Again, I Go Unnoticed- Angst/Romance- T
The aformentioned sequel. Might not make sense away from Hands Down.
Title: Again I Go Unnoticed
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Degrassi nor do I own Again I Go Unnoticed, which is owned by the amazing band Dashboard Confessional.
Summary: Your first love is not a Fairytale. The end.
Note: This is my second Degrassi one-shot and a sequel to my first one- shot, Hands Down. You know that girl that the guy was dating and didn’t want to leave the girl he was kissing for? Yeah, well, this is for her.
Note2: Sorry but I couldn’t tie in the title this time around, since the story isn’t from first person POV. My apologies. More talking too. Mmm hmm. I can hear the tomatoes as we speak.
Note3 (my last one, I promise): To answer the question everyone seems to be asking me about the part that goes before this, the boiler room was broken, which is why they weren’t sweaty pigs.
So quiet.
Another wasted night
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed.
- Dashboard Confessional, ‘Again I Go Unnoticed’
Fairytales had always been her favorite form of literary writing.
She was never exactly sure what it was, exactly, that did it for her. Maybe it was the fantasy that one day a knight would come, in shining armor, and sweep her off of her feet. Of course, she had never been that close to her father- to say the least- so it was no surprise that her knight was him. It had always been him, she supposed. Ever since she learned to utter the words ‘dada’ to an empty room, she had decided that he would always be the one who saved him. And maybe, if he let her, she could save him too.
But that was then, this was now. She had no wants to save her father now. What he did, she realized bitterly, is of none of her business, nor should it be of any of her concern. But her hopes of a knight in shining armor did not go away as easily. At first, she thought it fit that it be someone close to her, though not as close- or far- as a father might be. So she thought it to be one of her closest friends.
He didn’t seem to like the idea that much, however, and quickly blew her off. Then she aimed higher, almost more out of her reach. Maybe, she thought briskly one day as she walked home from school, if he didn’t know her, he couldn’t hurt her. This idea, however, was quickly shot down when she endured a very heavy, and hurtful, break up from someone she knew for no longer than 3 days. But even with a newly broken heart, and a swollen throat- which had suffered in her frail yells, she still had her ultimate love scenario in her mind.
The rain would be pouring against her long, by now damp hair.
She would scream at him, angry that he was giving her that face, though she would be unsure as to what it would mean. But he didn’t care. He never cared.
He would simply lean in slowly, almost as if asking for permission, before colliding his lips with her own.
Their eyes would be closed.
She smiled at the thought. No matter she was doing- whether shopping for food, eating silently by her significant other, snuggled or tucked into the arm of the aforementioned other, or just reading an insightful book- she would always smile. It was an unwritten rule and she had made it a priority.
But, to her surprise, he noticed. He who she had begun having these fantasies about in the first place, had noticed her small smiles with hidden meaning. She almost jumped when he actually dressed her about it after several weeks of seemingly subtle questions.
Yes, it would always start as something casual, wouldn’t it? “What’s gotten you so happy?” he would always start off asking, though his eyes seemed to be drawn nowhere near her.
But still, the heat would creep up to cheeks and she would smile. Whether it was mischievously because she had a secret that she wanted desperately to tell him, or politely because she wanted to yell at him for interrupting her thoughts, she couldn’t remember. “Oh, you know, stuff…” and she would always let her sentence trail off, as if to let him fill in the blanks. And normally, that had satisfied him fine.
But not today. For he, who she was sure he never had a whole happy thought, frowned grimly at this. At her. “What’s so great that it has you smiling like an idiot?” he asked, off- handedly.
Despite the fact that he had never before asked the question, she was more than well equipped with an answer. “Love…”
She caught her breath in her throat just as his lips crashed down to kiss her. It felt weird, kissing him again. They had just suffered the nastiest fight she had ever endured with someone of the opposite sex. But maybe that’s what you do, when you date someone… you forgive and you forget. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, because she did. Life was made a whole lot easier because of it. It was the understanding part that had bewildered her. She supposed that it partly wasn’t her fault. But no matter how much she attempted to comfort herself, the whole thing just struck her as… weird. Very, very weird. Swallowing whatever it was that she was about to say, she pulled away lightly, catching his eyes. They looked glazed.
