I Want to be Loved By You
Beautiful
"Ok, ready for this?" I asked Nate seriously. He nodded his head and I took a deep breath, focusing. I can't screw this up. I must get this right.
I raised my arm and without thinking, and released. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the outcome but peeked through my cracked eyes like a child during a horror film.
"Yes!" I cheered. I beamed at Nate who was grinning proudly at me.
Nate and I were throwing noodles across the room. Yes, you heard me right. It started out me cooking spaghetti for us, but Nate intervened with his brilliant ideas. And to be honest with you, I'm not sure if that was sarcasm or not.
"Wait, wait. Before we eat, we have to see if the noodles are cooked properly," Nate had told me. I was just about to scoop them into a bowl for us, but he smacked my hand away.
I looked at him like he had suddenly grown three eyes. "They're floppy, and slimy and...noodly. Of course they're done," I explained to him.
Nate rolled his eyes at me. "Come on, Mac. My mum and I used to always test the noodles by throwing them at the wall. If they stuck, then they were done."
Again, I looked at him like he was crazy. Except now, I looked at him like I would look at an escaped mental patient. But I let him have his moment, and watched as he proceeded to throw noodles at the wall. I gingerly picked up a noodle and limply tossed it. But I watched embarrassed as it fell to the ground.
Nate sucked in a breath. "That was pitiful. I bet you couldn't even manage to reach the top of that self." He gestured to the wooden shelf holding multiple books and photo frames.
I snorted. "You're on. If I win, you have to..." I trailed off lost in thought. I contemplated many ideas that could give the guy a run for his money. When brilliance struck, I grinned at him evilly. "If I win you have to go outside and scream the song "I'm a Little Teapot" while doing the motions," I said proudly.
He looked at me confused and I gaped at him in shock. "You don't know what the little teapot is?" I accused. Nate nodded his head to confirm my accusation which caused me to gasp. "You know...I'm a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle here is my spout," I sang softly. Nate covered his mouth obviously trying to cover up his laughs but I continued, "When I get all steamed up I just shout. Tip me over, pour me out.
"I'm a very special pot, it's true. Here's an example of what I can do. I can turn my handle into a spout. Tip me over, pour me out," I finished. Nate clapped his large hands while smiling.
"That was an extraordinary performance," he mused.
"You," I pointed to him, "should not lie to benefit my self being. But I'll take it. Now what do you get out of all of this if I lose?" I asked him. A stupid grin had not been wiped off my face, and was matched on Nate's.
"If I win you have to kiss me," Nate said bluntly. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and I rolled my eyes. Now I had to win.
So here we are now, with me fist pumping in the air while Nate holds his head in his hands.
"That's right, loser! You're a little teapot and you have to tell everyone!" I cheered.
"It doesn't matter if I won or lost, babe. By the end of tonight, I'll get that kiss," Nate told me. His whole face transforms into a half smirk. A knowing one, like he has a secret. I notice even little dimples come to join the party.
"Don't hold your breath," I answer him sharply. But the fact of the matter is, his gruff yet soft voice pulls me in. His dark brown eyes that expose all of his emotions grip my heart and tug at it. Everything about him had me entranced.
I just couldn't let it get any further than our playful banter for now.
Wasting no time, he stomped out the door while throwing me glares. I only smiled at him. Nothing could ruin this for me. I had beaten him fair and square, and now he had to pay for doubting me in the first place.
When we reached the parking lot I was struck with the icy air, and started to shiver. I covered up my chattering teeth by humming to myself. I saw Nate walk to a nearby bench then stand up. He raised his muscular arms making him vulnerable then shouted, "This goes out to the lovely, Maci!" He pointed at me. I blushed and waved him off. But to get into the spirit of things, I jumped up and down whilst clapping my hands.
"I'm a little teapot! Short and stout! here is my handle, here is my spout!" Nate's hoarse voice rang through the empty lot. I watched in amusement as his stiff body jerks and juts. "When I get all steamed up I just shout! Tip me over, pour me out!" Nate jumped off the bench dramatically and sways his nonexistent hips as he walks over to me. I laugh at his attempts.
