Finally. It is here. Chapter 2, continued from Chapter 1 which is continued for Prologue. Although, I'm sure you all could have figured it out. Sorry it took so long, but I had writer's block. That's also why this chapter is not the greatest. I'm that happy with it, but I have amazing ideas that are to come later on in the story, and this is just a connecting piece; And therefore not very good, in my opinion. But I'll let you guys read it, and see what you think. When I finish the whole story, and if I ever decide to go back through it, and actually edit it and re-write it and such, it will be better. But for now, this is what we've got. And I promise the next chapter will be up in a few days. I've already started working on it. Enjoy. Oh yes. And this was not published on the 9th, that's when I started it. It was published on the 14th.
"Hey hun, how was your day?" Andrew asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaning in to kiss me. I gently push him away, and twist my way out of his arms. He looks hurt. I sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm just really tired, it's been a long day. I'm just going to go to bed, alright?" I explain, desperately trying to get away. I need alone, to clear my head. "Alright" he replies. I kiss him quickly, and force a smile. He smiles back, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Guilt forms a knot in my stomach. I push it away, and go to the bedroom.
I get changed into my pajamas, and curl up under the blankets. My day replays over and over in my mind, as if it's on repeat. The guilt waves roll into me every time I think about the way Jason's lips felt, and tasted, against my own. I push each wave of guilt away, but they get stronger and stronger.
Sometime later, Andrew comes into the room, but I pretend I'm asleep. I hear him getting ready for bed, and then feel the bed move beneath me as he gets in, and wraps his arms around me. I allow him to pull me close, and hold me tight. I feel his lips against my neck, and his stubble scratches against my skin. 'I love you,' he whispers, his lips moving against my skin. 'Love you too...' I whisper back, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that crashes into me. He sighs, content. Soon his tight hold on me loosens, and the small room fills with his snores. I bet Jason doesn't snore. I find myself thinking, and pay for it. The guilt that fills my mind and body is so strong that I loose control over the tears that I have been holding back all evening. And the worst part is I'm not crying because I feel guilty for kissing someone other then Andrew; for being unfaithful. I'm crying because I know it's not Andrew's arms I want wrapped around me.
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Me and Jason are walking down the beach, hand in hand, the sand tickling my bare feet. The sun is setting, so the sky is a kaleidoscope of colours. Jason is telling me a story about the first time he picked up a guitar. I'm too mesmerized by his musical voice to pay attention to the words they are saying. His story comes to a close, and we walk in silence, just enjoying one each other's company. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he sweeps me up into his arms, and runs out into the water. The cold water that splashes up from his feet hit me, and I scream. He laughs and spins me around. My scream turns into laughter and I grab onto his shirt, so I don't fall into the ice cold water. He stops spinning, and looks down at me. My laughter fades into a smile on my lips. I stare into his eyes, and am able to count 12 different shades of brown; from almost black, to a hazel colour, to a shade not far from gold. All in one set of eyes. I never knew brown eyes could be so beautiful. '
What are you thinking?' he asks me, truly curious. ' I never knew brown eyes could be so beautiful,' I blurt out without thinking. He laughs, and I blush. 'You know what else is beautiful?' he asks. I shrug my shoulders. He leans in closer, until his lips are a mere centimeter away from mine. 'You,' he whispers. Before I can reply, his lips are on mine, warm and soft and perfect. Suddenly, an all to familiar voice calls my name 'Lyla! Lyla? Ly...' I pull away, so fast, that Jason almost drops me. Andrew is standing on the beach, a bouquet of flowers at his feet. He stares at me and Jason, in sheer shock. The pain takes over his face slowly, and I see a tear slip out of one of his blue eye. I want to go comfort him, to apologize. But I don't want to let go of Jason; I'm too scared that I'll never find him again. My better side takes over, and I push Jason away. He lets go of me, and I fall into the ice cold lake.
"Hey hun, how was your day?" Andrew asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaning in to kiss me. I gently push him away, and twist my way out of his arms. He looks hurt. I sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm just really tired, it's been a long day. I'm just going to go to bed, alright?" I explain, desperately trying to get away. I need alone, to clear my head. "Alright" he replies. I kiss him quickly, and force a smile. He smiles back, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Guilt forms a knot in my stomach. I push it away, and go to the bedroom.
I get changed into my pajamas, and curl up under the blankets. My day replays over and over in my mind, as if it's on repeat. The guilt waves roll into me every time I think about the way Jason's lips felt, and tasted, against my own. I push each wave of guilt away, but they get stronger and stronger.
Sometime later, Andrew comes into the room, but I pretend I'm asleep. I hear him getting ready for bed, and then feel the bed move beneath me as he gets in, and wraps his arms around me. I allow him to pull me close, and hold me tight. I feel his lips against my neck, and his stubble scratches against my skin. 'I love you,' he whispers, his lips moving against my skin. 'Love you too...' I whisper back, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that crashes into me. He sighs, content. Soon his tight hold on me loosens, and the small room fills with his snores. I bet Jason doesn't snore. I find myself thinking, and pay for it. The guilt that fills my mind and body is so strong that I loose control over the tears that I have been holding back all evening. And the worst part is I'm not crying because I feel guilty for kissing someone other then Andrew; for being unfaithful. I'm crying because I know it's not Andrew's arms I want wrapped around me.
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Me and Jason are walking down the beach, hand in hand, the sand tickling my bare feet. The sun is setting, so the sky is a kaleidoscope of colours. Jason is telling me a story about the first time he picked up a guitar. I'm too mesmerized by his musical voice to pay attention to the words they are saying. His story comes to a close, and we walk in silence, just enjoying one each other's company. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he sweeps me up into his arms, and runs out into the water. The cold water that splashes up from his feet hit me, and I scream. He laughs and spins me around. My scream turns into laughter and I grab onto his shirt, so I don't fall into the ice cold water. He stops spinning, and looks down at me. My laughter fades into a smile on my lips. I stare into his eyes, and am able to count 12 different shades of brown; from almost black, to a hazel colour, to a shade not far from gold. All in one set of eyes. I never knew brown eyes could be so beautiful. '
What are you thinking?' he asks me, truly curious. ' I never knew brown eyes could be so beautiful,' I blurt out without thinking. He laughs, and I blush. 'You know what else is beautiful?' he asks. I shrug my shoulders. He leans in closer, until his lips are a mere centimeter away from mine. 'You,' he whispers. Before I can reply, his lips are on mine, warm and soft and perfect. Suddenly, an all to familiar voice calls my name 'Lyla! Lyla? Ly...' I pull away, so fast, that Jason almost drops me. Andrew is standing on the beach, a bouquet of flowers at his feet. He stares at me and Jason, in sheer shock. The pain takes over his face slowly, and I see a tear slip out of one of his blue eye. I want to go comfort him, to apologize. But I don't want to let go of Jason; I'm too scared that I'll never find him again. My better side takes over, and I push Jason away. He lets go of me, and I fall into the ice cold lake.
