My biggest issue has always been something that is very hard for me to tell anyone. Anyone face to face at least. I am not who I want to be. I never have been & probably never will be. I'm a boy. I was born a boy. I was born wrong; In the wrong body.
Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to be a girl. When I was younger, I remember being confused about why I never got what my sisters got. I was the only boy in my family of three sisters. The second youngest too. There was Julia, Cassedie and Emily, each of them brown haired and blue eyed, like me. Every time a birthday came around, I would only watch. I was never a very interactive or social type. I would sit from afar, mostly by myself and watch each of my sisters open there gifts. They would get clothes, baby dolls, Barbies and sometimes even the small girls make-up. And on rare occasions, they would get dresses'. Big, pink, frilly dresses'. The kind I was always jealous of.
I would sometimes ask my mom why I couldn't wear the same clothes as Julia or Emily. Cassedie was the tom boy type and didn't wear girly clothes. I was only 7 or 8, I think, when I started asking and she would just laugh and hug me. My mom was a beautiful women. She spent a lot of money on her looks and it always payed off. She would come home almost every weekend with a new dress or new M.A.C. make-up, showing it off to dad and my sisters. I loved the way she looked in all her dresses, the black ones, the summer dresses with spaghetti straps and the cute ones she wore to work. 'I want to look just like her' I would think when I saw her. That was my dream; To grow up big and tall like mom and wear those beautiful dresses.
"Your a cute little boy, Haden." She would giggle, tickling me, not answering my question of course. I laughed though, and often forgot about it. I was so young anyways and figured it didn't really matter right now. I could worry about wearing those dresses' later...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Tommy groaned under the thick comforter and rolled over to face me. I was laying on my stomach, pen in hand, scribbling away. I had been up for nearly a half hour, writing in my notebook again. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and turned the alarm off.
"Morning" I said to him, closing my notebook and setting it aside. I need to shower and get to work, Alvin's expecting me.
"Hey, how long have you been up" He slurred, still sleepy from our long night.
"Just a half hour, I was writing." I tell him flatly, heading towards the bathroom. I would always get my sudden inspirations to write at the most inopportune of times. This one happened to come at 5:30 in the morning.
"Oh, that biography of yours? Can I read it?" He asks, reaching for the notebook I had just set on the nightstand next to our bed.
"No!" I yelp, dashing back to the bed and snatching it from his hands.
"Woah kay! Sorry, just figured since I've known you almost your whole life that there's nothing you have written in there that I don't know already!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air like a criminal. I blushed a bit, standing there, clutching the notebook to my chest. I'm so paranoid sometimes, but maybe there is stuff in here that I don't want him to read yet. He did know about almost my entire life, but this was my thoughts, what I felt. It was...special.
My silence, once again, made him curious, as it does with everyone.
"Is there?" he said, looking at me quizzically, slight worry on his face.
"No" I replied quickly "I.. just don't ...want anyone to read... it..." I say, fumbling with my words, trying to cover up my sudden nervousness.
"You don't want anyone to read it? Isn't it a biography, which people read?" He said sarcastically, a confused but equally evil smirk on his face.
"Shut up" I said, tucking the notebook away in my bag for work "You didn't let me finish anyways. I was saying I don't want anyone to read it until I'm done with it." I said shortly and with that I huffed into the bathroom, bringing my bag, just in case.
"Oh! My bad" he yelled after me, his tone still sarcastic. I heard him still chuckling as I shut the door. I poked my head out of the door and stuck my tongue at him, the word 'meanie' leaving my lips again. That was my favorite thing to call him.
"Hey!" he said "Thats no way to treat your better half!"
I giggled and slammed the door shut before he could attack me, probably to tickle me to death like he always did. He jiggled the knob a bit, but soon gave up once he realized I'd locked it.
"You just wait" He warned, trying to sound scary. His remark just made me laugh harder, as usual.
After I had showered and was dressed and ready for the day, I decided to meet Tommy downstairs to talk about my story. I had told him I was going to write it, but I hadn't ever told him that I had actually started. I was in need of a reviewer though and thought about having him read it anyways, despite my flipping out earlier. I needed someone to spell check and such and he seemed like the perfect person. I asked him if he still wanted to read it while we were eating breakfast.
"So, you want me to read your biography even though just an hour ago you told me not to?" He asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"I knew you were gonna say that" I said proudly. We continued to eat in silence for a minute or two before he spoke up again.
