[Oneshot] You Fall For A Shooting Star [Nick Wheeler]
"Dance with me," he whispered, fingers glossing over the strings on his acoustic guitar. My heart beat increased with the descending hum he created. My body was shaking and I couldn't stop it, because whenever he was around I lost all of my flippin' self control and it drove me absolutely mad. I wanted to say no, I wanted to run away, I wanted to slap him and tell him never to talk to me again, I wanted to deny him access into my feelings for the first time since I had met him.
"Okay," I whispered. But I couldn't, damn it. I just could not deny Nick Wheeler whatever his stupid, small, disfigured monstrosity of a beautiful creature's heart desired. He knew it, too, the cocky son of a bitch. Because, damn it, I'd fallen so hard for him already. I was sure I had internal bruises the size of the Statue of Liberty due to my hard fall.
I swear, ever since I stumbled across him my emotions have become one large contradiction. I hate him because he's the first and only person who can tear me apart and splatter me on display, exploit my insecurities, see everything in me for how it really is, and completely not care about all of my faults and lies. He is the only person who can make my heart race like it's high on drugs, scatter my brain and make me incoherent, scramble and destroy my perfectly collected thoughts, and dishevel me with a simple glance. He's the sole person who can create a completely new side of me that I didn't even know exsisted, much less could exsist.
Nick Wheeler is the solitary person who can make me take risks, believe because I'm a nonbeliever, breathe when I can't, stand up when I'm down, dream when I'm asleep, and love because I'm not capable. I always considered myself a downgraded, poorly constructed creature who was undeserving of attention from any specific being, much less someone like Nick. But he doesn't listen to my explanation. He doesn't follow the rules. He doesn't limit himself to boundaries.
He's like perfection, in tight jeans and bedridden hair. He's the epitome of everything I strive to be, yet cannot reach because I am inadequate. It annoys me, drives me up the damned wall, and touches the deepest insecurities I harbour. He's so flippin' gorgeous, talented and beautiful. And what am I? A high-maintenance control freak with a self-deprecation complex and enough inner personal conflicts to blow up half of South America.
But Nick, he doesn't care. He never does. He just listens, understands, and consoles. He helps me try to be the person I want to be, and he never once doubts me when I doubt myself. He's the hope for both of us, the shoulder for us both to lean on, and the person who doesn't get angry or annoyed when I give up. He helps me back into the ring, holds the confidence for both of us, and promises me that I can do it. And I believe him. Because who wouldn't?
And today is the first day I'm taking a risk without him pushing me towards him. Today is the day I'm making a stand and doing something myself. Today I will take chances due to my own decisions, I will conquer problems on my own, and I will come out of this night the winner, for the first time in my life. I'm tired of running away to hide in my delicately balanced complex. Tonight is the night I put myself on the line, for both my heart, and my mind.
He steps up to me, slips his right hand on my hip and his left into my right. He holds my eyes in his gaze, and damn it I can't look away. My body moves of its own accord, fitting against his until I notice we're moving. Our bodies are swaying softly to an invisible rhythm. The silence is our curtain, shielding us from the outside world. I still can't look away from his alluring, deep pools of green. I'm vaguely aware of my cheeks tinting red, my body shaking lightly, my mind lost in a swirl of incoherency, my heart pierced by Cupid's arrow. All I can comprehend is the way his forehead has found itself against mine, and his lips are right near mine, and he's breathing out and it smells so good, and his eyes are lidding in unison with mine, and-
And now I'm having my first real kiss, with real emotion, and real affection and real love and goddamn it all if it doesn't feel flippin' amazing. And I don't care about society, I don't care about all the rules, regulations, boundaries, limits, insecurities and trials anymore. I don't care that this is my first time "dancing". I don't care that this is the first kiss I'm having with the boy who's stolen my heart from me and given me his instead.
I don't care that I'm spending one of the most clich moments in all of my life with the boy I want to spend the rest of it with. I don't mind that our curtain has been tore open, and people are starting to come into the park. I don't give a damn that the sun is rising in the sky, illuminating the midnight blue, velvety sky in a lavender-pink gradient. And I honestly do not give a care that some people are staring at us, others are giggling and admiring, and some are ignoring us and walking past.
Because tonight is the first night I took a risk. Tonight is the first night I kissed someone on pure, raw instinct. Tonight is the first night I spent in the park with a man who will forever be embedded into my lovestruck mind. Tonight, I spent my first dance with a man who is holding my paper heart in a glass container, packed safe away for as long as this damned world exsists.
Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life. And tonight is the first night I made the best decision of my life, one I would never have made without Nick.
Tonight is the night I put my heart on the line for us both.