Green is for Go and UFO's

Chapter 12 (Stone POV)

I could not breathe.

My body felt still, it was unmoving and immobile.

I watched her as she tried to pretend she was watching the movie, I watched her as she pretended not to like the closeness.

I had not watched a single second of the movie. There was no point doing such when I had the greatest entertainment beside me.

The sent of apple radiating from her body overpowered the smell of the rain. It was heavenly, it was her.

"Can you see okay?" I teased her for the seventh time, desperate to have her attention on me and to hear her voice.

My full attention was on her as she turned to face me, her cute little death glare beaming off her features.

"One more height joke and I will destroy you, Lurch."

I would love for her to destroy me.

I did not tell her that, of course, she would label me as even more crazy than what she already thought if I did.

I simply chuckled in response, my gaze remaining firmly on her just like it had been for the entirety of the stupid fucking film.

"This is your fault, Lurch." She began, referring to the sickening sloppiness that I could hear in the distance. "I know we are acquenemies but we must join teams so we don't have to watch the love birds play tonsil-tennis. We can think of an excuse to get out of going to the beach tomorrow."

"No." I told her sternly, not wanting for her to scurry her way out of having to be around me.

"Why not?" She asked, seemingly genuinely confused.

"I only see you three hours at school—" I grumble the words, hating the fact that that is the reality.

My words instantly halt when she speaks up, attempting to finish my sentence. "And they are the worst three hours of your day?"

I hated that she thought that, I hated that she did not know how I longed to have her with me every second of every single day.

"No." I bite back instantly.

"And they are the worst three hours of your life?"

No, the best.

"No." I grate out, my words much harsher the more my frustration rushes through me.

"And you need more than three hours to fully torment me?" She says after tapping her chin.

I want to tell her that I wish to have an entire lifetime with her, that I want nothing more than for her to torment me for the rest of my life. But I did not want to scare her away.

"No." I utter quietly, defeated by how desperate I am to tell her my true reasoning.

"I give up." She sighs, sitting back against the rear compartment of the truck. "I have no idea why you want to go to the beach tomorrow."

I shook my head at her, watching her every movement as she grabbed the bag of gummy bears and started to open them.

My entire being softened at the sight of her grinning at the little jelly bears, watching in awe at the way her face lit up as she ate them.

"So good." She exaggerated a moan, making every inch of me stiffen as my lower region grew painfully hard.

"Do you moan at all foods?" I just about managed to say, shifting discreetly to lessen the straining feeling in my pants.

My eyes zeroed-in on her plump lips as she sucked one of the small bears into her mouth, my self-control slowly easing away. "Yep."

"Fucking great." I muttered under my breath.

I tore my gaze away from her lips that had sent me down a spiral of painfully unholy thoughts, watching as her gaze wandered to the proximity of us.

She was pressed up against me, and I wanted nothing more than to lay her on me and tell her just what she does to me.

It was torture, she was so close yet so far away. I did not want to scare her off, yet I also did not want to waste a single second with her.

I watched the way she wandered off into her thoughts, so I leant down and whispered into her ear to get her attention back on me "Are you not crying yet?"

My heart leapt off a cliff as she turned her head, our noses now mere inches apart. I could not move, I fell completely still and tense at the close proximity.

I smirked as she narrowed her beautiful brown eyes at me, the action being everything opposite to what I know she had intended.

"For the last time, I have never cried at The Notebook!" She bit out, making me lean further into her.

Lara said something that I only acknowledged due to the fact that Ella did "It is okay to admit that it is a sad movie and you got upset. Everyone knows that you are a softie, Ella."

For once her friend was right. Ella Miller is a huge softie.

My heart crumbled when she crossed her arms and pulled away from me, the distance making me instantly move closer to her "I am not!"

"Sure you are not, Medusa." I teased.

"Okay, I admit it." She began, making me listen to her every syllable. "The love story is epic and I cried at the ending but it was only a single tear. I wasn't as bad as Lana" she argued, "I thought a full exorcist was taking place right next to me."

"I was not that loud!" Her friend argued.

"Tell that to the next door neighbour that thought their dead relative was reaching out to them."

Brennan laughed at her before he motioned to the screen "This is a good movie and all but why does it take so long for them to get together?"

"What do you mean?" My little green-haired goddess questioned, her attention not at all on me.

"Surely if you wanted something so badly then you would just take it?" Brennan questioned, his tone teasing as he sent a secretive look in her direction, the small action making me utterly intrigued if she had caught onto his marvellous meaning.

I would take her, I would take her in every single way that I could. But I had to be patient, I had to make know just how deeply I cared for her and I needed to make sure not to scare her away.

"Is this your first romance film?" She asked before explaining "The movie would only be about twenty minutes if that was the case. There would be no angst or suspense. No build up. Every great romance has a few obstacles in the way."

I listened to her every word like a mantra, feeling at peace hearing her soft voice speak for so long about something she cared so deeply about.

