One shot
um... yeah, a random little oneshot:
Staring and listening.
Always listening; needing to hear his voice. She hates talking about herself, so she never actually speaks. She listens to his words, wanting to absorb everything that he says.
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Though, it can’t be said that he hasn’t tried to get her speak. Many times he’ll ask her questions, but she evades, relentless in her own search.
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A search for the everything that will fill her heart. The more he opens up to her, the more full and right her heart feels. She knows it’s love, but can’t say it to him. What if he says no? What if he only thinks of her as a friend; a best friend, but a friend none-the-less.
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He wraps an arm around her as he’s seen guys do to their girlfriends. He’s told her so much and yet, the most important thing is the three words he can’t say to her. He sighs, for once at a loss of what to say. “... What... do you want?” He winces at the way he’s worded it, “From life. In general...”
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She sidesteps, almost automatically, “I dunno... What do you want? From life. In general.” She teases and smirks up at him. Being tall herself only leaves her about five inches short of his 6'1" height, but she always seems shorter sitting next to him.
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He gently scowls down at her, noticing how close her face is because of her unusual height, “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working this time. I may be athletic, but that doesn’t make me stupid. Now, I’m not going to answer until you answer first.” He looks away from her, feigning anger and disgust.
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She decides he’s serious and sticks out her tongue out at him. Not that he can see. ‘Well, damn his stubbornness.’ She had thought this trait cute or admirable but when used against her, she wasn’t sure she liked it. She looks across the city, between the buildings, to see a slight glimpse of the sea. The only place she felt comfortable and the two had started thinking of the roof of her apartment building as their hide-away from the rest of the world. She thinks on what to say.
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He isn’t sure now if he made the right decision. Her uneasy silence seems deafening to his ears, roaring above the other sounds of outer Manhattan. He looks and sees her distant eyes staring at her favorite part of the view. Though she speaks seldom of herself, her mannerisms spoke in loud volumes. Always looking for that strip of ocean, always needing the support of something to lean on(though, regretfully this something is often the wall of the stairwell, not himself), always covering her body with something to hide the scars from before she moved to New York(the one time he got her to say anything, she joked that he was the reason she stopped cutting. Ha!). He watches with dread as she slowly turns to him again and warily takes his arm off her shoulder.
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She takes in a deep breath and says flippantly, but secretly voicing her serious opinion, “What I want is you.” More seriously, she adds, “I always want to be with you and I want to be allowed to love you, whether that be from afar or near.” She smiles hesitantly, but proud of herself because she didn’t run away, “And you?”
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He takes her chin and raises it slightly as he kisses her. Though his kiss is chaste, it’s only as chaste as his love can keep it. Which probably won’t be long. “I dunno. What do you think?” He smiles and puts his arms around her waist. It’s slightly awkward, but he doesn’t mind.
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Her responding kiss shows how little she minds the position. She cuddles closer to him and rests her head in front of his shoulder blade.
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He lays his head on top of hers and sighs, contentedly. Then chuckles, “You know, since you know all about the me. It seems only fair that I know everything about you, right? Because I can’t talk anymore to you if I know absolutely nothing of the love of my life.”
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She smiles lazily and almost smugly at being called his love, but doesn’t really intend on talking too much, “Sure. Okay.”
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He grins mischievously, “So... what’s your life story? Or should I just leave now?”
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She covers her face with her hands and groans loudly, “Augh! You evil, evil person!”
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“Heh. So...?” He waits intently, leaving the question open ended for her to begin.
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She makes a face into the palms of her hands, then sighs, readying herself for a LONG talk. Possibly consisting of every day for the next year. But she thinks she can handle it. “So... you pain the arse, here I go. I was born February twenty-fifth. I don’t remember much about the first 8 or so years of my life, but my mom says...”
A/N: hmmm... well, first of all: longer than I thought it’d be... only 801 words, but still. I mean, I’ve read shorter ones-hots, so I’m proud of it, regardless.
Two: YES!!! they have no names! this is not an oversight, I planned it from the beginning. So, POO ON YOU! ... and if you have to, think of it as writer’s conveniance... and it changes point of view everytime there’s a dash… it starts with the girl’s pov, then the guy’s, etc…
Three: I’m embarressed to say that this IS one of my best works... my only present tense writing piece too... bleagh... oh well...
... HEY!! Artificial Happiness!! **grabs a Dr. Pepper and gulps it down like a beer** WOO-HOO, SUGAR HIGH, HERE I COME!!! **Runs towards Sugar High, Thempervania. (And yes, in my brain that IS a real place! XP!)**
um... read and review, please! or just leave a comment...
