'Sometimes we get on a fire.

Sometimes we stop it like rain.

Sometimes when I think that is over, over.

You wave a white flag again.

We fall out then we fall back in.

We're always back where we begin.

Everybody hurts just a little too much.

Everybody hurts but it's never enough.

It's wonderful to fall.

Let's love and risk it all.

I'd rather love just a little too much.'

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Chapter 21

Gloss Kaiser Schlund

You Are In Love

My head is spinning as my eyes flutter to open. The headache is making me groan. It hurts like hell. The party last night was so fun and wild. When I look at the clock, it's already 5:43pm. Shit. I've been sleeping for, like, almost a day. It's raining, and it isn't helping on my condition. My room is a mess. My clothes I've used last night are scattered on the floor. I'm only in my boxer. I think of last night's event, and just by thinking is making my headache even worser. Mom and Richard are on a business trip again. For 4 days. Richard gave me a $300 money. I didn't ask for it. Mom said take care and not to throw a party in the house.

My eyes travel to the rain pouring outside. And my mind flashes an image of Dad and I playing in the rain. I was 9 years old and we were playing 'catch me if you can'. We were so happy that day even mom couldn't make us get out of the rain. Mom went mad at us, said that we could catch a cold and be sick. We just ignored her and continued to play like it's the last day of our lives. Dad was running after me and trying to catch me. And when he did, he put me on his shoulder as he ran around.

My eyes water at the animated thought. I brush it off with the back of my hand, take a deep breath, and stand up. I pick my used clothes and put them in the basket. I then walk over the cabinet and grab some clothes; a white shirt, and a grey sweatpants, and wear it. I head downstairs, my head pounding as I walk through the stairs, then I ask Betty, one of the maids, to get me an Advil. In no time, Betty is in front of me with a piece of Advil in her hand, handing it to me. I give her a thanks and she says welcome and goes back to dusting the antiques and shits in the living room. My eyes keep flickering on the rain. What is the feeling of being able to play freely in the rain again? I ask myself as a smile tugs on my lips.

Without any thought, as if my feet have its own mind, I run outside from the house and the cold driplets of rain hit me, drenching me, my clothes sticking up on my skin. The cold feeling of water is making me shiver. I throw my head back, the driplets of rain hitting my face softly. Just running, walking, playing in the rain is making me calm. It's been ages ago since I played in the rain. It's been ages ago since my dad and I shared a playful moment. Rain makes me calm and makes me feel light, like I've not carried lots of problems, like I haven't been through a lot.

"Gloss, you might catch a cold!" Noah shouts. I look back to my house and found Noah glaring daggers at me, his hands crossed across his chest.

Looking at him, I can't believe that I liked - like - this guy. There's nothing special about him. He's just a commoner, not a king nor a prince. He's just an asshole, not a saint. He's freaking rude, not an angel. His dark hair is tousled, like he just ran his hand through it all day. It really gives him a bad boy look and suits him perfectly. He's like an Adonis. It's like he's the representative of the male's beauty and all. Just by looking at him makes my surrounding fade, makes the noise unaudible, only my heart beat is the sound I'm hearing. The only thing I can see is Noah Gerald Sky looking at me. There's nothing special about this man, but my heart sure as hell chose this man to like. My mind wanders to Beau. He's been a good friend to me. A real friend. I like him. But I like Noah more. Beau was about to ask me on a date last night, but was interrupted by Kaila. She was really drunk and kept shouting about how hot Nero, one of Noah's friend, is. Beau is everything I could ask for. Then why I can't just like him and be together with him? No Noah. Just him and I.

Beau and Noah are very different. Noah is always rude, arrogant, bastard, asshole, jerk. Beau is just an angel in disguise. Except for the sexual jokes he pulls. Because I'm pretty sure angels don't make sexual comments. So why can't I like him more instead of Noah Gerald Sky. Because I perfectly know Beau and I would make a really cute couple.

There's a presence beside me all of a sudden.

It's Noah.

When I look at him, his clothes are drenched, sticking on his skin, his dark hair is very wet, damped on his forehead, his royal blue eyes piercing into my light blue ones. We just stare at each other, listening to each other's breathing. His breath is calm. Mine is ragged. Because of the beauty sight of him. My heart beat quickens my chest is practically bouncing. I just hope he doesn't hear the uneven beat of my heart.

