo's an okay kid. He's just really quiet, it's creepy. Then you look at my sister who can never shut up," he said honestly.

"I think they complement each other. She gives him confidence and he calms her down. Besides opposites attract,” I said resting my head on his shoulder.

He mumbled in agreement, and soon wrapped his arm around my waist. We stayed out a few more minutes, but then decided we needed to go inside. He slipped into the kitchen, and I went upstairs to find Sam smiling at the ceiling, talking to Guillermo on the phone. I shook my head and quietly slipped into blue silk shorts and a white tank top. I went downstairs and found Eli talking on the phone as well.

"No...leave me alone...Sabrina...Oh my God...I'm not gonna keep listening to your bullshit...No...Fuck you..." he said into the phone before slamming it angrily on the marble countertop.

"Oh, you heard that?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said walking to the fridge and taking out orange juice and pouring some into a glass.

"She's annoying and clingy, and I don't like her," he said running his hands through his hair.

"Well maybe you shouldn't lead her on," I said examining my orange juice and swirling my pinkie around the glass's edge.

"I'm not. You know I'm not. Damn it Holly," he said pounding his fist on the counter top.

"I know, I just wish she wouldn't bug you," I whispered.

"Holly, it shouldn't matter. You know she means nothing to me," he said pulling me into his arms.

I sighed into his chest and gave in.

"I know," I said.

"Just ignore her," he said pulling away and caressing my cheek. 

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my insecure thoughts. I drank the rest of my juice and headed back upstairs. Sam had already fallen asleep, and it was only eleven at night. I pulled the dark purple duvet higher on her body and left her room for Eli's. As usual. He was sitting there, head against the wooden headboard, arms crossed behind his head, legs crossed. The same way I always found him. He patted the space next to him, the space I always occupied. I slipped into the bed and took out the bag of candy from under his bed. I had started up again when his cast came off. I took out a Snickers bar and tore off pieces and popped them into my mouth. 

"Don't you get tired of eating candy all the time?" he asked.

"Nope, why would I?" I asked back.

"Because you eat it every day," he said stealing the rest of the candy bar.

"And every day you steal what's left over," I said frowning, but then uncovering a Starbursts package. 

He rolled his eyes and flipped through the channels. He found nothing to watch and turned off the TV. He let himself slide down the bed and then propped his head up with his arm. He stole a couple of red ones. He only likes the red ones. He said they reminded him of my hair. Of my red red hair, but that's only after he snorted his bitch or smoked a joint. But that was my sweet sweet loving boy. I could do without the snorting, but I couldn't imagine Eli without a cigarette or a joint between his dry and cracked lips. It seemed so natural, so normal. Smoking was just a part of him. 

He looked at me strangely and gave me a small smile. I smiled back and looked up to look at the ceiling. He took my hand in his and wreathed our fingers together. He kissed the top of my hand and pulled me closer. My body instinctively moved as close as possible to his. We spent a few minutes like that in silence, but it didn't last for long until he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He flipped himself over and I was under him. He put almost no weight on me, and parted my lips with his tongue. 

I wasn't worried about anyone coming in. Genevieve and David had left and Sam was a heavy sleeper, besides we locked the door every night. All thoughts were pushed out of my head, when he reached over and turned off the small bedside lamp he had bought just for me, so I could read to him. My heart throbbed inside my chest and my stomach lurched. His lips moved down to my neck and my arms went up and around his neck pulling him closer. But this still wasn't close enough. I wanted closer. 

I pulled him more and he laughed against my neck. I loved the vibrations he sent down deep into my bones. My breath caught in my throat as his hands moved down to my hips and up and under my white T-shirt. His fingers were rough and warm and loving as they drew small circles on my stomach. His lips were now raining kisses all over my face and my neck. He pushed the white T-shirt up and over my head as he had already done so many times before. His hands moved up to my waist and my stomach bounced inside my body. Our lips met again, and my hands slipped from his neck down to the hem of his shirt. It was pulled up, up, and away, and it joined mine in the pile now collecting on his floor.

"I love you," he whispered hot and heavy against my neck.

"I love you too," I said as my hand guided his lips to mine. 

Our lips moved in sync once more, and his fingers hooked on the waistband of my blue silk shorts. He pulled, but opened his brown brown eyes and met them with my emerald green ones to ask. I nodded and he continued, until they were on the pile on the floor. His eyes took everything in. My matching pink lace, my pale roses and cream skin, and the small scar on the lower right side of my stomach, where my appendix was taken out a long time ago. He leaned down and kissed the small scar. He looked up, his eyes framed with so many long and full lashes. My heart fluttered and he intertwined our fingers as he leaned back up to join his lips to mine again. I let his fingers go in search of the waistband of his black basketball shorts. I tugged and he laughed lowly against my lips.

He let me take them off and soon all he was in was blue and black plaid boxer shorts. I smoothed his hair back and ran my fingers against the scar that his accident had left behind. A small reminder of a mistake made. I gently lowered his head to my lips and kissed his scar. He smiled and I rested my hand over his chest, he put his hand over my chest, and we could both feel our heart pitter-pattering inside our chests. We smiled and he leant down once more. This kiss was different, it was new. It was love, it was lust, and it was my boy in every way possible. 

My fingers ran over his smooth back and his fingers tangled in my red hair. His hands moved from my hair to my back and he unclasped my bra slowly and gently. It was pulled away and the skin to skin contact was euphoria. My eyes rolled back to the back of my head and my back arched as my precious middle joined his. At this point everything was gone. Our limbs were entwined with each other and my nails made marks on his back, and he made marks on my neck. Behind my closed eyelids I saw fireworks and swirling lights, but they weren't the normal kind. They were like Fourth of July fireworks and Christmas morning put together. 

An hour later, I rested my head on my boy's bare chest. His hand wrapped around my waist and the other hand around my heart. His eyes were already closed and I could hear his light snore. My eyes were sleep and love heavy on the point of closing. My precious center was sore and my heart and mind unstable and agitated. My eyes closed, but my heart and mind were still up and reeling from the experience.

I never knew we could get this good. This close. I didn't know you could love a person this much. But I could, I could love my boy this much. I could love my sweet troublesome boy this much. I could make my arduous boy weak at the knees and make him chant that he loves me. And at the same time he could make my body go places it had never gone before. He could make me want him closer, so close we became one. I loved him this much. 

This love was greater than late night reading, hidden candy bags, eating pancakes at midnight, and first time sex. 

This love was us.

This love was unbreakable.

This love was giving everything I had to him.

This love was forever his and mine. 

(All rights and respects reserved to Sleeping At Last’s Turning Page. Hello duckies! Well I tried to make it classy and not like uhm really graphic. Aha. ._. I made some One Direction references to their song "They Don't Know About Us" lol.  Well again thanks so much for all the favorites and likes and for the amazing support and positive comments. Xxx) 

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