Promises

He peered at her curiously, wanting her more than anything to look up at him. Quietly smirking a little to himself tousling his already messy hair. She made him nervous,  as he let his words fall forward.

"Do you hate me, now?" He sputtered almost giving one of his lopsided grins but trying to sound nonchalant and absentmindedly rising his eyebrows slightly.  
She looked frowning past him, away from his face with a quizzical expression. He saw it then, just in the instant the smallest of smiles, and an acknowledgment of distress. She hesitated careful with her own words. They were soft as she spoke them, deadpanned.

"How could I? I have no influence over you. anymore than I did before."  
He could feel the nerves getting to him, a tightness in his chest. As they reached around his already constricting throat and pulled at his fidgeting  shaky fingers. He was practically jumpy. She give him a sideways glance, and almost patted his shoulder for some comfort, but she stopped herself then,

"Tom, I don't hate you, no I don't even barely know you." She said   steadfastly feeling the tension. He walked with her matching her pace. His long lanky legs jutting forward. While his heart accelerated quickly.
"That's not true, you know plenty enough, promise." He muttered arching closer towards her, hopeful that they'd hold hands, they usually did when they walked together. His long thin fingers felt lonely then in the distance that was being made.

"Do you hate me?" She uttered wistful while frowning.  Briskly   ahead of him now as they walked on. He stopped himself putting his hands into his pockets so they didn't shake so much. She was always so calm, and cool. He stammered,  straining into his own confusion. He knew it was all his fault. Its how he felt lately about most things.
He cocked his head looking skyward and closed his eyes for a few seconds he needed to breath or he'd drown in his own stupidity of the over flow of his thoughts. He'd rather scream but he knew how it'd look. He signed heavily to himself, her back against him,

She stopped for him then still in composure.  She didn't need to see him, she just needed to listen. His own words felt different when she said them. Somehow they had taken on a new form, and effect. Somehow this made him miserably exhausted.  

It slightly took him aback and left him bewildered, and lost in himself. He tried to keep himself steady, and still. His body would always refuse and betray him, in one way or another. Either way he felt everything hitting him all at once and it hurt like hell. He was scared, no he was terrified. Breathlessly terrified of the ramifications,  and consequences that laid out before him.  

"How could I? You just scare me so much. Sometimes I just never know what to say to you, and there you are in front of me. I just want you to know how much I feel for you, and about you. I just don't want you to leave.You aren't like everybody else." He whispered away from her quietly his face flush.  
Her eyes were downcast and she thought more than ever about what an idiot of a person he could be sometimes or maybe it was just around her. She never could figure him out, and maybe it was better that way. She was always surprised by him.

"I'm sorry I scare you Tom, I won't do that anymore, I promise." She remarked  flatly exhaling, and quickly walked onward with clinched fists, trying to relax her fingers. She felt the feverish blush coming along. Her short unruly auburn curls brushing along her face,and around her jawline.

"Wait, I didn't mean it that way maybe we should stop making promises," He jokingly said bumping her shoulder lightly.. He was somewhat frustrated, more with himself. He gave her a wary grin then, and she  flashed him a smile back.
"So you don't hate me, and I don't hate you." He whispered as he tried holding onto her hand and she felt the slight tremble in his. Staring at his blue greens that met her hazels. She openly laughed then releasing the tension from before. Grappling with what he asked and said.

"No I don't think I ever did hate you, I was just curious about what you'd say." She uttered quietly holding his cold fingers in hers. Interlacing them together to make a pair, embracing.  
"I think I love you, to be honest. and its a promise I hope to keep." She said quietly  fully concentrated on him.
He gave his lopsided grin then, almost smugly while she blushed and he almost laughed to himself, happily with her. She eased him, and he leaned a little closer towards her.

"Me too, Jane." He retorted blissfully clasping her hand a little tighter in his, and they walked on.



The end~