"So why the sudden change of heart?" he asked, stabbing a piece of pancake and shoving it into his mouth.
"Well, I was thinking since I'm not exactly a professional writer, and even professionals do this..." I flipped my own pancake over several times, drenching it in syrup "that you know, maybe, you could review it for me? You know, check for errors or give me ideas?" I asked, innocently. I hope he falls for it. I don't want to have to play games this early in the morning.
"Of course I can. Definitely. Just ask when you want me to" He replied, simply. Just like that.
'Well that was easy' I thought, finishing up my pancakes.
"Well, thanks, it means a lot." I said, setting my dishes in the sink. I was about start the water to wash them but he stopped me.
"Don't worry about those, you need to get to the office and help your clients out" he said, clearing his plate as well.
"Okay...?" I said, smiling. I walked over to him and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. "I love you.." I said quietly.
"Love you too" he said, bringing me into a warm embrace. He released me and I grabbed my brief case and headed for the door.
"I'll see you later" I said, walking outside and waiting for his goodbye before shutting the door. I smiled to myself as I got into the car.
'This going to be a good day, I can just feel it' I thought to myself, pulling out of the drive way.
"The kids lying" I said flatly. I was in my office now, talking to my boss again before Alvin arrived. He was going to leave this evening and I thought I'd update him. He was pissing me off already though, with his annoying remarks to anything I said.
"Lying? As in...?" He said, not really paying attention and flipping through some magazine. Did I mention that my annoying boss has the most annoying name as well? Randy. It suits him. A dislikable, not all too friendly guy, who doesn't really care about much except his own existence.
"His testimony. He's lying." I said again. After 5 long hours of study, that was all I could come up with and Alvin would just tell me 'duh'. It was a stupid thing to say to him, seeing as it was the reason he was here. He knew this kid was lying, but no one believed him.
Randy said this to me in slightly different words, more hurried and bored ones before he left as Alvin walked in. He was right but so was I. Now I just needed to find those lies and the evidence to prove them wrong.
"You mean to tell me you were up until 12 AM studying my case and all you can tell me is something I already know? Dammit, man, are you taking me seriously?" Alvin fumed as I repeated to him what I had told Alvin earlier.
"Yes I am taking you seriously, this is how I work, okay? I know he is lying and I know that was an obvious thing, but what was he lying about?" I ask, pulling out my laptop. "Just tell me exactly what he lies about. In his testimony, because honestly, it doesn't make any sense."
He looked at me then the laptop, probably thinking 'didn't I do this yesterday?' But this is different, now I have my lead. He sighed and sat there silently for a second then he reached into his pocket, pulling a small baggy out. He laid it on my desk and sat back, his hands limp in his lap. I looked at the baggy, containing a white powder like substance inside. I picked it up and rubbed it between my fingers. My mouth fell open, in a gaping manner. What the...
"Are you...trying to sell me drugs?" I asked, pure disgust radiating from my voice.
He rolled his eyes, "No, you idiot, I'm showing you a lie" he snorted. I stared at him, my mouth still hanging open.
"Huh?" I was utterly dumbfounded now. He laughed again. "Well, I'm glad I humored you, but really, what the hell?" I asked again. He finally regained his composure and sat up.
"It's cocaine" He said, bluntly.
"No shit" I retorted. What does he think I am? Stupid? I'm a lawyer for Christ's sake. I see this crap everyday.
"Lemme' finish, okay?" He cut me off, leaning back into his seat "Its the cocaine that Diego supposedly bought from me that night." I continued to stare.
"The..what..?" I asked, still confused as to what exactly he was trying to show me.
"Cocaine. You know the white, powdery drug that people snort to get high, no doubt you've heard of it-" he started, talking to me like I had the IQ of a 2 year old.
"No, I know what it is, but what do you mean by, the cocaine Diego was supposed to buy from you?" I asked. It didn't make sense. If Diego had bought it, then how did Alvin have it?
"If he bought it, how do you still have it?" I asked, saying what I thought.
"Thats exactly it, he didn't buy it. And there is your first lie." he said, reaching for the baggy. I pulled away. If he was telling the truth, then this was critical evidence. He opened his mouth to protest but I explained.
"If your telling the truth, then you shouldn't have this anymore. Why didn't you tell anyone earlier?" I asked, studying the baggy between my fingers.
"I did! I'm not dumb! Its not like I'm trying to go to jail again!" He huffed. "But like I said before, no one believed me, or if they did, they didn't have the balls to try and prove it."
