Like Saturn and Mercury Under Eclipse

Chapter 17

(A/N: This is the same as last chapter, but from Dream's POV)

My eyes scan around for someone with purple hair. That's all I remember about his appearance explanation. Anyhow, so far, I don't see anyone.

Then I do, my eyes land on them. I take out my phone, texting Max. He said he'd be here soon, so it's gotta be him. I just need to make sure.

MM: You're the kid with the curly purple hair, right?
MM: Who was looking at the sky?

The person checks their phone, and then I know it's him. I stare, ignoring the cold feeling of rain. I'd been standing in it for half an hour, so I'm soaked.

Max is as breathtaking in the looks industry as he is in the personality industry. He looks absolutely amazing.

His curly, light purple hair was perfect. It fell slightly over his forehead, and it shaded his face. He was short, and his frame was slim. It would fit in my arms perfectly.

Then there was his light, rounded face. His lips were a pretty red, and they looked untouched. And his eyes, I couldn't really see them from over here. I wish I could, I bet they're beautiful.

After a moment of us staring, he ran towards me. He almost tackled me, but I kept my feet on the ground. I held him close to my chest with a gentle and tight grip.

I've wanted this for so long. To hold him in my arms, and now I finally was. He was warm compared to my rain-soaked body, it felt nice. Maybe he was cold and I was just imagining it. Whatever it is, I feel warm, and I love it.

His hands clutched the back of my hoodie as he pulled himself closer to me. I gaurentee he didn't know he did it, and that made it better.

I could smell his shampoo. It smelt like vanilla, and some lavender too. I thought of ky shampoo back home. It has a faint  cinnamon smell.

Minute after minute passes, and we're still embraced. His arms are tighter then before, but it was comfortable. The rain soaked us both, but it still felt warm.

Things were great, just like this. My birthday is tomorrow. This is the perfect gift. I'll get to wake up to the beautiful man in my arms right now. But, will he be happy to wake up to me?

He said I'm not his type, yet he's basically refusing to let go of me. Maybe it's just a strong platonic feeling for him, but my mind doesn't want to believe that. It wants to think he likes me.

And maybe he does.