I look away and stare at the dark sky. Even it's raining, there are still stars twinkling, dark clouds swirling above us. I remember Beau, about how he points at the star. He's amazed by it. He always says the beauty of it. He keeps ranting about why he'd like to see twinkling stars, and how he'd like to catch it and keep it. I smile at him. Noah walks nearer beside me and I shut my eyes, feeling his warm presence.

"Tell me," Noah says, almost pleading. I look at him. He's giving me a heavy and intense gaze. I look back to watching the stars. "Look at me in the eyes, and tell me what you really feel for me."

Shutting my eyes, I fist my hand and take a deep breath, ignoring Noah. Why does he want to know what I'm really feeling for him? Why do I have to look at him in the eyes whilst I tell my feelings for him?

"Now is the time, Gloss. Look at me in the eyes, and tell me what you really feel for me." He pleads. Even my back is facing him, I can feel his gaze burning the back of my head.

"It's too late," I say, finding my voice to speak.

"Look at me in the eyes, and tell me."

"No, because it's too late." I say, shutting my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from spilling out.

"Don't be with him. Be with me."

"I don't want to be with you. Because like I've said earlier, it's too late."

Then I run far away from him, ignoring the fact that my feet are bare naked. I just run and run and run. I push the gate and run on the road as the tears start to flow out of my eyes. The pain, the memories; kiss we've shared, the bickerings, the insults, the pranks we've pulled to each other, all of it are coming back inside my head all at once, making me dizzy. My vision blurs because of the tears. I just cry. I'm very thankful to the rain. Because it's not obvious to cry when it's raining. I still like Noah. It's not too late. It's never late. I want him. I want Noah Gerald Sky. And the fact that I want him is making me want to explode. He has caused nothing but pain to me. He's a jerk, a complete asshole. Why did I have to like him? It feels like I'm drowning with emotions I can't even understand. I don't know what to feel. It's like I'm trapped or something.

My feet are aching, from running endlessly. The tears won't stop. I'm trying but it won't stop. Even in my own words I've spilled to Noah, it hurts me. It's not too late. It's never late. It will never be late. Without thinking, I run back to my own house, ignoring my aching feet as my mind focus to him; to Noah Gerald Sky. My chest is burning with something I can't quite explain. I just have to tell Noah something, or else, I'd regret not saying this to him.

When I get there, Noah is still standing there, his face bow down as tears slip out of his eyes. Noah is crying. And it's my fault.

"Noah!" I shout. He looks up at me, and his eyes are puffy and red from crying.

"Gloss?" He whispers, wiping his tears away with his arm. I run closer to him.

"I lied," I say, looking at him in the eyes. I'll do what he requested to him. Look at him in the eyes and tell what I'm really feeling for him. "I fucking lied. I like you, Noah. So much."

He purses his lips as a hopeful smile tugs on it.

"You hurt me. You caused nothing but pain to me. But I still like you so much. It's not too late. I've been telling my mind that it will never be too late. I like you, Noah. I like you." I say, crying.

Noah just looks at me with those twinkling, royal blue eyes as he chuckles as tears slip out of his eyes. Then he runs into me, cups my face, and crushes his lips against mine. Ah, the feel of his lips against mine is so effing perfect. I missed these lips of him. I missed kissing him. I put my arms around his neck and he snakes his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss. I part my lips and Noah takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of me. Once again, the cocoon of butterflies erupts inside me and they flutter rather wildly. There are fireworks exploding inside my chest. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, Gloss." He breathes, looking at me in the eye. "What I've said that day, you're not a bad thing, Gloss. You are a good thing to me. In fact, as cheesy as it sounds, you're the best thing that has happened to me. I like you damn much, Gloss."

"I want to be with you, Noah." I whisper, hugging him closer, tightly, as if I want our bodies to be one.

"I want to be with you, too, Gloss."

He leans down and captures my lips.

And we share a very slow, passionate, full of emotions kiss.

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'Sometimes we're trapped in a circle,

To a digging holes in the ground.

We try but nothing is working.

But I still want you around.'

- LITTLE TOO MUCH, NATASHA BEDINGFIELD -

Word count: 1,810.

D&T: November 27, 2014, 9:30PM.

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