in his arms
Chapter 28
“Are you guys alright?” Alex asked from the beach as Anthony carried me to shore.
Anthony beamed down on me as he set me to my feet. “We’re just fine.”
“Uh, there’s a spare bedroom right off the den, across from the bathroom if you guys need to get changed,” Alex offered. Anthony took our luggage from his car and brought them up to the bedroom I would be staying in that night; Anthony offered to take the couch in the other room. I wanted to spend the night with him, I wanted to wake up to his face, but I wasn’t going to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do.
As he put our stuff down, I immediately began stripping out of my wet clothes, and he followed me. After I was in my bra and underwear, I saw him sneaking glances at my half-naked body. I only smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He was a boy, after all.
I changed into the pajamas I would be wearing that night—a loose tank and gym shorts. I made my way to the porch where I found Alex and Anthony sitting on the beach together. The water would lap their feet every time a gentle swell pushed water to their level. I couldn’t hear them from my position on the porch, but I didn’t want to. They deserved to be alone.
I took a seat on a chair that overlooked the water, and suddenly, I felt so incredibly pitiful for Anthony. He had a life, and I didn’t. He had friends and a mom who cared and girls to be meeting and a young life to live that I just didn’t have. I wondered how greatly this change really affected him, and how well he kept himself together.
They sat in the sand together, just talking. Anthony kept his hood over his head, and I assumed it was to protect him from the sun. It seemed strange to me because it was so warm outside.
I didn’t want to be caught staring at them, so I went back inside. I was feeling tired, anyways, so I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch until Anthony woke me up to get ready for the party.
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I knew the party was going to be formal, so I dressed nicely. A tight, white dress with horizontal red stripes to make me look curvier than I was. At this point, I was just skin and bones.
All of Alex’s friends were at the party by 7:30. Alex promised Anthony and I ahead of time that there would be no alcohol or dr ugs, which were our big concerns. Anthony had already assured me that the kids they used to hang out with weren’t those kinds of kids.
Everyone who came to the party new Anthony in some respect, and they hugged him or kissed him and they talked to him for a long while. No one knew who I was.
The night was still young when Alex, Anthony, and a few other fit guys hit the beach and began digging a massive hole. Anthony couldn’t finish it, though; he grew too fatigued. It broke my heart to see him like that. It actually petrified me.
The bonfire they created was huge. I kept myself on Anthony’s lap, absorbing the heat from the inferno just feet from my body.
I listened as he laughed and told stories, reminisced and participated in the conversation. And then, randomly, he went quiet. I glanced up to him and found his head fallen back against the chair, his eyes closed. His breathing was gentle as he slept beneath me.
I grinned and snuggled my head into his chest, feeling myself falling asleep on top of him. And honestly, there was nothing I would’ve preferred over that moment.
Not even the cure to my cancer would’ve made me happier than I was in that moment.
Thank the Lord it's finally the weekend. This week seemed so long.
2 weeks to February vacay. Booyahh.
Oh and I'm like halfway done with my book. About. I'm so excited to get it done (:
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