Characters: Bree Black and Trace Force. From my other blog Let's Just Fall In Love Again (See LinkList), kindly read and comment on it, too. Thanks. Hihi.
It was past eleven pm. I needed to go to bed. I wanted to go to bed. But, I can't. I was preoccupied, thinking about him. He's been bothering me since the dawn of time. Nothing I do helps me forget about him. I know I should have gotten over him since it was two years ago that we broke up but I can't really find it in myself. He's got this particular hold on me that no other guy has.
His name is Trace Anthony Force. I've known him since I was in fifth grade. We've been seat mates then. We always fought and we couldn't get along. But between those bantering and fighting and arguing, I fell for him. Hard. I tried to deny it. I tried to forget him but I just can't. I've probably done all the ways in the universe to forget someone but I still couldn't forget Trace. What a hold this guy has on me!
I was lying down in my bed, staring at my ceiling. Probably thinking of ways to torture more my younger brother but I know not. My mind was somewhere else.
That's when my phone beeped, someone texted me. It wasn't just a beep but it wasn't just any other beep. It was that beep. The one I assigned to Trace. My heart was fluttering in deep concealed joy.
Why the hell would Trace text me in this ungodly hour?
I sat up and picked up my phone sitting on my bedside table and read the message. It said:
Hey, Bree. Did I wake you up?
I, of course, instantly replied:
Hey, Trace. Nope. Why?
I was now pacing in my room, waiting for Trace's response. I was deep in thought thinking what could possibly be his cause for texting in this late hour that I didn’t notice he responded already. He wrote:
I don't know. Just go down, will you? Please?
I didn't know why but I did. I went down and opened my door as quietly as I can. My world froze when I saw Trace sitting on my front porch.
I was like, WTF?!
'Oh. Trace... What are you doing here?" I said as I sat down to the chair opposite him.
"I don't really know. All I know is that I was heading home but I find myself here instead. "
We sat in silence for a long while when he started to get up and said, "Bree, I'd better get going. I'm so sorry for keeping you up."
"Wait, you never answered my question. Why are you here?"
He waited for a while before answering me, "I guess I just needed to see you."
Well this stopped me in my tracks, "Trace. What are you saying?" I asked. Confused.
Instead, he pulled my wrist and wheeled me around I face him. He put my face in his warm and tender hands, tucked a stray strand of my long wavy hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. I can feel my defenses slowly crumbling down.
"You know, you're actually invading personal space," I told him jokingly.
"Oh, am I?" he held back a laugh.
I nodded. Unaware of my surroundings. Just me and him on my porch under the beautiful moonlight.
"I love you, Brianna Angela Black.”
He started leaning forward. Forward and forward until our lips met. It was magical. It wasn't an awkward kiss. It was melancholy. It left me wonderstruck. All the defenses I've built up around me when I was with him were all now gone. Shattered and in pieces.
He broke away and flashed me that million-dollar smile. I flushed in utter embarrassment.
So I guess that is an "I love you, too"?
"It’s a maybe," I said quite unsure of what I was saying.
He chewed on his upper lip, deliberating and said, "I'm not giving up on you, Bree. Remember that."
"I hope not," I said under my breath, hoping he didn't hear me.
He stared at me, as if seeing through my eyes and deep into my soul.
"Hey, I should really go now. It's almost 1 am. Thanks, Bree. It was fun" he said with a laugh.
"Alright. Bye Trace. Good night" smacking his head for good measure.
He pulled me in for a really long hug that shattered the remnants of the walls I've pulled around me. If there was ever anything left. I hugged him back. Almost on the verge of tears. For the first time in two years, I felt joy.
I saw him pull out of my street with his arm resting behind the headrest of the front seat.
It probably was the best night of my life. So far. I went back to my room, locked my door and lay down on my bed. I couldn’t help but squirm in happiness thinking about our lips meeting. The melancholy sound of his laugh and his force that drives me insane and at the same time, that keeps me sane. As odd as it may sound.
For the first time in two years, I felt content. Happy. And for the first time in two years, I fell asleep smiling.
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