A Little Drabble
Hi, everyone!
Remember a couple entries back I had starting-a-story-itis and overcame it? Well, I finally finished what I was working on that day! Pronouns throughout because I'm too lazy to think of names and it's just a little short drabble anyway. It plainly shows what a hopeless romantic I am. If it sucks...well, I wouldn't be too surprised, it's way better in my head. (lol way)
I really do hope no one finds the true inspiration for this, I'd be mortified...
Okay, seeing as it lacks a proper beginning (it's like a chapter exerpt more than anything), any background's in an entry titled "GAH" from earlier this week. Enjoy...or don't. I really don't care, I'm just showing off that I finished it.
“Careful, it’s a bit slippery back here,” he warned as she came backstage.
“Why?” she asked warily, stopping where she stood.
He shrugged. “I dunno. Everyone’s leaving, probably no one bothered to clean it up.”
She made a face. “Ugh. That’s really not good, my shoes have like no traction and--“ She took a step and began to feel herself start to slip. Her feet began to slide out from under her.
“Augh! Help!” she cried, flailing her arms wildly.
He gave a start and ran forward, grabbing her by the waist. Her feet continued to slide, and she felt herself slipping still. Her arms, still flailing, grabbed whatever they could find, which just so happened to be him.
“I’m still slipping!” she cried, both of them tightening their grips. Her face was shoved into his shoulder as her feet continued to skid around on the floor.
He took a step back and finally her feet found stable ground. They both relaxed and the tension of the moment dissipated.
With a long breath, she took a moment to be sure she wasn’t going to fall as soon as she loosened her hold.
After a moment, she pulled back, taking her face out of his shoulder slowly. And as she did so, her eyes met his, and she froze.
In that moment, she saw everything she ever wanted in his eyes. It was as if the air was suddenly filled with an electric charge, and she felt her heart start to beat faster, so loudly she thought for sure he could hear it.
There were mere inches between their flushed faces; inches she really wished weren’t there right now. As she gazed into his eyes for what felt like years, she knew she loved him. There was just something she saw in his eyes; something like honesty, something she trusted, and something real. Something she’d never seen in any other guy’s eyes.
She wanted to thank the whatever-it-was that she almost slipped on, because whatever it was, it had gotten her into his arms, got her looking into his eyes.
She couldn’t read his expression, but she hoped he was feeling the same. Couldn’t he feel the chemistry between them, the electric charge in the air between their faces?
He hesitantly took one arm off her waist, reached up, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She giggled nervously.
“You okay?” he asked, letting his hand fall.
“Yeah,” she said, with a little nod. She wondered if he was going to kiss her now. She hoped so.
He nodded too and bit his lip. “Okay,” he said softly, breaking his gaze with her.
Slowly, he reached up and disentangled her arms from around his neck. For a moment he held her hands as she looked at him curiously, not knowing what had just happened. He didn’t meet her eyes.
With that, he let her hands go and started to walk away.
She stood there mutely, arms hanging by her sides, tingling from his touch. She was confused and upset, angry and miserable all at once.
She couldn’t let him go. Feeling suddenly returned to her numb hands and feet, and she yelled out to him, “Hey! Hey, wait up!” and began to follow.
He didn’t turn back or even acknowledge her, and just kept walking. She soon caught up, grabbed his arm, and turned to face him.
He sighed as she tried to meet his eyes again; he wouldn’t look at her.
He was frustrating her greatly. “Hey, what happened back there?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied quietly.
Exactly!, she thought angrily. He shook off her grip and went along at a faster pace than before. “Come back!” she cried, going after him again. A part of her told her she was a fool to chase after him when he so clearly didn’t feel the same. But she remembered the look in his eyes and knew she couldn’t just give up on him.
Attempting to shake her off, he opened a door and disappeared into the room it led to. She smirked; the room he’d gone into was a tiny storage room, and had no back door.
She hurried in.
Inside, he realized his mistake as he switched on the light. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. On one end of the room was a half-broken old couch, like one could find in a psychiatrist’s office, and he sat down.
She entered the room not long after to see him sitting there, just waiting. She closed the door behind her and slid the deadbolt. Just in case.
He looked at her strangely. “Did you just lock us in here?”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“Why?”
“Because we need to talk, and you obviously don’t want to,” she said with a glimmer of anger in her eyes.
She leaned against the black, bolted door and folded her arms. Her heart was pounding fast and hard; she didn’t know quite how to explain everything without completely pouring her heart out to him.
He looked at her and their eyes locked again, and she knew she had to say it. She couldn’t let him go.
With a sigh she began. “Look. I don’t…I don’t really know how to say this. But…” Her heart beat like a drum. “…I think I love you.”
He didn’t say anything and looked at the floor.
So she continued. “I mean, I love talking to you, and you’re funny and so nice to everyone, and it doesn’t hurt that I think you’re incredibly attractive as well. I…when I almost slipped back there, I liked being in your arms. And…” Her eyes drifted to the ground around her feet, and her expression softened. “…and when I looked in your eyes, I saw something I’d never seen before. Something true and real, something beautiful.”