He breathed lightly against her neck before sitting down suddenly, almost as if nothing had happened. She frowned at him. What was wrong with him? She tapped her fingers against the top of the blanket they were rested on, somewhat impatiently. When she got no response, which honestly didn’t surprise her at all these days, she sighed loudly, hoping he would finally cast a look her way.
But he didn’t. So she got up. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she tightened the hoodie around her body before brushing down the top of her jeans. “I’m going out for a walk.” Despite the fact that he still was not looking at her, she seemed to sound somewhat hopeful. “Would you…”
He was staring down at the flower prints on her covers. “No. I’m- I’m fine here, thanks.”
She nodded before frowning at him. But deciding that she couldn’t- more as, wouldn’t- let his foul behavior bring her down, she continued on her trench outside.
Sighing to herself, she tugged at the band around her wrist before pulling it off and pulling her hair up into a pony tail. Rubbing the loose grease off of the inside of her palm and on the outside of her track pants, she began to run. Running was always something that she could count on to never change. Even though the destination to which she was running to was always different, the direction (forward) to which she was running was never different, and while the strength she used while she ran would change, she never noticed. Not until she was done.
Running past the trees that she had seen her neighbors plant when she was little (she remembered because she had written her name on the wet cement they had put around the tree to protect it from young, preying children like herself), the post office that seemed deserted in the nighttime (or anytime, really), and the park that had nothing but a broken swing set and a large, empty pool, she finally decided to take a rest on a small, dirty, bench that was planted in front of the broken swings.
Finally thinking that she had found peace and salvation, she was surprised when she heard another voice invade her privacy. “Hey.”
She looked up slowly and was confused when the person actually took the liberty of sitting next to her. Did he not have some other unsuspecting, practically- heartbroken, person to bother at the moment? “Hi.” she replied back, preparing the balls of her feet to walk.
But the boy obviously had other plans. “Don’t- don’t I know you?” he asked suddenly, just as she got up to leave. She turned back to look at him with an odd look. She knew right away from his voice who he was. How could he not notice the same for her?
“Um, yeah. I go to Degrassi too.”
“Really?” he asked back, ruffling his hair with contempt. He seemed to be very disappointed in himself for not noticing it sooner. He got up and stood in front of her. “You look familiar, but I doubt that that’s why.”
She scrunched her face up slowly. Well, why was it? She walked closer to him so she could look him in the eye. “Trust me, that’s the only place I know you from. Or maybe it was from you torturing me back when I was in Grade 7.”
He laughed wholeheartedly at this. This, he obviously remembered. “Oh yeah,” he said, slapping his hand against his knee as if it had no place else to go. “Now I remember you. You’re… What’s-his-faces’ girlfriend, right?”
She shot him an unamused look. What’s-his-faces’ girlfriend. That was nice. “Yes,” she said briskly, attempting to get away from him and the conversation as soon as possible. “I suppose that I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get who you were dating…?”
The boys face fell and he looked as if she had bruised him in a way that no one else had. She highly doubted that. “Oh, that’s really nice, thanks.” he said, in an offbeat attempt to be sarcastic.
She blatantly ignored him.
Trying to find a confusing way home, so not only would he not remember but he would get tired and leave her along half way there, she stopped when she finally realized that he was still following her. He obviously was thinking about something else since her sudden stop caught him off guard. She too was caught off guard, which was obvious in the way he tipped her with his weight and her fair skinned face collided with the rocky ground.
He was attempting to help her up, that much she remembered of the incident, but what he was saying to her was a blur. It seemed to be a cross between him being sincerely sorry and him being furiously angry. Her brain was just too distorted at the moment to really care.
When she was finally on her feet, she gave him a lost look, as if she had been the cause to all of her troubles. No doubt that had he not been there, she would not have fell. Hell, had he not been there, she wouldn’t even have had to leave her bench so early. She would still be sitting on the germ-carrying seat, laughing at fuzzy memories of her and her best friend going on the swings and falling that might or might not have happened.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked her from where he was standing, his arm pressed against her back in what she assumed was his way of helping her standing up straighter. She merely grunted in response. “Are you sure? You look like of… out of it.”