"Like what?" Brennan questioned her, making me send a glower his way despite his attention not being on me.

"Like a blonde prick." I instantly grumbled, angry at the blonde prick who thought he could have my Medusa.

"Exactly." She nodded at my suggestion, making my heart warm at the fact that I had done something right. "Usually something like that."

My attention focused on her for the entire scene of the movie right through to her conversation with Lana and Brennan, a conversation that I was unable to grasp the context of as my eyes became entranced by my little green-haired goddess.

My attention soon faded at the mention of that blonde-haired prick's name.

"Chase said to us he had this theory about how he would sleep with a girl. He said he would guess what music a girl would like then he would use it to get her in the mood."

My heart clenched painfully as Ella agreed with Lana's observation, making me doubt my entire existence at the fact that she knew about his stupid shit.

"It has to be one of the most stupidest things I've ever heard." She added, making me visibly shake with rage.

"Fuck." I gnarled "Did he try that on you?"

"He doesn't know what music I like." She honestly said "Plus, I think he was just trying to show off to his friend I don't think he has ever tried it."

I grew deadly silent, the bones of my jaw paining me as I unknowingly clenched it with anger.

"So you are telling me that if a boy played some song from an emo band like Nirvana that your underwear would not just melt off?" Her friend questioned.

I would play every single one of their albums if that were the case.

I desperately watched her face as she thought about it, going over all possibilities in my head if she were to agree.

"You might have a point." She shrugged, munching on another gummy bear.

I released a deep rumble of a breath, the fabric of my pants straining to a point of no return at the sight of her right next to me, talking about her underwear.

My entire attention never faltered from her as her eyes met mine, the action so simply yet enough to make me feel weak.

"I have a theory about you."

Nothing else mattered in the world. I would gladly listen to her theories for the rest of my life, but even that would not be enough to hear all of them.

I tilted my head at her confession, desperate to hear what she thought of me.

"I think your constant grumpy face is because of your amount of testosterone. You have an extremely huge build so you need more of the chemical to cover the large lengths of all of you." She told me, making everything around us become a total blur as I smirked at her theory. "It is science."

"That or you don't smile because have bad teeth." She insinuated, making me instantly know that she is lying.

My small smirk grew into a half-smile to show her exactly what she knew she had seen in the past, giving her a glimpse of my teeth that very rarely make an appearance.

She pointed at my mouth with a teasing smile, warning my heart. "Hmm. They look pretty healthy to me so it must be my first theory."

Brennan said something that I did not pay any attention to as I peered at the bag of sweets in her small hand, adoring the way she engulfed so many at once.

I met her eyes as she held the bag out to me "Do you want one?"

I shook my head, not wanting to take from the bag of treats that she loved so much.

"It is just one." She says. "I am not holding out an olive branch. You are still my rival. A gummy bear will not change that."

I chuckled despite the painful sound of her thinking that I am her rival, I would never ever be her rival, even she knew that deep down.

I watched her for the entire movie, scowling when she brought her knees up to her chest.

I touched her arm, feeling the icy chill across her skin, instantly making me grumble to her in disapproval. "You are freezing.'

"I am fine." She tried to argue, crossing her arms over her chest.

I did not listen to her, I took off my jacket in a desperate speed and cursed myself for not doing so earlier.

She stopped me and denied "I am not cold."

I glared at her, not to make her scared but rather to make her know that I would absolutely not back down no matter how hard she fought.

"It is either my jacket or both my arms." I told her, desperately hoping that she would choose the latter.

She rolled her eyes while biting back a smile "Fine then, demanding ass."

I smirked at the sight of her in my jacket, the same jacket that I managed to wrap around her tiny self four times.

I wanted to give her all of my clothes just to see her wearing them.

I pulled out my phone, cursing when I see the time "It is nearly quarter to nine." I tell Brennan, knowing that I had to leave Ella.

"We have to go." Brennan announced.

I offered my hand to Ella the second my feet met the grass, my heart skipping a beat when she put her tiny little hand into mine, the sight distracting me from the fight I was about to be late to.

I lifted her feather-like frame up until I slowly set her on the ground, not wanting to let go of her or leave her as my hands remained on her waist even when her feet met the ground.

My hold on her hips still did not waver as I peered down at her, my mouth twitching upwards at the sight of her blushing from my touch.

My touch would be the only one ever to make her blush. I would be the only one to ever touch her and I could not wait for her to realise that.

"What are you smirking at now?" She asked, narrowing her eyes up at me.

"You are blushing." I chuckled.

Her eyes widened.

She slapped her cold hands to her reddened cheeks before denying my observation "I don't blush."

"Then why are has your freckles gone darker and your face flushed?" I pointed out, making her cheeks shine even darker.

I did not want to leave her, I wanted to be with her for the rest of the night. But I had to, and that pained me more than words could describe.