She looked back at him; he was watching her as she spoke. When he noticed she was looking up again, he met her gaze for a moment and then looked away with a sigh.
She crossed the room over to him slowly; he watched her come closer.
“I dunno. Maybe I’m crazy. But back there…back there I felt something, some sort of chemistry. So tell me. Am I crazy?” she asked, sitting next to him.
He looked troubled and torn, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. She edged closer to him and slid her hand over his.
After a few moments which seemed like ten forevers, he took her hand.
But she barely had time to smile; all at once he pulled his hand free and put his head in his hands.
“Would you make up your mind already?” she said, becoming quite irritated.
“I’m sorry.” he said, glancing at her. “I’m being a jerk, aren’t I?”
“Honestly? Yes,” she said.
He shook his head wearily. “It’s not you.”
“So then what?” she asked, meeting his eyes.
He smiled a bit. “I like that you’re honest.” He looked away. “Some people aren’t.”
“As much as I like being flattered, you’re avoiding my question.”
He nodded. “Yes.”
He got up and wandered, staring at the bolted door. It seemed he had no idea where he was going. She watched him, hoping he wouldn’t leave.
I hope he never leaves, she thought despite herself. She was sounding like a lovesick schoolgirl.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed. “I…I don’t even know what to say,” he admitted, turning back to her.
“Well, how about I start, then.” she said, still sitting. “I know, if nothing else, we’re friends. I also know that I like you an awful lot and that I’m possibly in love with you. I know that you…well, I don’t know about you,” she said, throwing up her hands and looking away.
When she met his gaze again she found, as per usual, she couldn’t read his expression. Frustrating, to say the least. “Quit being so mysterious,” she muttered, irritated.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again.
“Just tell me what’s going on. One second I think you’re going to kiss me and the next you’re walking away.” she said, somewhat bitterly.
He gave a little nod, but then turned his back to her. Concerned, she got up and walked over to him. “Are you okay?” she asked, afraid to put an arm around him. Afraid he’d push her away again tonight.
He shook his head this time, his expression pained. “I’ve been…kind of messed up lately,” he finally said. “Recently my…my fiancée and I split up.”
She gasped. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She was mortified; here she was practically throwing herself at him right after he’d broken up with someone. Everything made so much sense now.
“What happened?” she asked, wondering if talking about it would help him. “Did she ditch you?”
He shook his head. “No, I broke up with her.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, why?” she asked, terribly curious.
“She wasn’t who I thought she was,” he said after a long silence. “I thought she was everything I’d been looking for. But in the end, it turned out she…she was just using me.” His voice became more hushed as he went on.
“That bitch,” she exclaimed, unable to help herself. He looked at her. “Sorry.”
To her surprise he actually cracked a smile. “Yeah. I guess so.” But the smile was fleeting; he went on, “Mostly I’m mad at myself for not realizing sooner. For awhile people were telling me she was bad news…I just didn’t want to believe them.”
“I’m sorry. If I’d known…” she began, but he cut her off.
“You didn’t know, it’s okay.”
After a moment he said softly, “You’re a lot different than her. I never knew what she was really thinking, if she meant what she said.”
“I don’t like lying. I have nothing to hide,” she said.
He turned to her, and gave a half-smile. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Just for putting up with me.”
“I’m your friend, it’s what I do,” she said. After an anxious moment of consideration, she drew him close in a hug. It couldn’t hurt, she reasoned.
He returned her embrace, much to her delight.
When they broke apart, she took a moment to meet his eyes again, and she felt the same energy she felt before. Once again it was a matter of inches that separated their faces, and she desperately wanted a kiss. But it felt wrong to just go and kiss him. She could tell from how he spoke he was still hurting.
She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the moment. She never wanted to let him go. She wished this one moment could go on, but she knew she had to let go soon.
“People are going to start looking for us soon,” she finally said, her head still resting on his shoulder, still caught in his embrace.
“Probably,” he replied. She felt his grip start to loosen, and she closed her eyes tight, disappointed. She let him go slowly.
He looked to the still-bolted door and then back to her. “Can I trust you?” he asked.
“Of course, with anything,” she replied instantly.
“Really? With anything?”
“Why would I lie to you?” she said, tilting her head curiously. She didn’t know what he was getting at.
And then, before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her. He was hesitant, and somewhat awkward and shy, but the kiss was sweet all the same.
After a moment of stunned silence, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, softly but surely.
They broke apart and smiled. “You know how I said I was possibly in love with you? I’m pretty sure now,” she said happily.
He grinned; she loved his smile. “I love you too.”
She leaned in for another kiss, both of them no longer afraid of being pushed away.
^_^
Quote of the Day: "You'll never catch me alive, coppers!" He screamed into the night as he drove off."
~June