His eyes fluttered slightly as the space between them started to close. Her eyes closed as his left hand cupped her cheek and she felt her bottom lip get caught between his teeth. She gasped slightly as he became comfortable with what he was doing and lightly sucked, he could feel her slightly tensing up but his other hand pressed on the small of her back and waited for her to reciprocate.

Her hands desperately touched every inch him she could get on through his clothes, immediately letting him know that she was letting herself be submissive. His hand, controlled, stayed on her hips until he dared to go lower.

The very few seconds that she gave into it made his head spin like he was ascending into heaven, he groaned into her mouth as her hands got tied into his hair. "Charlie," she whispered a gasp so sinful it made her eyes widen in shock. He kissed the corner of her lips and then separated to look at her in admiration. His breathing was slowly, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Sigrid," he whispered back, still looking at her lips. Their breath was intermingling, he didn't want to move, but she suddenly got the urge to push him off the bed and ask him to leave. "I want to make every single thing you think of to be something beautiful. I want your perspective of life to be a breathtaking one...because you're thinking of me," he licked his lips then met her eyes, who were glossy from the tears threatening to spill.

"I hate getting sentimental you know that but I tried to bring myself to hating you because of my mother...I just couldn't," he was speaking desperately, slurred, and his eyes drooped slightly when he noticed her begin to frown, "What?"

She decided to push him away, he stood up in offense but then picked up his attitude and looked down at his feet, "Oh."

She winced at the way his voice slightly cracked, "I'm sorry, Charlie."

He looked away in embarrassment, "It's fine," he swallowed thickly then looked toward the door, "If anything, I'm sorry for kissing you unexpectedly. I know we're nowhere near out of the circle of friendship so it was crazy for me to assume that...." he trailed off before shaking his head at his own thought. "It was dumb. I'll see you in class tomorrow," he started to walk toward the door which was already open but Sigrid followed behind.

"Charlie!" she grabbed his elbow to try and stop him as he walk outside to grab air. Charlie stopped when he felt her cold hand on his skin and she bumped herself on his back. "Charlie, why are you running away?"

"I didn't run away," he tried calming himself done from the pending river of tears threatening to fall down his cheeks like a child who just dropped their ice cream, "I'm just tired and I realized that I needed to get out of that room before I continued to spill my heart out."

She smiled slightly before letting go of his elbow, he continued walking outside, he opened the door and she went running out, "Can we talk about it please? Charlie, I didn't know you felt this way, I-" she cut herself off in embarrassment. "If I knew, I wouldn't have been so mean. You deserve to be treated decently, and I think that after these few days you shouldn't be liking me enough to kiss me."

"Oh what do you know?" he turned around, his coat hitting the opposite side aggressively from the unexpected turn. She stopped with a small gasp, her dress swayed in the wind and she pale skin was starting to go red as her bottom lip began to shake. She put her arms against her chest for warmth, he only looked at her with a glare. "What do you know, Sigrid? About my feelings?"

"Nothing," she whispered more to herself than to him, holding a little tighter to herself. Then she spoke up, "But I feel things too and maybe you should let me talk instead of running out into the cold like this is going to go away just because you found a place to hide in the forest," her hand aggressively motioned toward the field of trees behind him. "It doesn't work like that. If they did I'd ever get out of that forest, Charlie. Please come back inside."

"No."

"Charles come on! Don't be childish."

"I'm not being childish! I need to get away."

"From what?" she stayed where she was as he walked past the corridor with his hands now in his pockets. Her eyes began to sting so intensely she had to squint when the air hit her face.

"From you!"

She gasped, looking down at her shoes before taking them off quickly and running. The grass underneath her feet pricked her slightly, and the coldness almost felt like fire as her socks got soggy. She turned him around, he nearly stumbled to the floor. He looked at her in confusion, she wiped her hair from her face, "Don't run."

He opened his mouth to protest but she put her index finger up to his lips and whispered one more time, "Don't run."

She pulled her finger away slowly, he was mesmerized by her smallest actions. He looked down at her, "What else am I supposed to do?"

She bit her bottom lip in contemplation before pushing herself forward into a second kiss, he was taken aback by it but responded desperately when he felt her cold hands cup his face. He didn't know where to place his hands, standing up, she was smaller than him and he wanted to pick her up so her socks could dry. He bent down slightly and kissed a little harder, she raised her eyebrows and started walking back toward campus with her lips still on his.

He followed while walking backwards until his back hit the door and he separated from her lips. And even then he immediately wanted to kiss again, lightly whimpering as she bit his bottom lip. They separated, their breathing overlapped before he let out a light laugh.

He looked up while taking a deep breath and then let it go with a stupid grin. She giggled as she played with his collar and then moved away from him to open the door. "Coming in?" she nodded toward the warmth, the heater making the school more welcoming than it actually was.

