On My Own Pretending He's Beside Me Novels & Stories

I said, voice dipping low, “you didn’t RSVP. You just let me sit here looking all lonely.” His foot nudged mine under the water. “That’s because I was trying to not let you distract me.” “How’s that going for you?” His eyes darkened just a little. “Terribly.” I shifted closer. The water rippled between us. My knee brushed his thigh, and I watched his breath catch barely, but it was there. “You are not doing a great job pretending you don’t want me.” “I always want you,” he muttered under his breath, voice low and gritty.

He hides on the broken and out of feather pillows he was holding. Before I sit beside him, I turn on the light switch first and get his writing board that had been torn its edges. I sit beside him quietly and out the board and the pen on his front. “I am here to listen. I know that you’ve got a story to tell my little buddy.” A minute passed but he did not move the board or make any other gestures. I decided to stand up and pretend to walk towards the door. “I can see that Sevi is not interested in me. So, I will just be going home.” I act like I’m scratching my head and making my voice a little smaller. Just personating a clown, I guess.

I could bet they were twitching. Was he just sitting there watching me sleep or did he know I was pretending. I slowly opened one of my eyes slightly and behold, he was sitted there beside me on the bed, smiling. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be stretching and turned the other side. “Hahahaha” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. He laughed. That was the last thing I expected. He wound his hands over my waist from behind and came across me and rested his head on my shoulder.

Adjusting my hair and position when he turned around to shut the door. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I suddenly realized how freaking pale I looked. Geez! Am I a freaking ghost or what? Pretending to be in complete stillness as he walks further into the room. However, he stopped a few steps from me, the only thing that could be heard in the room was the wall clock ticking off. Oh right! He couldn’t speak. Embarrassed by my own forgetfulness, I shifted to the side, patting the empty space next to me.

Surely, I've imagined it as I sense nothing negative coming from him. "We've got this" I add, pretending to have more confidence than I've actually got. It's time.

He kept his eyes on me until I was right beside him and after a moment he cleared his throat. “While we are on the air, at least pretend you care about me, okay?”

She rarely ships with me someone but once she did, she wouldn’t stop teasing. I sighed while fixing the tiny dress I am wearing. I can see his silhouette from my peripheral vision coming towards me. I pretended to brush my hair using my finger, looking onto my feet. Sighting if the stiletto matches this tiny tight dress I am wearing. I saw his black shiny shoes not far from my feet. I pretended I didn’t notice him. I heard him making a sound, trying to make me face him. I composed myself before looking at him. “Oh, hi! Are you fine now?” I cheerfully asked.

“Yes, we do.” “No.” I slammed the knife down too hard. Mayonnaise splattered across the counter, and my voice shook. “What we need is to pretend. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend she’s not here. Pretend you don’t look at me like you’re in love with me. Pretend I don’t look at you the same way.” My voice cracked on the last word. “Pretend until it kills us.” He didn’t even blink. He stepped closer instead, his gaze fierce and unrelenting. “Don’t say that.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t you dare say that. You know this isn’t pretend.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like kissing him once again, while in our right mind this time. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with your wounds? Your hands can’t reach, right?” “Leave.” I waved my hand, rolling my eyes, “Fine, you don’t have to sound like I had done something abominable. I will leave now.” Turning around like I was about to leave, I suddenly pushed myself right at him, pretending that my legs had tripped at some point. But his reaction did not follow the script. He sidestepped in a quick motion that caught me completely off guard, my body making a free fall towards the empty space.

I said softly, still smiling like we were talking about the weather, “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” He blinked again, clearly still trying to catch up. “What’s going on?” “Later,” I said, tapping his hand lightly. “For now, just pretend like everything is fine.” He looked down at our hands like I’d handed him a ticking bomb. I smiled wider. Maybe too wide. I could feel my cheek muscles straining. But that was the thing about pretending, you had to commit. From the corner of my eye, I saw the man with the newspaper fold it neatly and place it on the table. My heart skipped.