She shook her head, not liking the way the conversation was going, before twirling around so they were once again eye to eye. In truth, he was probably a few inches taller than her but neither really cared. All that mattered was that his face was on her cheek and that his face seemed to be moving closer. Or maybe it was moving sideways. Her head was aching and her stomach was churning so loudly that she couldn’t even tell.
And no matter how cliché it was, or how lame it might have seemed, he did utter the words that she had never heard anyone ask her since Kindergarten. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
She didn’t even have time to think about how wrong it was, how weird it was before he kissed her, probably in an attempt to stop the rapid blinking of her eyes. But that didn’t help much.
Her eyes didn’t close.
She didn’t feel like she were floating on air.
The ground didn’t move from under her feet.
It was overall nothing special or hadn’t felt before.
But she accepted it. She opened her mouth, let him slip- more like thrust- his tongue into it and accepted it. Accepted him. And in its own way, that was something special.
They pulled away in a rush and she felt herself missing the feeling of kissing a stranger. Or kissing someone who considered her a stranger. Her mouth felt limp and dry and she suddenly felt stupid for kissing him in the first place. All the emotions hit her at once. Hard.
“I have to go,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking with tranquility. She didn’t know how it were even possible for someone to be so calm in a situation like this. He stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in school, maybe.”
But before she could mumble back a Maybe, he was walking away, as was she. It was such a weird moment that didn’t make sense at all. It was out of the blue and she wondered if he would be one of the people who would pop up towards the end of the story and be her Knight in Shining Armor, or if he was simply another chapter in her life that people would skim through with boredom. At this point, she couldn’t truthfully say that she cared either way.
Walking herself back to the house, she was beyond angry when the rain started to pour on her head. Just the perfect way to end a perfect day. The weather man didn’t even say it was going to rain, not that he was the most reliable person in her life. No one in her life was reliable, come to think about it. Except… was that-
“You’re going to get cold in the rain,” someone’s voice said gruffly, his own clothes starting to pour. She narrowed her eyes to see if this were the same guy who had declined her invitation for a walk earlier. When she saw that it was, she almost laughed out loud. She let him walk towards her and slip his own flannel shirt around her shoulders. “Where were you anyway?”
Guilt spun around her head and her stomach churned once again. This time though, she was sure that she was the only one who heard it. How does one answer that question? She wanted to be strong about the whole thing- wanted to answer truthfully that she had actually been making out with some stranger that went to school with them but didn’t even know his name but decided against it.
“Walking.” she said quickly, as if she went walking when he was on her bed, resting and watching TV, everyday. She tried to push past him but he wouldn’t let her go through. After a few more attempts, she finally gave up and collapsed onto his chest, much to his obvious amusement. “What do you want?” she mumbled into his shirt, the rain messing her speech up more.
He brought her away from him so he could look her in the eye before pushing her chin up with his finger in an accusatory way. “Are you sure?” he asked, himself sounding a bit uncertain. He seemed to realize just how stupid he must have sounded and began an attempt at rephrasing the question. “I mean… are you sure that you were just walking?”
She snorted softly before looking off into a completely different direction. Anywhere but his face. “Yeah, I’m sure. What else would I be doing anyway? It’s, like, 10pm.” The band in her hair snapped at that moment but neither seemed to notice.
His eyes widened slightly but he said nothing. After a few seconds though, he seemed ready to form full sentences. “Which reminds me,” he said, nodding towards the wall where they would both climb up to sneak back into her bedroom. “I have to get going. I doubt your mom would like walking in on me.”
She giggled at this. “Yeah, you’re right.” she tightened the shirt around her and began to button it up, gripping on the shirt for dear life. “I’ll, uh, give you the shirt back on Monday or something.”
He gave her the look that said he knew her better than to think that he would ever get the shirt back again, before stopping in front of her. “Hey,” he said suddenly.
She looked up at him and lost the spot where her hand was fumbling with a button, causing her to put the third button in the fourth hole. If she actually saw it, she would be furious. But she didn’t so she isn’t. All she cared about was her pounding headache and the sight in front of her. Then there was the rain.
The rain that was against pouring against her long, by now damp hair.
She screamed at him, angry that he was giving her that face, though she was unsure as of what it meant. But he didn’t care. He never cared.
He just leaned in slowly, almost as if asking for permission, before colliding his lips with her own.
