Opposites

What would the world be like if Gay was right, and straight was wrong? This story follows the lives of a group of friends.

Just as a heads up, I am writing this on a google.docs with my best friend, Emily M. (last name hidden for safety) and you can find her on Tumblr at @artzypaw. We are writing this story together.

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20. Bem

Three Weeks After Nicole Became Ill


 

It was awkward at the hospital when Fae ran to Nickel and so did Jon, leaving Anton with me waiting outside.

“So… What class were you in when Fae called?” I asked.

“You know, History.” He replied, looking somewhere else. I could tell he was trying to avoid me but was having a hard time doing it.

“Sorry.” I glanced back at Nickel and saw her unconscious, Jon and Fae making their way back to us.

They walked out and shut the door, “Let’s go. I need to take Fae home so she can drink lots of water and lay in bed. Do you think you two can find a way home, like carpool?” Jon asked.

“Sure…” Anton murmured and walked away, forcing me to run after him. When I finally caught up to him, Anton had just gotten off the phone and a Limo had pulled up.

“I’m taking you home.” He said and stepped into the car. Wow, he’s really not going to make any sort of contact…

“Thank you.” Adjusting myself in the car I noticed Anton had tensed up. This was going to be a long drive home.

 

 

 


 

It’s been about two weeks since Nickel went to the hospital. She’s at home now, that’s great but her and Fae seem to be spending time apart. I don't really know that much about her life anyways. It confuses me but I guess I can’t say I’m any different. It’s fall break at our high school, for Thanksgiving, and Anton and I had plans to spend time together during the holiday. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and, of course, I’m nervous as hell. My mother is going overseas to meet up with her family and didn’t want to spend too much money flying me over; and I told her that I would be at Anton’s.

I picked up my phone, hesitant to call him.

I place it down.

I call out to my mom telling her I’m heading out and walk over to Anton’s. I’m going to get him back. I put on my coat over my purple shirt, then realizing that my cyan pants looked a little weird with the tan coat. I shrug it off.

When I get to the mansion, I walk up to the brilliant door, I checked to see if it was unlocked. Twisting the knob, the door opened and I make my way upstairs to Anton’s bedroom. Doing the same thing I had done with the front door, I checked to see if his door was unlocked; it was. Peeking through, I saw him at his desk near his bed. He was probably doing homework and I instantly regret doing this.

Taking a confident deep breath, I walk in and close the door silently. Anton still didn’t seem to hear, probably because his floor is covered in a ravishing carpet. I almost want to take off my shoes to feel the fabric in between my toes. Staying silent, I pull off my jacket and place it behind me and double check the door is closed. I grab my courage.

Staying where I am and whisper, “Anton?” Jumping up, he flips around in his chair. His face flushes.

“Bear..!” He stands up but then awkwardly starts to rub his arms, unsure what to do.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” We both cry. Anton runs up to me and on the impact we fall to the floor. Balancing myself, I wrap my arms around his figure. He sits atop of me, legs on either side of mine and his arms wrapped around my neck. I feel him breathe in my scent and I hug him tighter.

“I’ll never push you again.” I apologize. Unconsciously my voice was calm, but inside I was shaking.

“No, it’s okay! It was my fault that I never told my dad about my grade. You were in the right!” He leans up to face me and I feel his back arch under my hands. We’re so close I can see flecks in his iris.

“So we’re okay? Am I able to come over tomorrow?” I ask.

“Yes. I’m not allowed on any electronics or spending Fridays with you, but other than that I’m alright.” He leans closer, our chests press together and our noses are inches apart.

“Wow, he went easy on you.”

“Yeah, but it’s the holidays and he’s normally drunk.” We both laugh and the vibrations coming from Anton’s chest send chills through my spine. Finally noticing our position, Anton leans in and closes the gap between us. At first the kiss was subtle but quickly grew hot. I brush my tongue against his lower lip, teasing him, and he opened his mouth agape to let me in. His taste drew me high and I couldn’t tell who took off who’s shirt and we both end up bare.

Anton runs his hands into my hair and I glide my hands underneath his thighs. That caused him to pull away. The room was silent but we both were panting.

“I-I’m sorry…” He spat, face growing red.

“No, it’s okay.” I sigh, growing a sly grin. Anton pulls me up and we embrace once more.

“It’s just, I’m not ready. I don’t want to-”

“I understand.” I interrupt. Cupping Anton’s face I pull him to me. “You tell me when you’re ready, when you want to. I’m all for it, I love you.”

“You mean it?” He sounds doubtful, but adds, “Please! I love you way more than you think.”

“Sure.” I roll my eyes.

“I do!”

“Uh-huh.”

“I really do!”

“Alright, fine.” I grumble, losing our debate and I lean down, pressing my head onto his thin chest.

 

 

 


    When we wake up, I have no idea what the time was. All I know is that I am entangled in Anton’s arms, his bare chest pressing up against mine. I am where I want to be.

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