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Chapter 10

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"No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater...The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot."

- Sarah Dessen

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Picture: Ross and Skylar matching in some way.

Video: Ain't it fun By Paramore

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Skylar's POV

Awakening from my sleep, my eyes opened and banners of light streamed through, The windows outside showed it to be pitch black yet the room light was on and stinging my eyes. I turned around from the window to be met with a mop of blonde hair, messy blonde hair that had two brown eyes staring directly at me. "Oh" I gasped. "You scared me" I whispered. I continued to looking at his skin like it just came out of a vogue magazine. He was quietly matching my gaze.

"Ross" I whispered, hoping he still isn't upset from earlier on, rubbing the sleep from my eyes I feel awkward. The silence is deadly and I feel emotionally and physically uncomfortable, so I chose to leave. As I rise I notice Ross' eyes follow but yet his body still until I'm half of the bed he clutches my wrist with power. I turn to see the rawness in his orbs; hurt, anger and sorrow.

"Why?" he whispers. Snatching my wrist from his hard hold I rub the pain to sooth it. I get up and walk towards the door but he stops me again by pulling my waist to him and turning me around. "Let go" I protest and try to get his sticky fingers of my hips. "No, tell me why?" he repeats. I pause the struggle and look into his angered eyes. "Did why I did what?"

His fingers dig into my hips painfully, "let me go" I cry. "Why did you cut yourself?" he shouts catching my jaw to look at him. His eyes held so much pain that I wanted to apologise yet I didn't know what to say sorry for. "I-I don't know what you're talking about?" I stutter. I can see his eye darken and squint from anger, his jaw is tense and his shoulders broad shadowing me. In one swift movement he picks me up and throws me onto the bed.

"Look" he yells, throwing my skirt away from my leg. I fell asleep before I could change into my PJ's. I understand what he meant, I covered it back up not wanting to see it. "Why would you write that?" he yelled angrily pulling at his hair. "Because I am a piece of crap and an attention seeker" I cry and repeat the words he told me. "n-no you're not" he says slowly and crawls on top of me so he is straddling me. "It hurt Ross" I whisper as his nose descends down and kisses mine.

"I know" He whispered, all anger gone but just concern laced in his words. "Go" I whisper. I don't know if I can control myself if he comes a cm closer. "I'm not leaving" he replies, placing a palm on my cheek. My eyes close on their own and he uses his thumb to drag along my bottom lip. "Please leave" I say not knowing what else to say or to get out of the situation. "I'm not leaving you again" his red lips repeated.

"Why?" I stroked his face with my hand. His other hand wiped away the tear spurring on my face. "Why don't you leave me, I'm broken" I whispered onto the smooth pad of his thumb "Because I am falling in love with you Skylar. I only got angry because the girl I love doesn't love me back" he comes closer and me eyes come to a close. "Tell me..." he mutters.

"What?" I ask. "Tell me you feel it too, you feel like your falling too" he leaves small peck on my neck which has me biting my lip to suppress a moan. "I-I think, I might be falling- "I was cut off by far the most powerful kiss endure onto my fragile mouth. It was the most magically kiss I had ever experience, it was filled with lust, love, passion, want and need. His skin so soft that even the clouds envied my touch, his skin so smooth that silk is no comparison, my lips so red that it felt like being in strawberry and cream heaven and Ross' lips so warm, that it could be considered a home, creating a blanket of warmth and protection between us. We were bee's and our lips the nectar.