-:-:-:-:-

The first thing that I did when I returned home from my winning was call Ella, of course it was, what else would I do?

I grew impatient from the infuriating sound of the call vibrations, begging for her to pick up so that I could hear her heavenly voice.

"Hello?" She spoke into the phone, obviously unbeknownst that I even have her number.

"Did you get home safe?" I instantly asked, not even bothering to introduce myself.

I could practically see the grin through the phone, the thought mirroring one onto mine without my control. "Hello stranger that is either a stalker or Stone."

"Did you get home safe, Medusa?" I asked her, desperate to know if she was safe.

I could hear the eyes roll at the use of the most perfect nickname before she questioned into the phone "How did you get my number?"

I had threatened Brennan to give me it, I had told him that I would no longer fight if he did not give me her number and I had very obviously succeeded.

Of course I did not tell her that, instead I told her a slightly filed down version of the reality "I asked Brennan for it."

"How did Brennan get it?" She asked, making me smirk further.

I debated whether to tell her that I demanded he ask Lana for it, I did not want for her to think that I was some psycho—although I was nearing to that point if she did not tell me whether she was safe.

"He asked Lana for it."

There was a silence for a moment, I could hear her slightly shuffling about and I desperately needed to know what she was doing.

"Did you get home safe?"

"No." She answered, very obviously joking yet the thought brought a pang to my stomach "I have been picked up by a UFO. I am being held captive by aliens who want to invade earth."

I smirked at her little lie, desperately wanting to see the way her face is beaming with amusement at this very second.

"And they let you keep your phone?" I challenged.

"The aliens knew that you had my number." She claimed, "You calling me is part of their torture technique to torment me."

I chuckled, loving the way her entire attention was on me and the fact that she was talking to me.

"Although, you calling me kind of makes me think you kind of care about my well-being." She said suggestively into the phone, every single word being the truth apart from the the two that read 'kind of' "Has the real Stone been body-snatched?"

I chuckled again, amused by the thought that she did not know just how utterly obsessed I am with her.

"They probably mistook you for being one of them." I mentioned "Your green hair is eye-catching."

The line went silent, my heart dropped at the thought of me saying something wrong despite knowing that I had not.

"Not anymore." She murmured, and my entire being grew still.

I could hear my heart thumping against the cages of my ribs, begging to be let loose to fight off whoever had made her loose the green hair that she adored so much.

Then, a realisation dawned upon me, my heart broke through the cages only to crumble to the pits of my stomach.

Was it my fault?

I had not meant to make her upset, I cursed myself for the possibility that I could be behind the reasoning for her taking away the best colour my eyes have ever discovered.

"What do you man you got rid of the green?" I grumbled, enraged with myself.

"I got rid of the green." She repeated with a slight shake to her voice, confirming the fact that she truly did not want to do whatever she had done.

"You love your hair." I grumbled, desperately needing to know why on earth she would change something that she loved so dearly. 

"I just wanted a change." She lied.

My breaths were shallow as I fought a battle in my head, the battle of whether or not to ask if I was the reasoning behind the loss of her beautiful green hair.

My words were hoarse as I feared the answer to my question  "It was not because I made fun of it, was it?"

"No. Of course, it wasn't." She assured me, my entire being slightly relaxing at the relief that I had not been so careless "I don't hold your opinion in that much of a high regard."

I chuckled, releasing a deep breath from my chest that I had not realised I had been holding until now.

"You are going to find it hard to insult me now."She pointed out, despite me not ever wanting to risk offending her ever again.

"You are no longer the wicked witch of the west." I taunted, still hating the fact that she no longer shone a vibrant green.

"Then who am I?"

"You can now go and live in munchkin city with all of the other short people." I told her, grinning when I heard her distant laughs as she tried to hold the phone away from her.

Then there was silence, and it pained me how much I needed to know what was on her mind, whether it be good or bad.

"Are you still there?" She questioned quietly after a minute or two of gut-wrenching silence.

"I'm going to miss your hair." I confessed, wanting nothing more than for what she had told me to be one of her many jokes she likes to play, except if it was then I would not find this one funny at all.

"What?" She questioned, as if what I had said was a lie.

"Fairytale green is the most amazing colour I have ever seen." I replied lowly, careful not to offend the fact that she no longer had it.

"Are you high?" She asked, "Are you a stone-r?"

I did not laugh at her pun, I could not focus until I knew the reason for her no longer having a green halo around her "Why did you get rid of your green?"

"I told you. It was time for a change." She lied and then decided to change the subject "You can no longer call me Medusa."

What kind of bullshit observation was that? No single thing would ever change the fact that she is my Medusa.

I let out a grumbling sound of disapproval before claiming with not single slither of doubt "You will always be my Medusa."

———a/n - hey all!

okay so this may be the last update for a while, as I will be focusing on my own books (which are now published!), hope you enjoyed this long POV <33

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