Take a look through my eyes.

Part 2 of my drabble war with Valerie.
Taste vengance bitch.

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I was just mentally forming a happy face with the various shapes on my whitewashed ceiling when the cell phone resting on my stomach started vibrating. Without turning my attention away from the ceiling, I picked the phone up and opened the message. I didn’t have to check. I already knew who the message was from.

Instantly the light radiating from the screen illuminated my entire room as I read: My folks are asleep. I'll be there in a few minutes.

I closed my phone, destroying the light, and stared back at the ceiling. The phone, which I had just placed on my chest, was slightly shaking with the beat of my racing pulse.

I reached to my side for the remote and sat up slightly. I pressed the ON/OFF button at the top of my remote to flick on the even brighter television, hoping that the mindless reality show that was playing across the screen would somehow lessen the severity of the thoughts that were flooding my head. It didn't really help. My brain was so intoxicated with contemplation that I could barely even keep my slightly tired eyes on the screen.

Why did I have to fall for this boy? The extremely melodramatic, very difficult to understand, brother of my best friend.

And why did it have to be a secret? If he loved me as much as he claimed, he would have no problem telling other people. After all I wanted to scream my love for him to the rooftops. But I couldn’t.

I lied back down on my soft bed sheets and rolled on my side to face the space that my secret lover would soon occupy. I hated secrets. They burned at my insides. A flood of words that should be let loose to flow over those who needed to know, and my mouth was the damn keeping them back. It was too much pressure. The damn needed to break. The damn will to break. Just how will they react to the chilly water is the question.

I was frightened out of my thoughts by a knock at my window. There was pretty much no time in between the first knock and me pulling open the window.

His nimble body skillfully cross the small, rectangular opening to the barrier separating the two of us and into my waiting arms. He wrapped his thin, hoodie clothed arms around my body and placed his chapped lips on mine. Even though the air outside was freezing, his mouth was still so warm. Then he pulled away from my face slightly to stare at my face and smile. His bright blue eyes seemed to light up my room more than my TV or phone ever could. "I love you", he murmured softly. Almost like a whisper. We didn’t need to whisper.

"I love you too", I whispered back. I was so used to our secret, that I had to remind myself to say his name. "Hunter."