Staring and listening.
Always listening; needing to hear his voice. She hates talking about herself, so she never actually speaks. She listens to his words, wanting to absorb everything that he says.
-
Though, it can’t be said that he hasn’t tried to get her speak. Many times he’ll ask her questions, but she evades, relentless in her own search.
-
A search for the everything that will fill her heart. The more he opens up to her, the more full and right her heart feels. She knows it’s love, but can’t say it to him. What if he says no? What if he only thinks of her as a friend; a best friend, but a friend none-the-less.
-
He wraps an arm around her as he’s seen guys do to their girlfriends. He’s told her so much and yet, the most important thing is the three words he can’t say to her. He sighs, for once at a loss of what to say. “... What... do you want?” He winces at the way he’s worded it, “From life. In general...”
-
She sidesteps, almost automatically, “I dunno... What do you want? From life. In general.” She teases and smirks up at him. Being tall herself only leaves her about five inches short of his 6'1" height, but she always seems shorter sitting next to him.
-
He gently scowls down at her, noticing how close her face is because of her unusual height, “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working this time. I may be athletic, but that doesn’t make me stupid. Now, I’m not going to answer until you answer first.” He looks away from her, feigning anger and disgust.
-
She decides he’s serious and sticks out her tongue out at him. Not that he can see. ‘Well, damn his stubbornness.’ She had thought this trait cute or admirable but when used against her, she wasn’t sure she liked it. She looks across the city, between the buildings, to see a slight glimpse of the sea. The only place she felt comfortable and the two had started thinking of the roof of her apartment building as their hide-away from the rest of the world. She thinks on what to say.
-
He isn’t sure now if he made the right decision. Her uneasy silence seems deafening to his ears, roaring above the other sounds of outer Manhattan. He looks and sees her distant eyes staring at her favorite part of the view. Though she speaks seldom of herself, her mannerisms spoke in loud volumes. Always looking for that strip of ocean, always needing the support of something to lean on(though, regretfully this something is often the wall of the stairwell, not himself), always covering her body with something to hide the scars from before she moved to New York(the one time he got her to say anything, she joked that he was the reason she stopped cutting. Ha!). He watches with dread as she slowly turns to him again and warily takes his arm off her shoulder.
-
She takes in a deep breath and says flippantly, but secretly voicing her serious opinion, “What I want is you.” More seriously, she adds, “I always want to be with you and I want to be allowed to love you, whether that be from afar or near.” She smiles hesitantly, but proud of herself because she didn’t run away, “And you?”
-
He takes her chin and raises it slightly as he kisses her. Though his kiss is chaste, it’s only as chaste as his love can keep it. Which probably won’t be long. “I dunno. What do you think?” He smiles and puts his arms around her waist. It’s slightly awkward, but he doesn’t mind.
-
Her responding kiss shows how little she minds the position. She cuddles closer to him and rests her head in front of his shoulder blade.
-
He lays his head on top of hers and sighs, contentedly. Then chuckles, “You know, since you know all about the me. It seems only fair that I know everything about you, right? Because I can’t talk anymore to you if I know absolutely nothing of the love of my life.”
-
She smiles lazily and almost smugly at being called his love, but doesn’t really intend on talking too much, “Sure. Okay.”
-
He grins mischievously, “So... what’s your life story? Or should I just leave now?”
-
She covers her face with her hands and groans loudly, “Augh! You evil, evil person!”
-
“Heh. So...?” He waits intently, leaving the question open ended for her to begin.
-
She makes a face into the palms of her hands, then sighs, readying herself for a LONG talk. Possibly consisting of every day for the next year. But she thinks she can handle it. “So... you pain the arse, here I go. I was born February twenty-fifth. I don’t remember much about the first 8 or so years of my life, but my mom says...”
A/N: hmmm... well, first of all: longer than I thought it’d be... only 801 words, but still. I mean, I’ve read shorter ones-hots, so I’m proud of it, regardless.
Two: YES!!! they have no names! this is not an oversight, I planned it from the beginning. So, POO ON YOU! ... and if you have to, think of it as writer’s conveniance... and it changes point of view everytime there’s a dash… it starts with the girl’s pov, then the guy’s, etc…
Three: I’m embarressed to say that this IS one of my best works... my only present tense writing piece too... bleagh... oh well...
... HEY!! Artificial Happiness!! **grabs a Dr. Pepper and gulps it down like a beer** WOO-HOO, SUGAR HIGH, HERE I COME!!! **Runs towards Sugar High, Thempervania. (And yes, in my brain that IS a real place! XP!)**
um... read and review, please! or just leave a comment...