Their eyes were closed.
Title: Again I Go Unnoticed
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Degrassi nor do I own Again I Go Unnoticed, which is owned by the amazing band Dashboard Confessional.
Summary: Your first love is not a Fairytale. The end.
Note: This is my second Degrassi one-shot and a sequel to my first one- shot, Hands Down. You know that girl that the guy was dating and didn’t want to leave the girl he was kissing for? Yeah, well, this is for her.
Note2: Sorry but I couldn’t tie in the title this time around, since the story isn’t from first person POV. My apologies. More talking too. Mmm hmm. I can hear the tomatoes as we speak.
Note3 (my last one, I promise): To answer the question everyone seems to be asking me about the part that goes before this, the boiler room was broken, which is why they weren’t sweaty pigs.
So quiet.
Another wasted night
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed.
- Dashboard Confessional, ‘Again I Go Unnoticed’
Fairytales had always been her favorite form of literary writing.
She was never exactly sure what it was, exactly, that did it for her. Maybe it was the fantasy that one day a knight would come, in shining armor, and sweep her off of her feet. Of course, she had never been that close to her father- to say the least- so it was no surprise that her knight was him. It had always been him, she supposed. Ever since she learned to utter the words ‘dada’ to an empty room, she had decided that he would always be the one who saved him. And maybe, if he let her, she could save him too.
But that was then, this was now. She had no wants to save her father now. What he did, she realized bitterly, is of none of her business, nor should it be of any of her concern. But her hopes of a knight in shining armor did not go away as easily. At first, she thought it fit that it be someone close to her, though not as close- or far- as a father might be. So she thought it to be one of her closest friends.
He didn’t seem to like the idea that much, however, and quickly blew her off. Then she aimed higher, almost more out of her reach. Maybe, she thought briskly one day as she walked home from school, if he didn’t know her, he couldn’t hurt her. This idea, however, was quickly shot down when she endured a very heavy, and hurtful, break up from someone she knew for no longer than 3 days. But even with a newly broken heart, and a swollen throat- which had suffered in her frail yells, she still had her ultimate love scenario in her mind.
The rain would be pouring against her long, by now damp hair.
She would scream at him, angry that he was giving her that face, though she would be unsure as to what it would mean. But he didn’t care. He never cared.
He would simply lean in slowly, almost as if asking for permission, before colliding his lips with her own.
Their eyes would be closed.
She smiled at the thought. No matter she was doing- whether shopping for food, eating silently by her significant other, snuggled or tucked into the arm of the aforementioned other, or just reading an insightful book- she would always smile. It was an unwritten rule and she had made it a priority.
But, to her surprise, he noticed. He who she had begun having these fantasies about in the first place, had noticed her small smiles with hidden meaning. She almost jumped when he actually dressed her about it after several weeks of seemingly subtle questions.
Yes, it would always start as something casual, wouldn’t it? “What’s gotten you so happy?” he would always start off asking, though his eyes seemed to be drawn nowhere near her.
But still, the heat would creep up to cheeks and she would smile. Whether it was mischievously because she had a secret that she wanted desperately to tell him, or politely because she wanted to yell at him for interrupting her thoughts, she couldn’t remember. “Oh, you know, stuff…” and she would always let her sentence trail off, as if to let him fill in the blanks. And normally, that had satisfied him fine.
But not today. For he, who she was sure he never had a whole happy thought, frowned grimly at this. At her. “What’s so great that it has you smiling like an idiot?” he asked, off- handedly.
Despite the fact that he had never before asked the question, she was more than well equipped with an answer. “Love…”
She caught her breath in her throat just as his lips crashed down to kiss her. It felt weird, kissing him again. They had just suffered the nastiest fight she had ever endured with someone of the opposite sex. But maybe that’s what you do, when you date someone… you forgive and you forget. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, because she did. Life was made a whole lot easier because of it. It was the understanding part that had bewildered her. She supposed that it partly wasn’t her fault. But no matter how much she attempted to comfort herself, the whole thing just struck her as… weird. Very, very weird. Swallowing whatever it was that she was about to say, she pulled away lightly, catching his eyes. They looked glazed.
