When We Collide √

Chapter 74

Fidgeting with my fingernails, I try to figure out something to say to Amell after his outburst about his brother. I clearly had the wrong assumptions about him, but he too had gone through harsh times himself. I wouldn't say I know what he's been through even though I'd gone through worse losing a mother is quite worse. I don't know why or how, but I scooted closer to him placing the frozen yoghurt cup to my side.

"Hey -," I whisper and looked at him."-  I know you miss him but you have to move on," clearly my mouth needs a filter. Amell goes stiff when my hand encases his and I gently squeeze. Turning around he looks at me with hooded eyes." Have you tried moving on ?" He asks and my heart stops

"From what?"

"Your mom's you know," he tenses once again

I let go of his hand and stare up at the huge canopy surrounding us. An eerie tranquility engulfs us apart from the occasional hooting for some owl.

"No," I choke out unable to hide the resurfacing memories and I feel a tear drop. Turning away from Amell ,I wipe the lone tear furiously. This time Amell scoots closer making our thighs brush against each other. "Moving on is hard -," he whispers,"- but it's not impossible, "he finishes.

Amell gently wraps my frail body around his arms and my head on it's own accord moves downwards to his chest. I deeply inhale his manly scent mixed with his signature scent. He rubs me gently, too gently for my own good because I snuggle deeper into his chest. I don't know why but it feels amazing to be held that way, no one had ever been this intimate with me and more so a guy, I rarely hugged people let alone snuggle into a soccer players' chest. This was a foreign feeling,something I've never felt before and for a moment I actually considered the thought that Amell actually cared. I felt him brush my hair slightly and it felt amazing - no wonder dogs liked it - I sighed in satisfaction.

"You have great hair Boots," Amell retorts and I instantly heat up. It seems as though everything about him brings a swirl of emotions inside me, a whirl wind of feelings and it's different. He makes me nervous, he makes my stomach flutter, I blush each time he says something good, his eyes they're like a deep blue abyss and I just want to fall into them and never see the bottom, I hate to admit it but I like his company but then again he makes me pull at my hair he frustrates me he makes me cry more often that I'm prone to, he makes me scream, I hate him then again I don't he confuses me everything about him confuses me, one day he's so nice and charming and the next we both can't stand each other. No I can't get any close, we're so different, no! I'm so different. I'm not good for him....no!He's not good for me yeah, that's it Amell isn't good enough for me. 

I gently push myself out of Amell's embrace ," We gotta go, it's getting late ,"I tell as I push back a chunk of hair behind my ear.

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"Soooo -," Aiden drops down on the couch next to me. The way he prolonged the so made me roll my eyes because I knew exactly what he wanted to inquire about."- how was it, oh oh did you guys smooch you know,"he insisted excitedly as he did a weird expression with his mouth and I gagged. It was Sunday afternoon both Aiden and I were still in our PJs and seated on the old couch on the porch. He kept on bugging me about my previous night with Amell and I was more than glad that I didn't find him home when Amell dropped me off. I had immediately gone to sleep after receiving a goodnight text from Amell incorporated with a smiley face. I vividly remember the prolonged smile on my face when I saw that text.

"Hey! I'm talking to you ," Aiden shouts at me whilst he frantically waves his palm over my face. "Oh, it was okay,"

"Really?"

I shrug ",Yeah,"

Aiden cocks his head at me and I immediately know that something is brewing in his head, I hate how good he is at reading people or maybe at simply reading me.