Wishin' On A Comet

Ross's P.O.V

I woke up with a smile on my face, for possibly the first time ever in my life. I realized that i'm in love, with Lena Paterson. The smile widened, as I laid their listening to Lena softly purr out breath while she sleeped. It was like she was here with me. I wish she was, I want to be the person she sees before she falls asleep at night, and the first she see's when she wakes up. I love her. Okay, Love may be a big word, but, i'm willing to say it. I want to know everything about her, her fears, her dreams, her deepest thoughts. she's the only person I feel comfortable confiding in, she puts up with me. I want to be her everything. I sat up quietly chuckling, I feel so... at peace. God, but I haven't even seen her yet, but i'm so infatuated with her personality, they way her heart beats and each small breath. I heard her stir awake mumbling out, "Nathan, give me 20 more minutes, I was having a good dream." and something hit me, how am I suppose to tell her? should I even? I rolled around some possibilities in my head when I stopped at the best conclusion, I'm going to tell her.... Once I see her face to face.

Lena's P.O.V

"Good Morning!" I slowly opened my eyes to see my brother hovering over me, I wiped some drool from the corner of my mouth and rolled over onto my stomach. "Nathan, give me 20 more minutes I was having a good dream." Nathan pulled at my arm, "There's someone at the door for you!" I shot up out of bed, for some reason immediately thinking it was Ross...I mean, no one randomly pops over, not even my friends, but then I heard Ross let out a long yawn and I laughed away that thought. I pulled my fluffy pink robe over my long pajama pants and t-shirt, pushing down my bed head and, sprinting down the stairs to the door. I fingered the cold door handle and sucked in a breath, getting prepared to meet whomever this person is face to face. I opened the door with a smile, only to have it slip to a frown. Bryce, another one of my neighbors, was standing on my porch.  Bryce was in my grade, he was classified as a nerd, and well so am I but a shy one, Bryce was one of those Know-it-all types who wasn't afraid to question the teachers methods of teaching, or lecture some kid on the responsibility of paying attention in class. He was smart, and he proved it. I certainly admired that he was only seeking the best out of his crappy, public school education, but he didn't have to rub his knowledge in others faces, like he was superior in every way. "Good Afternoon." he stiffly said, using his index finger to push his wired rimed glasses to the bridge of his nose. He's hair was some what shaggy and pitch black, he was wearing a simple light blue with white strips collared shirt tucked into his black dress pants. A bit casual given it was the weekend. I did always like how well dressed he was. "Hi Bryce." I gave a pained smile. "Can I help you?" he eyed my pajama's possibly wondering why I was still sleeping at 2 in the afternoon. "Yes, actually, you do remember our study session? I am here to help you get up to speed in Chemistry." I slapped my palm on my forehead, "Oh right! I completely forgot!" He cleared his throat, possibly trying to hold back a lecture on how important it is to keep track of dates and time. "We'll come on in Bryce, you can set your things down on the kitchen table, I'll just get ready for our date." He flashed his golden eyes at me, glaring, of course I teased him with that word, last time he came over to help me and I used that word he nearly had a conniption about how a session and a date are two different words entirely in the society we live in and one has a completely different meaning, blah, blah, blah, who knows what really goes through that kids mind.

Ross's P.O.V

"We'll come on in Bryce, you can set your things down on the kitchen table, I'll just get ready for our date." That sentence ran though my head about five thousand times, her playful voice, happy and bubbly... almost flirty. "Who's Bryce?" I blurt without any warning from my brain. "Well good morning to you to." Lena giggled out, boy she's cheerful this morning. "And what about this 'date' thing?" I grumble, might as well get the whole story. "relax, would yah? He's my neighbor and I invited him over to help me catch up in chemistry." "Oh, miss smarty pants needs help in Chemistry? likely story..." I tried not to let the bitterness escape my tongue but I think it did anyway. She huffed back, "I was sick for a few days and got behind, what's it to you anyway?" I crossed my arms and held my head up high, "I just don't think I like the guy that's all." She snorted out a laugh, "Geeze Ross, I didn't interview the girl you went out with, there's no need to jump to conclusions." "What do you mean by that, so you guys are going out?" She groaned, "No, it just... well it sounds like your jealous." "Jealous! ptth, please, why would I be jealous of a guy like him!" "You don't even know him!" "So now you're defending him?" She let out another yelp of frustration, "Ross please, I have to go back downstairs now, the guys proably having a mental break down over how messy our kitchen is. He's a clean freak and a know-it-all. I don't have feelings for him!" I sunk down partly in relief but embarassment, too. "Alright, sorry I got huffy, it's still morning and all." she just laughed, and whispered "bye."

