Wonderstruck

Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.

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Rosy's point of view

"Do you prefer living at home or here?" I ask. We're just asking each other any question that comes to mind because we realise that we don't know that much about each other. 

"Home. I mean, I love having you here and all, but at home it just seems so easy now I look back on it." he avoids asking me the same question and instead asks "What's your favourite book?" 

"Of Mice and Men." I say, knowing he will laugh. 

He laughs out loud. "Really? Are you kidding me?" 

"Shut up." I say defensively. "It's good."

"It's on the English literature syllabus."

"That doesn't mean it's not good." I say. "My go." 

He smiles, sitting back on the couch. "Go on."

"What do you want to be?" I ask.

"The father to your children."

"Oh shut up and take this seriously." I say, but I can't help laughing.

"I want to be a lawyer." he says honestly. "I know it sounds pretty boring but I think it's interesting helping people like that and I'm pretty good at arguing."

I nod. "I think you'd be a good lawyer."

He smiles that little indulgent smile that somehow always manages to make me a little nervous in the best way.

"Plus, women love men in suits." In one smooth motion, he's on my side of the sofa, kissing me.

I always know where he's heading when he smiles indulgently and then kisses me and it's not that he's forcing it. He stops when I stop but if I went with it, I think he would too. It's like a suggestion. I always go with it for a moment and then realise what that suggestion is and stop and he smiles though I can imagine it's kind of frustrating for him. He is eighteen, it's something would just happen if he was in a relationship with someone his own age but I guess he's going to have to accept that I'm only fifteen.

"I love you." he murmurs before kissing me again. 

"I love you." I stop kissing him and just lean my forehead against his, smiling. "I wish I could just kiss you without feeling like I have to take it somewhere."

He frowns. "You don't have to take it somewhere. Am I making you feel like that?" 

I frown too. "I just thought that's what you wanted."

"One day, maybe." he admits. "But not now. Just because I'm older doesn't mean that I'm thinking about that." he smiles a little, playing with a bit of my hair. "I just like kissing you, Rosy."

I sigh, relieved that a worry I wasn't even aware I was concerned about wasn't true. I kiss him again just because that's what they'd do in a film if there was a moment like this and it felt right. 

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