He breathed lightly against her neck before sitting down suddenly, almost as if nothing had happened. She frowned at him. What was wrong with him? She tapped her fingers against the top of the blanket they were rested on, somewhat impatiently. When she got no response, which honestly didn’t surprise her at all these days, she sighed loudly, hoping he would finally cast a look her way.
But he didn’t. So she got up. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she tightened the hoodie around her body before brushing down the top of her jeans. “I’m going out for a walk.” Despite the fact that he still was not looking at her, she seemed to sound somewhat hopeful. “Would you…”
He was staring down at the flower prints on her covers. “No. I’m- I’m fine here, thanks.”
She nodded before frowning at him. But deciding that she couldn’t- more as, wouldn’t- let his foul behavior bring her down, she continued on her trench outside.
Sighing to herself, she tugged at the band around her wrist before pulling it off and pulling her hair up into a pony tail. Rubbing the loose grease off of the inside of her palm and on the outside of her track pants, she began to run. Running was always something that she could count on to never change. Even though the destination to which she was running to was always different, the direction (forward) to which she was running was never different, and while the strength she used while she ran would change, she never noticed. Not until she was done.
Running past the trees that she had seen her neighbors plant when she was little (she remembered because she had written her name on the wet cement they had put around the tree to protect it from young, preying children like herself), the post office that seemed deserted in the nighttime (or anytime, really), and the park that had nothing but a broken swing set and a large, empty pool, she finally decided to take a rest on a small, dirty, bench that was planted in front of the broken swings.
Finally thinking that she had found peace and salvation, she was surprised when she heard another voice invade her privacy. “Hey.”
She looked up slowly and was confused when the person actually took the liberty of sitting next to her. Did he not have some other unsuspecting, practically- heartbroken, person to bother at the moment? “Hi.” she replied back, preparing the balls of her feet to walk.
But the boy obviously had other plans. “Don’t- don’t I know you?” he asked suddenly, just as she got up to leave. She turned back to look at him with an odd look. She knew right away from his voice who he was. How could he not notice the same for her?
“Um, yeah. I go to Degrassi too.”
“Really?” he asked back, ruffling his hair with contempt. He seemed to be very disappointed in himself for not noticing it sooner. He got up and stood in front of her. “You look familiar, but I doubt that that’s why.”
She scrunched her face up slowly. Well, why was it? She walked closer to him so she could look him in the eye. “Trust me, that’s the only place I know you from. Or maybe it was from you torturing me back when I was in Grade 7.”
He laughed wholeheartedly at this. This, he obviously remembered. “Oh yeah,” he said, slapping his hand against his knee as if it had no place else to go. “Now I remember you. You’re… What’s-his-faces’ girlfriend, right?”
She shot him an unamused look. What’s-his-faces’ girlfriend. That was nice. “Yes,” she said briskly, attempting to get away from him and the conversation as soon as possible. “I suppose that I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get who you were dating…?”
The boys face fell and he looked as if she had bruised him in a way that no one else had. She highly doubted that. “Oh, that’s really nice, thanks.” he said, in an offbeat attempt to be sarcastic.
She blatantly ignored him.
Trying to find a confusing way home, so not only would he not remember but he would get tired and leave her along half way there, she stopped when she finally realized that he was still following her. He obviously was thinking about something else since her sudden stop caught him off guard. She too was caught off guard, which was obvious in the way he tipped her with his weight and her fair skinned face collided with the rocky ground.
He was attempting to help her up, that much she remembered of the incident, but what he was saying to her was a blur. It seemed to be a cross between him being sincerely sorry and him being furiously angry. Her brain was just too distorted at the moment to really care.
When she was finally on her feet, she gave him a lost look, as if she had been the cause to all of her troubles. No doubt that had he not been there, she would not have fell. Hell, had he not been there, she wouldn’t even have had to leave her bench so early. She would still be sitting on the germ-carrying seat, laughing at fuzzy memories of her and her best friend going on the swings and falling that might or might not have happened.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked her from where he was standing, his arm pressed against her back in what she assumed was his way of helping her standing up straighter. She merely grunted in response. “Are you sure? You look like of… out of it.”