Nate bows low, then springs back up once he reaches me. He sticks a hand out and I figure he is asking me to dance. To tease him, I back away from him. But he only presses further. We continue this unspoken argument for several more minutes before I give in to him. My cold fingers grasp his hands and he leads me directly under a lamp post.
Nate pulls me into him. My uncertain hazel eyes never pulled away from his determined brown ones. His warmth radiated off him and comforted me. Nate's strong arms gripped my fragile body. We swayed to a music that's only heard by us, and moved in perfect sync. He interpreted my steps, and I understood his. Slowly, he dipped me low so my long brown hair nearly reached the damp asphalt beneath us. I felt his hot breath puff against my neck and I shivered from the sensation.
He pulled me back up quickly and I was face to face with him. I'm unsure how long we stood their, drinking each others' expressions up, but I was able to see every knick and every cranny that took place there.
"I'm a very special pot, it's true. Here's an example of what I can do. I can turn my handle into a spout. Tip me over, pour me out," Nate whispered. I threw my head back and laughed. I detached myself from him, the smile never fading. He still had a grip on my hand and allowed me to pull him along. We walked along in a comfortable silence, but it soon turned uncomfortable once we reentered his apartment. My sudden burst of confidence and ease was soon swept away.
What was I supposed to do now? I wasn't ready for all of this; a relationship or a growing one is just...unimaginable right now.
The events of today finally settled in and drowsiness came with is. My legs became weak. I stubble to support my weight and soon Nate's arms were around my waist. I was far too tired to deny him so now I allowed him to guide me. My eyes drooped and and my hearing went in and out. I was close to sleep now, and was unsure of everything that took place.
It felt as though Nate had swooped me off my feet - literally - and placed me on a soft platform. I nuzzled further, enjoying the feeling. He gently stroked my head then moved down to my feet to remove the constricting shoes.
He placed a blanket on me and kissed my temple softly. That's when I finally fell asleep.
I raised my arm and without thinking, and released. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the outcome but peeked through my cracked eyes like a child during a horror film.
"Yes!" I cheered. I beamed at Nate who was grinning proudly at me.
Nate and I were throwing noodles across the room. Yes, you heard me right. It started out me cooking spaghetti for us, but Nate intervened with his brilliant ideas. And to be honest with you, I'm not sure if that was sarcasm or not.
"Wait, wait. Before we eat, we have to see if the noodles are cooked properly," Nate had told me. I was just about to scoop them into a bowl for us, but he smacked my hand away.
I looked at him like he had suddenly grown three eyes. "They're floppy, and slimy and...noodly. Of course they're done," I explained to him.
Nate rolled his eyes at me. "Come on, Mac. My mum and I used to always test the noodles by throwing them at the wall. If they stuck, then they were done."
Again, I looked at him like he was crazy. Except now, I looked at him like I would look at an escaped mental patient. But I let him have his moment, and watched as he proceeded to throw noodles at the wall. I gingerly picked up a noodle and limply tossed it. But I watched embarrassed as it fell to the ground.
Nate sucked in a breath. "That was pitiful. I bet you couldn't even manage to reach the top of that self." He gestured to the wooden shelf holding multiple books and photo frames.
I snorted. "You're on. If I win, you have to..." I trailed off lost in thought. I contemplated many ideas that could give the guy a run for his money. When brilliance struck, I grinned at him evilly. "If I win you have to go outside and scream the song "I'm a Little Teapot" while doing the motions," I said proudly.
He looked at me confused and I gaped at him in shock. "You don't know what the little teapot is?" I accused. Nate nodded his head to confirm my accusation which caused me to gasp. "You know...I'm a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle here is my spout," I sang softly. Nate covered his mouth obviously trying to cover up his laughs but I continued, "When I get all steamed up I just shout. Tip me over, pour me out.
"I'm a very special pot, it's true. Here's an example of what I can do. I can turn my handle into a spout. Tip me over, pour me out," I finished. Nate clapped his large hands while smiling.
"That was an extraordinary performance," he mused.
"You," I pointed to him, "should not lie to benefit my self being. But I'll take it. Now what do you get out of all of this if I lose?" I asked him. A stupid grin had not been wiped off my face, and was matched on Nate's.
