homerun
part #58
i saw the last car pull away and i walked back into pats room. he was sitting up in his bed still, and he patted a spot next to him. i sat down gently to not rock the bed.
"how are you feeling?" i asked him.
"pretty okay. that cake really hit the spot." he said with a smile.
"i'm glad." i said, and he took my hand and intertwined it with his.
"you still have the bracelet." he commented.
"of course, i'm not going to take it off. except for soccer. sorry baby i have to." i said, looking over at him. he was just staring at me, with that look on his face.
"what ?" i asked.
"what?" he asked.
"why are you looking at me like that?" i asked.
"like what?" he asked, clearly confused.
"like you can't believe your eyes." i said.
"i can't." he said with a smile.
"it's just me pat. nothing special." i said.
"nothing special?" he asked. "devon, you are easily the most beautiful girl i know." he clarified.
"stop that." i said, turning away. my face was turning red. but he couldn't mean anything like that. there were clearly prettier girls than me, and a lot skinnier. my eyes started to water, but i managed to keep the tears in. i knew better than to doubt pat, but now, there was no possible way he could be serious.
"stop what? devon turn around and look at me." he said. i stared at the wall.
"devon. look at me. please." i grudgingly turned to face him.
"baby don't cry." he said.
"but pat." i said, tears started to spill over. "how can you possibly mean any of that? i've never been more than average, and, well below average. and here you sit saying i'm the most beautiful girl. pat please don't lie to me. because stupid girls like me believe the lies guys like you say. and i usually end up getting hurt because of them."
"devon. i would never lie to you about that. how can i prove that i love you and every single part of you?"
"i don't know." i said, sliding down my feet and laying my head of one of his pillows. he did the same, but he did a little slower and more gingerly. he eventually got there, and took my hands in his.
"alright, i'll explain each." he said. "first, " he began, reaching his good hand over to stroke my face. "you are very pretty. you have big, brown eyes, and in the light, they have outer edges of green."
"wow, no one ever notices that." i commented.
"i did." he said. he then poked my nose. "i love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. and your lips." he began. "your lips are amazing, the way you let yours touch mine."
"like what?" i asked.
"would you like me to show you?" he asked.
i just nodded my head. his hand stroked my cheek, and we got closer and he kissed me passionately. then his hand went onto the small of my back, and i wrapped my arms around his neck gingerly, trying not to hurt him. i started to get lightheaded, so i pulled away, and said breathlessly "i believe you."
"wait." he said breathlessly. "i just have one more thing to say."
"what?" i asked.
"well i do look at you because i feel like i'm the luckiest guy in the world. and you make me feel that way devon. i've always thought you were pretty, and i've always in one way wanted you. and then i finally met you. you showed me a whole different side that any guy would be lucky enough to see, and can you just tell me, what did i do to deserve this?"
"well, to clarify things, i've always thought of you as good-looking, but i never thought you would be, to my 'type.' i thought you were typical jock who went for the skinny, blonde haired blue eyed cheerleader. so i was surprised when you asked me out. and you deserve me because you took me at my worst. in my darkest hour you were there for me, and you saw through every single one of my imperfections to make me feel whole again. so you definitely deserve me." i said.
"and another thing." he said. "i've always sort of pictured me with you. well not exactly you, but someone like you. but i only got lucky enough to have so much better." he said.
"pat." i began, and he put a finger to my lips.
"i have another question." he said.
"okay shoot."
"why were you late? i personally thought i was gonna cry if you weren't here soon." he said. "with everyone together, it doesn't make it right if your not there, actually it makes it hurt."
"huh, well its not just me then." i said "i feel the same way."
"good." he said, and he proceded to kiss me as passionately as he did before.
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