I could not comprehend anything, the sun was setting and here I was heading towards Arthurs house. Walking.

My skateboard was at her place, my head pounded with unfamiliar pain. Pain like I have never felt before. Maybe it is just anxiety. It's probably just anxiety.

My feet were aching, I clutched the bag tighter with each second. I was wearing black corduroy pants with a green cropped shirt. My feet were in black vans and the anklet with the small bell on it rang with each step I took. I played with the beaded belly chain, sighing and pulling away when the pounding in my head didn't stop.

I need to get this checked out.

I was huffing by the time I reached her street. I looked at the name squinting because I had forgotten my glasses at home.

Medusa St.

What a tragic story.

I gritted my teeth as dots appeared before my eyes but I pushed myself to keep walking. I grinned as I saw Art's motorcycle in my view.

I walked up the stairs, my shaky hands holding onto the stone wall to keep me steady. I don't understand what is wrong with my body. Why I am feeling like this, and why the hell do I feel like I am actually gonna pass out?

I knocked on the large wooden door after wiping my sweat with a handkerchief. I looked down at my shoes and furrowed my brows when I saw a patch of mud splattered onto the white sole.

"Oh hey..." She trailed off as she opened the door. Her eyebrows furrowed as I tried to control my breathing. My heart was pumping blood into my body so fast that I could hear it. And this time I was sure it was not because of her.

"Are you okay? Come in." Her large hand came up to my side and pulled me in. She walked me to her room just like that.

Her home was empty this time. No one was here. I could feel my head spin and my throat clench. I grinned at her when she looked down at me. But her expression did not fade. Her eyes were running over my face and her brows were furrowed. Her head titled in confusion.

"I'm good, how are you?" I asked, I could not hear my words. Everything was muffled.

Tears appeared in my eyes but I blinked them back. I don't know what is wrong.

"You are not okay. Here." She said opening the door to her room. Lenon was sitting by the window sill purred. I smiled at her but sat on the bed anyway.

The air coming from the window cooled the sweat droplets forming on my forehead.

Arthur sat beside me and pushed me down so I was laying. My eyes widened as her hand right in between both of my collarbones stayed right there, even when I was laying.

"Lay back. Stay there. I'll get you some water and something to eat." She says with a pointed look and I nod slowly. Knowing that if I tell her I'm good she probably won't listen.

"Here." She mutters gesturing Lenon over who jumps over to a table and then right on top of me. I chuckle at her scratching behind her ears as Arthur leaves.

Len purrs and places one paw inside my shirt, right over my boob. I laugh and try to pull away but she nuzzles her face into my neck.

"Oh sorry, she uh- she cannot sleep without any boob action." Art laughs and I laugh too as she pulls Lenon away from me. I fix my shirt still smiling as Lenon whines.

Arthur hands me a glass of water and I sit back up, my head not spinning that much. I groan but gulp the water down like anything before opening my eyes back up to see hers widen. She offers me a plate full of pasta and I raise an eyebrow.

"I made early dinner." She chuckles and I nod taking the plate and taking a bite. My lips wrap around the cold metal and I sigh at the taste.

"This is good. Did you make it yourself?" I ask my eyes widened and she nods slowly a smile on her face. A genuine smile.

"I did actually." She says and I grin at her.

I offer her a bite and she shakes her head. Mentioning that she had already eaten. I finish the bowl of pasta and drink the rest of my water sighing and leaning back. My back met the cold metal frame of the bed.

"What happened?" She asks, her hand on my leg and I shrug.

"I dunno, I was fine this morning. Until my head started hurting and I was walking here." I mutter, this is so embarrassing. Did I really have to almost pass out in front of her?

"You walked here? Why?" She asks her face contorted to disbelief. I give her a flat look before leaning forward. Talking was an excuse, I just wanted to look at her serene face closely.

"My skateboard is here," I answer and she huffs out a laugh.

"You have my number. I would've picked you up." She says, her fingers nearing my face and I hold my breath. She brushes the stray pieces of my hair away from my face and I forget to breathe.

"Yeah," I whisper softly before taking a very very daring step and leaning my head on her shoulder.

I close my eyes at the feeling of her cold skin against my hot one. Unsurely I open my eyes to look at Lenon to see her head tilted as she stares at us both.

"Marnie," Arthur mutters, her ring clad hand coming up and resting on the side of my face.

"Arthur," I whisper and she sighs. I close my eyes begging and hoping that this moment wouldn't be stolen. Not when I feel like this is what everything has led up to.

"You do know that- never mind." She starts off and then stops. Her shoulder now tense. I trace a timid finger up her arm and then wrap my hand around it. Letting my body stick to hers. Letting our warmth mix and our breaths mingle.

"Tell me," I say, my eyes still closed.

My heart is a heavyweight in her palm and I can sense it.

I can sense the hesitation that lines her breaths. I can sense the confusion and the angst. If only I would've been able to read her mind. Read what lies beyond those dark eyes and the brooding face. Read what makes her herself.

"Meet me by Rolling Cove lake tomorrow around 7." She says and I nod slowly. My temple brushed against her cold shoulder.

I was cursing at the barrier between her skin and mine. The threads of her shirt doing everything to keep our skins apart.

"I'll be there," I whisper, she places her head on top of mine and my mind goes quiet. There is no more static and no more noise. Just- quiet.

It goes quiet when I am around her.

"Fuck the project. Just- speak to me?" She asks and I smile against her shoulder. My heart is wide open for her to wander in and settle down. But maybe there is too much space in it. Maybe not enough. I can feel her hesitate.

"I like flowers. I also like old records." I start and her shoulders tense and then relax again as I squeeze her arm softly.

"I like music. Loud or quiet I don't care. I like rural areas." She answers and I nod.

I can hear the kids running around the block playing hide and seek. The sound of wheels of a bike against the stone path. The sound of glass ware clinking as they're being washed.

"I like art. I just don't have the hands for it." She says and I grin sheepishly.

"But I do." I look up at her. Her dark eyes finally meeting my honey ones and no expression on her face makes me question everything until she cracks a smile.

"Does that mean there's a 'we'?" She laughs and I nod slowly.

"Yeah, that's exactly what it means." I laugh and she shakes her head. The smile on her face never once faded.

"I'll be at your show tomorrow," I whisper and her smile turns into a grin as she kisses my forehead.

Just a little lower.

"You better be." She chuckles and I stomp down on the cowardice and the fear as I lean upwards and my lips meet her cheeks.

I leave behind a kiss before turning my head back down and looking at Lenon who is still looking at us with her little head tilted.

Hellloooooo!!

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Questions:

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