Lena's P.O.V

I starting going down my stairs and saw Bryce sitting there his hands in his lap while he gently twiddled with his thumbs, "Sorry about that." I said running my fingers through my hair, in the heat of the moment I didn't even realize what I had put on, this frilly summer dress, even though its quickly approaching winter. why did I put this on? I mean, I do like dresses, but this just looks like i'm trying to impress him, it only came down above my knee caps and it was a heart shape top with lacy shoulder straps. I felt my face heat up in a blush, as he eyed me coming down the stairs the skirt swinging about on my legs as I dropped to each step. I approached the table and he looked back down at his chemistry book. "It's quite alright, life isn't worth living if you can not learn to be patient."  I clicked the tongue on the roof of my mouth, typical Bryce, if he can't lecture, he'd just give a quote on something he'd already learned. "Shall we get started?" I nodded and he pushed his chemistry book in between us, I opened up my binder that had luckily been sitting on the counter from a few days before, see there's good use in being a little messy. Bryce immediately dived into the structure of the atom, protons, neutrons and electrons, going over covalent bonds and ionic compound, I felt my eye twitch as I curled my hands into a fist, most of this stuff we reviewed at the beginning of the year, and learned in the fifth grade. How stupid does he think I am? I don't need a whole refresher course. "Bryce, I know all this, I need to learn about empirical formulas, that's what I missed." I said through gritted teeth. "Oh," he muttered taken a back, "I thought this might help you, since the mid term assessment is coming up soon anyways."  I stood up and walked over to the stove clicking on the ignition that was already under a green tea kettle. "Care for some tea?" I asked not wanting to get into an argument, he knows i'm ready for this test, I have the second highest score in the class, right under him. "I'm fine, thank you." I shrugged and grabbed a mug from our cabinet then a green tea bag from the pantry, placing the bag in the purple mug while I waited for the water to boil, I settled back down in my seat, and Bryce started lecturing me on Empirical formulas, whenever I stopped him to ask a question, he suck in a deep breath and rolled his eyes like i'm the most annoying thing in the world. To make matters worse, Ross was bored and he complained every time I said 'smart stuff.' Bryce was rolling his eyes again and Ross was whining and I was digging my nails into the underside of the table, ready to scream at both of them when the tea kettle screamed for me. I sighed in relief walking over their and pouring the scolding beverage into my mug, I picked up the mug with both hands wrapping my cold fingers around it, I pulled it off the counter and started heading to the table, but it was a lot hotter than I expected, "ow." I mumbled pulling my left hand free while my right was still hooked under the handle, but the balance was thrown off and the left side tilted down pouring Hell's hot water all over my thumb and index finger. "OH GOD!" I yelped accidentally dropping the mug sending it crashing on the hard wood floor, my hand pulsating in agony. "Lena!" Bryce was by my side in a flash examining the burn, he eyed the sink and in a fluid motion lifted me up bridal style and carried me over to the silver faucet. I guess he was trying to avoid me stepping in the broken mug and hot water, considering I was bare foot. He placed me on the counter then grabbed the dish rag that was dangling out of a drawer and ran the cold water on it then procedurally wrapped it around my scolding flesh. I looked at him, the glint off his glasses as he eyed my wound, he looked so serious, so... caring. I didn't even realize Ross was going ballistic trying to figure out whats wrong with me, "SO HELP ME LENA IF HE HURT YOU!" He was shouting but I zoned him out and focused on Bryce, he looked up at me pure golden eyes and a smirk on his face, but not the i'm-smarter than-you smirk he always has, the all-better kind of smirk, and then he gently kissed the white dish towel over my hand and grinned up at me, "There, your fixed." I think I stopped breathing a while ago but I managed to say something. "T-thank you, B-Bryce." I think my body just took over from that point because my brain turned off completely, His lips where on mine and a soft hand was cupping my jaw, he smelt so nice like a crisp after shave, and I just wanted to stay like this forever. My lip smacked open for me to breath and a sucked in a breathed while his lips meet mine with the same softness as before. it's as if everything was melting away- even Ross.

Ross's P.O.V

They're kissing. It's as if I stopped breathing, stopped existing entirely. I know there kissing, that lip smack that erratic breath, I gripped the couch arm, I was sitting alone in my dressing room, waiting for the cue to come back on set, the knock on the door dragged me from Lena's world, "ON set in 5 minutes." The voice sounded familiar but I didn't have the heart to place it. All I could hear is Lena's pleasant breathing like...She's at peace. All I could hear is the pounding of blood in my ear, as I felt my life melt away, I felt nothing.