She shook her head, not liking the way the conversation was going, before twirling around so they were once again eye to eye. In truth, he was probably a few inches taller than her but neither really cared. All that mattered was that his face was on her cheek and that his face seemed to be moving closer. Or maybe it was moving sideways. Her head was aching and her stomach was churning so loudly that she couldn’t even tell.
And no matter how cliché it was, or how lame it might have seemed, he did utter the words that she had never heard anyone ask her since Kindergarten. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
She didn’t even have time to think about how wrong it was, how weird it was before he kissed her, probably in an attempt to stop the rapid blinking of her eyes. But that didn’t help much.
Her eyes didn’t close.
She didn’t feel like she were floating on air.
The ground didn’t move from under her feet.
It was overall nothing special or hadn’t felt before.
But she accepted it. She opened her mouth, let him slip- more like thrust- his tongue into it and accepted it. Accepted him. And in its own way, that was something special.
They pulled away in a rush and she felt herself missing the feeling of kissing a stranger. Or kissing someone who considered her a stranger. Her mouth felt limp and dry and she suddenly felt stupid for kissing him in the first place. All the emotions hit her at once. Hard.
“I have to go,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking with tranquility. She didn’t know how it were even possible for someone to be so calm in a situation like this. He stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in school, maybe.”
But before she could mumble back a Maybe, he was walking away, as was she. It was such a weird moment that didn’t make sense at all. It was out of the blue and she wondered if he would be one of the people who would pop up towards the end of the story and be her Knight in Shining Armor, or if he was simply another chapter in her life that people would skim through with boredom. At this point, she couldn’t truthfully say that she cared either way.
Walking herself back to the house, she was beyond angry when the rain started to pour on her head. Just the perfect way to end a perfect day. The weather man didn’t even say it was going to rain, not that he was the most reliable person in her life. No one in her life was reliable, come to think about it. Except… was that-
“You’re going to get cold in the rain,” someone’s voice said gruffly, his own clothes starting to pour. She narrowed her eyes to see if this were the same guy who had declined her invitation for a walk earlier. When she saw that it was, she almost laughed out loud. She let him walk towards her and slip his own flannel shirt around her shoulders. “Where were you anyway?”
Guilt spun around her head and her stomach churned once again. This time though, she was sure that she was the only one who heard it. How does one answer that question? She wanted to be strong about the whole thing- wanted to answer truthfully that she had actually been making out with some stranger that went to school with them but didn’t even know his name but decided against it.
“Walking.” she said quickly, as if she went walking when he was on her bed, resting and watching TV, everyday. She tried to push past him but he wouldn’t let her go through. After a few more attempts, she finally gave up and collapsed onto his chest, much to his obvious amusement. “What do you want?” she mumbled into his shirt, the rain messing her speech up more.
He brought her away from him so he could look her in the eye before pushing her chin up with his finger in an accusatory way. “Are you sure?” he asked, himself sounding a bit uncertain. He seemed to realize just how stupid he must have sounded and began an attempt at rephrasing the question. “I mean… are you sure that you were just walking?”
She snorted softly before looking off into a completely different direction. Anywhere but his face. “Yeah, I’m sure. What else would I be doing anyway? It’s, like, 10pm.” The band in her hair snapped at that moment but neither seemed to notice.
His eyes widened slightly but he said nothing. After a few seconds though, he seemed ready to form full sentences. “Which reminds me,” he said, nodding towards the wall where they would both climb up to sneak back into her bedroom. “I have to get going. I doubt your mom would like walking in on me.”
She giggled at this. “Yeah, you’re right.” she tightened the shirt around her and began to button it up, gripping on the shirt for dear life. “I’ll, uh, give you the shirt back on Monday or something.”
He gave her the look that said he knew her better than to think that he would ever get the shirt back again, before stopping in front of her. “Hey,” he said suddenly.
She looked up at him and lost the spot where her hand was fumbling with a button, causing her to put the third button in the fourth hole. If she actually saw it, she would be furious. But she didn’t so she isn’t. All she cared about was her pounding headache and the sight in front of her. Then there was the rain.
The rain that was against pouring against her long, by now damp hair.
She screamed at him, angry that he was giving her that face, though she was unsure as of what it meant. But he didn’t care. He never cared.
He just leaned in slowly, almost as if asking for permission, before colliding his lips with her own.
Their eyes were closed.