Make or Break

"So," James asked looking over at me, "How long have you known Catherine?"

James and I were sitting in the stands at Consol. We finished skating a while ago, well for me, I finished falling with small periods of skating in-between. We decided instead of just leaving, we would stay and talk. We were having deep conversations about anything and everything. Things I'd never told people before, not even Catherine, James now knew.

"A long time," I laughed looking at his mesmerizing blue eyes. His eyes were hypnotizing. That was the only word I could use to describe them. They were the perfect balance between green and blue. Blue was never one of my favorite colors, but his blue eyes were the kind of blue that you see and love automatically. "We basically knew each other since birth" I laughed.

He smiled at me charmingly. His smile. Oh his smile.

"She's lucky to have known you that long" He said simply looking back out onto the ice. Smiling faintly to himself.

"I wouldn't exactly say that," I said laughing, still looking at him, tracing his perfect jawline as he sighed loudly. His chest gently moving up and down with each breath.

"Why not?" He questioned turning to face me once again.

"I was so selfish," I laughed looking away,"And mean"

"No way you were mean" He said placing his hand on my knee.

"I was a bitch" I said laughing slightly looking at the hand he just placed on my leg. "And if you ask her I'm sure she would say I still am."

"No way" He said shaking his head in disbelief, "Although, your first impression wasn't too great"

"Neither was yours!" I said leaning back into the seat.

"Then how about we both throw those memories out, and live in the moment" he said smiling, "Right here, right now. That's all that matters, Deal?" He said looking into my eyes intently leaning forward a little bit with every word.

"It's A Real Deal, James Neal" I said laughing.


"Do not start that," He said laughing, "You must be a hockey fan"

"Not really" I laughed, "I've only seen one or two games, with a nice hat trick by the way."

"Then you picked a good game to watch" He said smiling, sliding his hand slightly to the right, farther up my leg.

"So Presley," He said said after a bit of silence, "Any siblings?"

"No," I smiled at him, "Just me and my parents"

"Really?" He smiled.

"Yes," I laughed," It was awful, They were awful"

"Why?" He said seeming genuinely concerned.

"I always felt obligated to impress them, I was just never good enough for them. Everything I did I got rejected, never as important as their jobs. I just hated feeling like that, that rejected feeling. It just made me feel like I wasn't good enough ever, something everyone goes through. I started rejecting other people, and myself. My parents cared about their jobs more than they cared about me." I said sadly, but knew, it was something that most people have to go through, "I guess that's why I still reject people to this day." I said referring to the fact that I hadn't had a serious relationship in over 4 years.

"You can't spend your whole life being afraid of people rejecting you, you need to start by not rejecting other people, and more importantly not rejecting yourself, you deserve it." He said looking into my eyes rubbing my leg with his thumb.

"Thats it though, I don't deserve it" I said turning to look at him.

"You just need someone who's willing to show you how important you are. Someone who's willing to be there for you at 8 o'clock at night to buy you dinner when you're hungry, Someone who's willing to be there for you at 2 am to listen to all your embarrassing stories and laugh them off with you, Someone who's willing to be there for you all night so you can have someone to fall asleep to and wake up to in the morning. Someone who's willing to be there for you forever and always"

James inched closer with every thing he said, Every move he made had me hypnotized. The smell of cologne on him, was wrapping around me as he leaned closer. His arms around me, protecting me with a stronger grip after every word he said. A small piece of his over-gelled hair falling into his face and he, lifting his large, strong hand to push it out of his eyes had me watching him adoringly.

"Someone like me" He said simply before kissing me.

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