As I stepped out of the revolving doors of the hospital, my mobile beeped continuously in my pocket, and I pulled it out to answered the call.
"Hello?" I asked, unsure of who was calling.
"I heard what you said about me." Shane said in a singsong voice.
I smiled at the sound of his voice. "Shane! Seriously, how do you have my number?" I asked, surprised to hear from him again so soon.
"Ah, I have my ways."
"Wait." I retraced over the conversation, only just realising what he'd first said. "You heard what I said?"
"I've said this before: you should turn around." I could almost hear him smirking through the phone.
"You were sat behind
me?" I blushed, remembering the things Maddie and I had said.
"Yeah I was. A bit sneaky, huh?" He chuckled lightly. "Hey!"
"Once again, turn round."
I spun round, and Shane still had his phone held to his ear as he grinned.
"Hey." I smiled back at him, tilting my head to the side.
"You need a ride?" He asked, holding up a set of keys full of unusual looking charms and keychains.
I nodded. "Sure."
"Follow me, then." He gestured towards the car park, linking his arm into mine as he walked past me. He led us up to a black motorbike parked neatly in one of the spaces; I shivered at the sight of it.
"You've never ridden one before have you?" He smirked in a friendly way.
I gulped, shaking my head. "Is it safe?"
"It's not dangerous
." He said vaguely as he raised an eyebrow. He slid into the front seat, passing me a helmet. I groaned, taking it off him and sitting behind him. I shivered again at the thought that the only thing separating us from the road was a thin piece of leather and metal; worse yet, the only thing separating me from Shane was, well, nothing. I subconsciously wrapped my hands around his waist, and he tensed suddenly, but relaxed just as quickly, trying to hide his reaction. I felt my cheeks burn up and was thankful he couldn't see my face.
He revved the engine, muttering something to himself. I should've said something, but couldn't find the words. Yeah, it wasn't as if I'd just confessed my true feelings about him in there-not that I have any. As we began to move I held tighter to him, trying not to think about the fact that I was on a motorbike.
We pulled up to the kerb outside my house about five minutes later, and I politely invited him in. He gladly accepted my offer, striding ahead of me as if it was his own home.
"So, you and Maddie get along well, huh?"
Oh great, I know where this is going.
"Yeah, turns out she's pretty nice. Do you want a coffee or something?" I quickly changed the subject-he noticed, but went along with it, anyway.
"Milk or anything?" I asked as I began to exit the living room. He shook his head, and I smiled at him, heading towards the kitchen.
I flicked on the coffee maker and got out a mug from under the counter. I placed the cup on the counter top, and poured some coffee into the mug when I felt Shane's warm breath on my neck. My heart began pounding faster, and I sighed, turning round to find he was rather uncomfortably close.
"Y-your drink's done." I mumbled quickly, averting his gaze.
"I heard." He stepped to one side and I let out the breath I'd been holding. I was about to walk away, when he grabbed my arm gently.
"Just friends, huh?" He asked, his voice cold and his face hard.
"Course." I muttered.
"Oh, I thought I was a best
friend or something like that." He joked, smiling fakely.
"Yeah, something like that. Will you let go?" I snapped, becoming impatient. His grip loosened and my wrist slipped out of his grasp, but I didn't move. "Look, sorry, Ok? But I don't see where you're going with this, Shane. I-"
"If you can look me in the eye, and tell me you feel nothing
, then I'll walk away-right now-and I won't come back."
I looked up at him, his face was serious. My gaze stayed locked on his sad green eyes, almost mournful in a way.
"There's a difference between can't and don't." He interrupted me. I sighed, feeling the presence of a stinging tear sitting in the corner of my eye.
I felt like screaming out "You can't ever leave!"
but at the same time I wanted to look at him and say "Go ahead and walk out the door."
"I- I don't know." I hung my head, frowning. He tipped up my chin, his thumb tracing over the shape of my lips. I shook my head, turning away. His hand moved to my cheek, and he ran his fingers down my neck and along my spine. Goosebumps ran up my arms, and I tried stepping back to find that there was nowhere to actually step.
"Don't." I muttered as he pressed his lips to my collarbone, and then to my cheek. I pushed my hands against his chest, trying not very hard to push him away.
"You want me to leave?" He stood back, his hands sliding along my sides and down to my own hands as he did.
"No." I gasped when I realised I'd said it out loud. I saw his face light up.
He smiled down at me, squeezing my hands gently. "Good."
You know what "Normal" is? A setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that.