Charlie's legs were trembling slightly but he shook his head. He started to slide down against the other door, she watched in amusement as he finally hit the bottom of the floor, "I'll be in in a couple seconds."

"Suit yourself," she walked in but left the door slightly open in hope that he would get some of the warmth from the heater. She walked quickly with her head down back to her dorm, Charlie put his hand up to his lips in astonishment. His hand trembled as he traced where she once was before taking it away from his lips and looking down at his hands.

"I wish I could tell you."

looked over at Charlie as he screamed into his pillow. He flipped his page of his English book trying to go off of the Pritchards chart he had stuffed in his pocket because he was too much of a scaredy-cat to throw it in the trash.

"Can you stop screaming, Dalton? You're really stepping all over my train of thought," he muttered as he looked over, Charlie only screamed louder into his pillow as he thought of how greatly he wanted to knock on the girl's door to kiss her one last time and ask her on a date.

"Why," he repeated to himself half a dozen times as he banged his head on the pillow and then turned himself dramatically with a groan. "Why can't you just stop thinking and go to sleep!"

"I didn't know you could think," Richard loved being nosy. It was one of the things that irked Charlie about him.

"Shut up and write your poem, Richard. It's nothing."

"Well it's certainly not nothing, Dalton. You rewrote your poem for tomorrow and you've been screaming into your pillow like some maniac. I've never seen you like this, and I've seen you a lot of ways being your roommate."

"I think I messed up."

"Or really? With what? You seem to mess up every other day," Richard was trying to find a word that rhymed with pessimistic in the dictionary.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with you."

"You haven't got anyone else."

Charlie thought of exiting the dorm room and asking Gerard or Steven to help him, he knew Todd was probably talking to Sigrid at the moment and Knox was a no-go. He didn't need to get bullied. "Promise not to tell anyone."

"Depends on how you messed up."

"Promise not to tell anyone?" Charlie repeated a little harsher, Richard set his book down and raised his hand, "I, Richard Cameron, vow to not tell anyone about how stupid and often my roommate, Charlie Dalton, messes up on the daily basis."

"Alright, get your ass over here."

kept on kicking the back of Sigrid's seat during the next class, it was the day that they were finally going to read their poems in front of the entire class. For the most part it was boys trying to make everybody else laugh and refusing to get up from their seats to read, every now and then there'd be actual poems and Keating would clap them on like they deserved an encore. There was a lot that they needed to work on but the teacher appreciated their boldness.

As much as Sigrid was confident in her writing skills she felt like she was dying every moment she considered raising her hand. Todd, even though anxious himself, kept trying to encourage her because he had read some of her work and thought she was talented.

Charlie was in the front of the class, he had spent most of his morning taking old poems out of the trash bin and trying to put them together to write something that would impress her. It was a torturous process seeing that most of his poems ended up having jokes about boobs or how he thought of escaping to Hawaii with two beautiful ladies he'd seen in the magazines he stole from Nolan's office.

He'd written it in a piece of blank paper so most of his writing went slanted and going down from the fast writing. He pretended to be confident as he looked over the page and then looked up in Sigrid's direction, she was turned around having a conversation with Todd. He sighed and cleared his throat, "Sometimes you just look up at the sky and wonder what's beyond it."

She turned, confused because she thought the reading was over but then fixed herself in her set to be attentive, "Wonder if in some universe you'd be able to hold hands," some dudes laughed but Charlie looked up with a glare. Sigrid started going pale. Richard looked over at her, he didn't want to care but Charlie had read it over to him so many time he could've recited to her instead.

"With the one you love."

Love.

"And hug them without feeling a hand wrap around your neck."

"Maybe he'd like that," someone coughed in the back of the class, it was almost like a punch in the gut. Knox picked up his book and threatened to throw it in the direction of the people taking jabs at Charlie.

Keating was silencing people from his chair before he stood up to grab a piece of chalk. Charlie turned around as he noticed Mr. Keating writing on the board. "Sometimes you just look up at the sky and wish for better days, those days where you could run in the grass and chase your dreams like they're looking to get caught."

Mr. Keating's cursive screamed at Sigrid as she took in the words for a second time, her heart was beating out of her chest and everything inside of her was telling her not to smile.

"The stars shine upon your face as you throw yourself back, breathing in that oxygen that was missing from your lungs."

She was hyperventilating.

"And you think of holding her hand, wishing there'd never be a last time."

She vomited all over the floor.

Even else around her groaned as they watched her dispose of her breakfast, Knox ran out of the room to get help from a hall monitor. Todd stood up, walking to the other side of the desk as she toppled over almost crying as she gagged. Charlie stayed frozen in the front of the class, a small frown on his face instead of helping her out.

"Sigrid come on, I'll walk you to the nurse's office."

Todd made her stand up and walk around her seat, Keating looked down at the vomit with purse lips before walking next to Charlie and patted his shoulder. He turned to look at the older man, next thing he knew he was vomiting as well.

All. Over. Keating's. Versaces.