I sat in the darkest corner of my room, my legs hugged to my chest. Ross would look here last because when I ran away from him or my fears, I always ran somewhere unfamiliar. This time was different, though. As much I wanted to be alone, I wanted someone to talk to. I hated that feeling. I hated myself. I hated everyone and everything except Ross. He always there for me. Since we were little, he promised to never leave me. He never broke a promise to me, only to everyone else. He was also the only one allowed to call me cute little nicknames when I was upset.
"Iris!" I heard his sweet and soothing voice call through my bedroom door.
He opened the door and the first thing he did was meet my teary eyes.
He always told me that in a crowd, he'd spot my eyes or smile before anything, anyone else. He could always find me no matter what. He said it was like he could see through my eyes when he needed to find me. He told me that the connection, the sparks between us connected our minds and hearts. He said it's like he could see what I was staring at all of a sudden, knowing where to find me. Like he said, almost as if any place I step was suddenly highlighted and pulled him towards me.
"Iris, you know how much you worry me..." He whispered, falling to his knees in front of me and taking my hands, looking at my arms.
His eyes filled with despair, holding my hands tightly.
"Please stop, cupcake..." He whispered.
Another stupid nickname from my tenth birthday party when I ate all the cupcakes, icing all over me. I saved him one because he mattered most. I liked him when we were little, but I fell harder after puberty. It hit him really hard.
He gently slipped in behind me, his arms tightly around my small waist and his chin on my head. His legs linked with mine as he stretched them out, beginning to whisper sweet things in my ear.
"You're beautiful... Don't forget that... You're my soulmate and that's all that should matter... I love you, you know that... Iris, you're my one and only... I promise... You're my little princess and I will love you like no one ever could..." He whispered, kissing my cheek.
"You won't leave, will you?" I whispered.
"Never. Never ever. Not in a thousand million years."
"Promise over my mother's grave..."
I sighed and turned my head to look at the boy I loved.
I never understood how he loved me. The ugly duckling, but he told me he did and never left my side, so I had to believe him.
He gently and shyly pressed his soft lips to mine, making me blush. He pulled away, making me giggle. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"There's my little kitten." He said, holding me closer and kissing my cheek.
"Shut up." I muttered.
"No. Never. I love you, princess. I love you, I love you, I love you."
"You wanna know what would really make me feel better?"
"Making out, some popcorn, a movie, chocolate, and some video games while cuddling coming right up."
"You know me so well."
He smiled and stood up, offering me a hand. I giggled and took it, letting him lead me to the front door where he dragged me out and towards the direction of his apartment.
I loved looking up at how tall he was. He was six foot and I was five nine, not leaving a lot of height between us, but I still liked him being taller than me.
He kept a tight grip on my hand as he tugged me inside his apartment, letting go so I could go sit on the couch. I got comfy and sat in my usual spot I did before he sat down. The second he sat on the couch with the big bowl of popcorn, he pulled me into his lap and I sat sideways, his arms around me and his chin on my head. He started the movie and looked at me with that look he always did when he picked the movie. Jason Bourne, The Bourne Identity. It wasn't long before he looked at me again with the eyes that told me he wanted to kiss me until my lips were swollen. It was only when we were cuddled up, watching a movie, and eating popcorn when we did this, but I never complained. He just put the popcorn bowl beside me, his lips touching mine and turning to the usual make out session where he pulled me close and slowly kissed me.
I always tried so hard to beat Ross at Black Ops, but it never worked. His legs folded around me with my legs folded, his arms in front, and me in between his legs, against his chest.
"Let me win! Please!" I said, laughing as he kissed my cheek.
"Never!" He cried playfully.
"I won't kiss you."
"I'll tickle you."
"Then I really won't kiss you."
"Yeah, you will. You love me."
"Shut up, freak."
He paused the game and flopped on top of me, tickling me with his larger hands. I screamed and kicked, laughing so hard I was crying.
"Stop!" I screamed.
"Kiss me." He said.
"No!" I screamed.
He gently kissed my neck, knowing it tickled when he did. I laughed harder and tried to push him off. I tried to wiggle away, but he was too strong.
"Fine! I'll kiss you! Just get off of me!" I screamed.
He smiled and stopped, getting up and pulling me to his chest. He went to kiss me, but I pushed him, catching him by surprise. He stumbled back and I darted up the stairs. He glared and ran after me. I screamed and ran into the bathroom, using my body to hold it closed. He pushed on it and smirked at me.
"You're not strong enough." He said, grabbing my hips and pressing my back to the wall.
"What are you doing?" I giggled, blushing as he pressed his body against mine, leaving no space between us.
"Just wrap your arms around my neck, baby." He said, so I did.
He kissed me and it was like no other kiss we've ever shared. It felt perfect. Just the way he was kissing me and the way our bodies were just pressed together.
"I love you, beautiful." He whispered.
"I love you, too." I giggled.
He kissed me once more before yawning and pulling me to bed, cuddling up and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.