Indescribable Like or Love? Part 6

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat”

That’s the thought that went through my head as I sat there holding her in my arms, contemplating on whether I should go out there in that storm.

“What if I died?” “What will happen to Elle if I just leave?” “What if I don’t get it?” “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat”

When that thought came along I knew I had to go.

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I KNOW, I’m a terrible person! I know it! Elle is gonna be so upset when she wakes up– if she wakes up that is. I am betting that she will not wake up until I get back, she is a heavy sleeper.

I really didn’t wanna go like that, leave her there all alone. I mean I already told her I wouldn’t go and now I am pushing my way through the heavy winds like a maniac. But as I sat there, the news flashed red and yellow saying that the weather would get even worse so if we needed anything now would be the time. Sooner or later I guess?

I didn’t wake her up cause I knew she would tell me no. But I have too, if the weather is gonna get worse I need to get everything we need now, I need to protect her. As the man of the house isn’t this my duty? I put up the designs hoping they would save me from Elle’s soon anger when I get home. I have never personally been attacked by Elle but after seeing that sight in school I decided I would never get on her bad side… so much for that.

My leg trips on black ice and I fall face front on the ground. Luckily I move my face to the left so at least my teeth are safe. My cheek bone? Not so much. Ugh, I grunt as I get up, the wind blazing, slapping my face. I’m not used to this, I’m not used to caring so much about someone. Since we Thompsons don’t exactly care…but look at me going through a blizzard for her.

I push my way through the storm, all stores will close at 12 due to the storm it was 11:15 when I left, it should be around 11:25 or 35 right about now. My eyes catch a glint of light in a store, I push my way over there reaching my hand out to grab the handle of the door. My hand grabs it but my numb fingers are weak and I release my hand tiredly. I reach once more grabbing it with all of my strength and I push myself inside the store.

The lights flicker on. And I breathe in the warm air conditioner which probably isn’t healthy, rubbing my hands together as I shake the snow off of me. I pull a hand through my now wet hair

“Oh that was sooooo hot” the girl who runs the store aka the girl Elle doesn’t like, is standing there staring with her big brown eyes.

“Which is probably ironic since its super cold right now butttt– hey where are you going!?” she yells after me as I walk away from her. I don’t mean to be rude but I am kind of in a hurry anyways.

“Soooo where’s ya girlfriend?” she asks. Ugh shes chatty, just like Elle said.

“Wife” I correct her giving her a side eye.

“Right, right!” she says. I click my hand on the shelf pulling out a box of Ibuprofen, that should help with the sour throat. I get 2 packs of cough drops. No actually 4 packs should be a better choice since I am pretty sure I am going to get a cold too. I should get more Ibuprofen too.

“Ya know the storm is getting worse right?” she asks me. I forgot she was even here.

“Yeah? I’ll get back okay. You?” I ask her as I grab a couple cans soup and a bag of chips, I should get yogurt too. My eyes glance on a heater that’s for sale.

“Oh no I live here, top floor actually” she says as I walk right past her looking at the heater, this would come in handy.

“Oh.” We will probably be staying here past our honeymoon. Not that I’m complaining, this place is way more peaceful plus its far…far…away from our parents. I love my parents but– they are in our business. I don’t like that.

"Yeah my parents are sooo lame for sending me here, this place is even more wack. BUT! If I had known there would be cute boys here I woulda came sooner" she says in an attempt to change her voice.

“Oh I see” I respond back deciding to take the heater with me. Yeah I’m taking this.

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!”

“Yeah. I’m ready to check out now though”

“You have such a non caring personality but you care so much for her, I don’t see why.” she rolls her eyes. “I mean its clear that you only said what you said the other day cause she doesn’t like me…or whatever. I don’t like her either, you can tell her that. But I don’t understand why you care about her though…which is weird cause I allllwaaayyyyss literally always know why someone likes someone, but I just can’t figure you out-” she blabs on and I stop listening from there.

I’m not quite sure why I like Elle or why I feel the way I do, I never really spent time thinking about it. All I know is I enjoy her. I like being around her…for some reason she makes me happy. But why? Its not like I understand these feelings its not like I ever imagined myself going through a storm for her. Its not like I ever imagined kissing her…this is just…stupid. But yet I love it. I love this feeling and I don’t think I will ever let it go. Its not possible.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business though” I say cocking my head to the side. “Are you gonna check me out or not I don’t have all day.”

“Check you out? Oh darling, I have already done that.” she says raising her eyebrows with a grin.

“Anyways.” I say walking past her. That’s not what I meant, she’s annoying. We really need to find another store to go too.

Fine!” she says loudly and whips out her phone I can hear her long fingernails crackling against the screen.

I have been lucky so far, I went through the storm without Elle noticing, I also found this store and I have gotten everything I needed. Now I just need to pay and get home. You would think getting home would be the best part but I am not exactly excited to face the danger waiting for me at home… lets just hope for the best.

The lady or girl ring up my stuff. Her hair is in a tight slick pony tail and yeah that’s all I saw before I lost interest. I can’t wait to see Elle, to get back to her.

“I noticed before but…your cheek” the lady or girl says reaching up her hand. I push it away. My cheek is probably bruised from the fall earlier.

“Please don’t touch me.” I say in a strict tone. I don’t think I like her very much. She seems very…manipulative, and it seems like she covers it up by the talking, she talks so much that you think there is nothing more to her than that. Its like she wants you to feel like she has told you everything about her while she keeps her real goals to herself. Eventually she’ll get what she wants from you. I know she won’t get me like that since she’s easy to read but as for Elle…

“Okay calm down I was just saying” she says rolling her eyes. “Here you are prince, have a safe nice trip home to your ‘wife’. I hope she recovers from her cold um– safely.” she says with a tone that says other wise. Oh well. I don’t really care. I take the bag from her hand. How did she even know Elle had a cold?

“Thanks” I mutter as I give her the money. I walk to the door and watch as the winds blow dangerously.

“Ya can always stay here if you want I’m sure your ‘wife’ wouldn’t mind” her voice teasing. One that doesn’t really bother me. I pull out my phone to find about 15 messages and counting from Elle.

“Where are you!?”

“Please, please tell me your okay”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO! WHY WOULD YOU GO AND GO!”

“Ben…please reply…please…”

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BEN! YOU FREAKING–* **** If I find your body in the snow somewhere I swear I will kill you in your death! I DON’T CARE! ALRIght!

And the rest of the messages go the same way. Ahh love it when she gets mad she’s like a cute little harmful hamster. Yes, harmful. Another message pops up…

“Thats it, I’m going to find you.”

Ah no!

“No, NO STAY INSIDE! I’m fine! I promise I’m coming.” I type with worry but I know deep down inside, I’m so happy she’s worried about me. Little things like this make me happy now.

“Are you sure your okay? Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

I take a breath and push open the door releasing the cold air as it slashes my face.

The air is colder, harsher, the snow is piling up I can barely see my boots in the snow. I cover my face trying to brace myself. Dang it! I should have– I should have what? I’m doing everything I said I would do. I just need to get to the house safely. To Danielle, that’s all. The wind slashes my face once more, my face is numb, my fingers are the only thing telling me that I am alive because I wrapped the bag of stuff around my fingers so tightly.

I need to get home to her.

To Elle.

To Danielle.

Just let me get there in one piece.

Just let me see that face, that smile, one last–

Wait… why am I talking like I’m dead? No. In times like this I remember that quote again–

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat”

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