The One of Mine
What I’d Do Just to Get Back in Her Arms
Gerard's POV (for this chapter only)
She was different, scared and broken. I could tell from the moment I first met her that summer before our senior year. She was cold and distant to me and most other people probably would have turned the other way from someone like that, but I couldn’t make myself. Leigh infatuated me and I needed to get to know her; whatever it took.
I never would have thought I’d have gotten this far. She barely spoke to me for the first few weeks, but that wasn’t enough to steer me away. She was quiet and kept to herself but I was determined to change that. I wanted to be the one to get her to open up, I wanted to make her comfortable. I wanted her to like me.
I introduced her to my friends in the hopes that she would feel more comfortable knowing more people; being the new girl in Jersey and all. It didn’t go terribly; she seemed a little uncomfortable, but that’s to be expected when someone meets four new people in one night, four very strange people nonetheless. She did seem more relaxed after that though and I could start to see the signs of her opening up.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something about Leigh that made me fall in love with her. It happened so quickly that I didn’t even realize it until it was too late and I was in too deep. I found myself constantly thinking about her, gazing at her in class and trying desperately to get her in my life. I wanted to be more than her friend and I was willing to do anything to make her mine.
That was why I kissed her. I grew a pair and I kissed her. We were watching a movie, innocent enough, but I just had to make things weird. I asked her about her first kiss and when she said she had never kissed anyone I felt the need to fix that. I kissed her; I didn’t even give her a chance to process it before I had my lips on hers.
They were soft and smooth. I pressed my mouth firmly against hers, feeling her lip ring brush against my own lips. I wanted more, I wanted to go further, kiss her deeper, but I couldn’t. She was a broken soul and this one kiss was risky enough and I knew it. I knew that it would be a while before I could try anything further with Leigh, if we ever even got that far.
That kiss was a defining moment. Our friendship either could have ended or evolved, and I’m glad it was the latter. Leigh, though a little shaken from my spontaneity, was noticeably more comfortable around me. She didn’t hide as much, sure she didn’t talk to me for a few days afterwards, but when she did, it was nice.
I myself played it off as if nothing had happened at all. I didn't want to force awkwardness upon our already odd situation. I didn't want to give Leigh a reason to not want to talk to me anymore, so I figured that not bringing up the kiss at all was best for us.
We picked up just as we had left it, not one-hundred-percent cool with each other, but making noteworthy progress. I wouldn’t give up on her; not now, not after all the time it took for us to get this far. I wanted her in my life. I wanted to be able to hold her in my arms and kiss her like I had whenever I wanted to. I wanted to be able to kiss her with more passion, with more love. I wanted Leigh to be mine and I wanted to be Leigh’s; whole-heartedly and one-hundred-percent hers.
But for now, I would have to settle on a lame platonic friendship. I had to start somewhere and work my way up to her, but trust me, she was worth it. Different from any other girl I’d ever known, Leigh was worth the effort because I knew that if she was mine, I‘d be the happiest guy on the planet.
Though, there was something about her, something I couldn’t quite identify, a certain unnatural sadness I couldn’t see past. I wanted to make her happy, but the only problem was that I didn’t know what was wrong.
She was different, scared and broken. I could tell from the moment I first met her that summer before our senior year. She was cold and distant to me and most other people probably would have turned the other way from someone like that, but I couldn’t make myself. Leigh infatuated me and I needed to get to know her; whatever it took.
I never would have thought I’d have gotten this far. She barely spoke to me for the first few weeks, but that wasn’t enough to steer me away. She was quiet and kept to herself but I was determined to change that. I wanted to be the one to get her to open up, I wanted to make her comfortable. I wanted her to like me.
I introduced her to my friends in the hopes that she would feel more comfortable knowing more people; being the new girl in Jersey and all. It didn’t go terribly; she seemed a little uncomfortable, but that’s to be expected when someone meets four new people in one night, four very strange people nonetheless. She did seem more relaxed after that though and I could start to see the signs of her opening up.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something about Leigh that made me fall in love with her. It happened so quickly that I didn’t even realize it until it was too late and I was in too deep. I found myself constantly thinking about her, gazing at her in class and trying desperately to get her in my life. I wanted to be more than her friend and I was willing to do anything to make her mine.
That was why I kissed her. I grew a pair and I kissed her. We were watching a movie, innocent enough, but I just had to make things weird. I asked her about her first kiss and when she said she had never kissed anyone I felt the need to fix that. I kissed her; I didn’t even give her a chance to process it before I had my lips on hers.
They were soft and smooth. I pressed my mouth firmly against hers, feeling her lip ring brush against my own lips. I wanted more, I wanted to go further, kiss her deeper, but I couldn’t. She was a broken soul and this one kiss was risky enough and I knew it. I knew that it would be a while before I could try anything further with Leigh, if we ever even got that far.
That kiss was a defining moment. Our friendship either could have ended or evolved, and I’m glad it was the latter. Leigh, though a little shaken from my spontaneity, was noticeably more comfortable around me. She didn’t hide as much, sure she didn’t talk to me for a few days afterwards, but when she did, it was nice.
I myself played it off as if nothing had happened at all. I didn't want to force awkwardness upon our already odd situation. I didn't want to give Leigh a reason to not want to talk to me anymore, so I figured that not bringing up the kiss at all was best for us.
We picked up just as we had left it, not one-hundred-percent cool with each other, but making noteworthy progress. I wouldn’t give up on her; not now, not after all the time it took for us to get this far. I wanted her in my life. I wanted to be able to hold her in my arms and kiss her like I had whenever I wanted to. I wanted to be able to kiss her with more passion, with more love. I wanted Leigh to be mine and I wanted to be Leigh’s; whole-heartedly and one-hundred-percent hers.
But for now, I would have to settle on a lame platonic friendship. I had to start somewhere and work my way up to her, but trust me, she was worth it. Different from any other girl I’d ever known, Leigh was worth the effort because I knew that if she was mine, I‘d be the happiest guy on the planet.
Though, there was something about her, something I couldn’t quite identify, a certain unnatural sadness I couldn’t see past. I wanted to make her happy, but the only problem was that I didn’t know what was wrong.
I LOVE the way you've executed this one. It's done perfectly and characterization is just...magic. If you publish anything THIS SHOULD BE IT.
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