"If I win you have to kiss me," Nate said bluntly. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and I rolled my eyes. Now I had to win.
So here we are now, with me fist pumping in the air while Nate holds his head in his hands.
"That's right, loser! You're a little teapot and you have to tell everyone!" I cheered.
"It doesn't matter if I won or lost, babe. By the end of tonight, I'll get that kiss," Nate told me. His whole face transforms into a half smirk. A knowing one, like he has a secret. I notice even little dimples come to join the party.
"Don't hold your breath," I answer him sharply. But the fact of the matter is, his gruff yet soft voice pulls me in. His dark brown eyes that expose all of his emotions grip my heart and tug at it. Everything about him had me entranced.
I just couldn't let it get any further than our playful banter for now.
Wasting no time, he stomped out the door while throwing me glares. I only smiled at him. Nothing could ruin this for me. I had beaten him fair and square, and now he had to pay for doubting me in the first place.
When we reached the parking lot I was struck with the icy air, and started to shiver. I covered up my chattering teeth by humming to myself. I saw Nate walk to a nearby bench then stand up. He raised his muscular arms making him vulnerable then shouted, "This goes out to the lovely, Maci!" He pointed at me. I blushed and waved him off. But to get into the spirit of things, I jumped up and down whilst clapping my hands.
"I'm a little teapot! Short and stout! here is my handle, here is my spout!" Nate's hoarse voice rang through the empty lot. I watched in amusement as his stiff body jerks and juts. "When I get all steamed up I just shout! Tip me over, pour me out!" Nate jumped off the bench dramatically and sways his nonexistent hips as he walks over to me. I laugh at his attempts.
Nate bows low, then springs back up once he reaches me. He sticks a hand out and I figure he is asking me to dance. To tease him, I back away from him. But he only presses further. We continue this unspoken argument for several more minutes before I give in to him. My cold fingers grasp his hands and he leads me directly under a lamp post.
Nate pulls me into him. My uncertain hazel eyes never pulled away from his determined brown ones. His warmth radiated off him and comforted me. Nate's strong arms gripped my fragile body. We swayed to a music that's only heard by us, and moved in perfect sync. He interpreted my steps, and I understood his. Slowly, he dipped me low so my long brown hair nearly reached the damp asphalt beneath us. I felt his hot breath puff against my neck and I shivered from the sensation.
He pulled me back up quickly and I was face to face with him. I'm unsure how long we stood their, drinking each others' expressions up, but I was able to see every knick and every cranny that took place there.
"I'm a very special pot, it's true. Here's an example of what I can do. I can turn my handle into a spout. Tip me over, pour me out," Nate whispered. I threw my head back and laughed. I detached myself from him, the smile never fading. He still had a grip on my hand and allowed me to pull him along. We walked along in a comfortable silence, but it soon turned uncomfortable once we reentered his apartment. My sudden burst of confidence and ease was soon swept away.
What was I supposed to do now? I wasn't ready for all of this; a relationship or a growing one is just...unimaginable right now.
The events of today finally settled in and drowsiness came with is. My legs became weak. I stubble to support my weight and soon Nate's arms were around my waist. I was far too tired to deny him so now I allowed him to guide me. My eyes drooped and and my hearing went in and out. I was close to sleep now, and was unsure of everything that took place.
It felt as though Nate had swooped me off my feet - literally - and placed me on a soft platform. I nuzzled further, enjoying the feeling. He gently stroked my head then moved down to my feet to remove the constricting shoes.
He placed a blanket on me and kissed my temple softly. That's when I finally fell asleep.
Notes
So what do you guys think? Team Laci, or team Mate? Personally, I'm leaning towards Mate...but what about you?I also would like to know if you guys want me to do a chapter in Nate's point of view. Just comment below to let me know!
Woah, guys that rhymed....
Anyways, from now on, I'm going to try and name chapters after songs. Sometimes the title, sometimes a line from the song. This song is "Beneath Your Beautiful" by Labrinth. It's a good song, you should give it a listen :)
Feedback is much appreciated. I love to hear from y'all :)
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