"Oh" I said, thoughtfully. "I understand why, though, this is quite a long shot, you know.." I said, setting the baggy down and typing more notes onto my laptop.
"I know it is, but it's all I've got so far. See the night I.. or rather he says I raped him, I was pretty far gone on my own drugs, but I still remember what happened or at least I'm starting to.." he let that last part trail off, as if he had more to say but didn't.
I waited, thinking he would say something else, but he didn't. No wonder I didn't get much out of him yesterday. He doesn't even remember it all.
"So, you mean to tell me that you don't even remember what happened and your trying to prove your innocence with no evidence? Not even your own account?" I laughed, not believing what I had just heard. "How on earth?!"
"I know, I know!" he sighed "Please, I've heard that like a million times already! I don't remember all of what happened that night, but I do remember one thing and thats the vivid fact that I did not touch that kid!Not once! I was there for one reason and that was to get my money!" He slammed his fist down onto the chair, breathing heavily. He stood up and began pacing the room, grumbling to himself angrily.
"Hey, Im not trying to tick you off or anything, just saying what Im thinking. You gotta do that to. Tell me what's on your mind. I need to know it all in order to get somewhere with this!" I barked. He paced a for a few more seconds and then walked to my desk leaning over it, opposite of me. His hands clenched a bit, as they leaned onto my desk. He leaned closer to me, his face inches from mine.
"Listen" he said huskily "I'll tell you what's on my mind. That kid is lying piece of shit. Lying all the time. He's a manipulative prick and he gets what he wants that way. I think I should go and give him a piece of my mind and the likes but cant. As you can see, I'm locked up in here" He said, waving his hand around the room "I'm stuck here until the trial, where he'll act like a snobby, crying kid and everyone will feel bad for him and send me, the dirty mexican to jail, happily!" He said the last word like a crazy man, proving that he was just a little off his rocker.
This was it. If this kid was really like he said, I needed to meet him, see his work in action, but first..
"Okay" I said, a little nervous from his closeness "I've got an idea then" I packed up my laptop and papers and grabbed the bag of drugs. "You go hom- er, to where ever there holding you and don't worry about a thing." he looked at me confused but I didn't give him a chance to speak. "Now, go! I've got this." I said reassuringly.
He sighed and grabbed his bag, heading for the door.
"Oh and one more thing" I said, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to face me.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Did you ever actually see Diego using any drugs?" I asked, coming to stand next to him.
"No, I didn't even think he did any until a few days before the incident." He said, sheepishly.
"Okay, I'll see you at 9 AM sharp then" I smiled and rushed past him. Time to update Randy.
"I need a test for drugs on Diego, asap."
I've spent quite awhile waiting for Randy to finish his conversation with his wife and now that he's done and I'm impatient, I'm getting straight to the point.
"A what, why? Haden you confuse me.." Randy whined, setting his cell phone onto the desk and giving me a puzzled look. He pulls out a cigarette and gets up to leave.
"Drug test. Not that hard to understand. It's critical to my case" I say, handing him the bag of cocaine Alvin gave to me earlier. He looks at it and then grabs it.
"What's this!? Who gave this to you?"
"Alvin-" I start.
"He has drugs! That little..he's not allowed to!" He clutches it and almost knocks me over as he barges towards the door. I grab him by the shoulders and push him back, surprised by my own strength.
"Listen, Listen!" I hiss "Keep your voice down." He looks at me, surprised and then hands me the baggy.
"Explain" he says, coming close to me. I breathe in.
"Alvin gave me this and told me its the drugs Diego was supposedly going to buy from him on the night of the 'rape'. He didn't though and as far as Alvin knows, Diego hadn't done drugs or even spoke of them until only a few days before that night." I explain. He pulls back from my grip almost knocking me back.
"And you believe him?!" He spat "I'm not gonna do a drug test because he says something like that? That wouldn't fly past the board for one second!"
"I know, but listen, if Alvin's right, then maybe Diego's never done drugs at all." I grab him again, gaining his full attention "A drug test would prove that and also prove that Diego had an ulterior motive for meeting Alvin." I'm saying this, still trying to believe my own words, but I've got a gut feeling about this "If he bought the drugs, he would have done them and they would still be in his system, proving he bought them. If there not, then A. what did he do with them? Or B. he didn't buy them. Tell them that and see what they think."
Randy's quite and stares at me and then the floor for a second. I let go of his shoulders and fold my arms, feeling a bit triumphet. He sighs heavily and rubs his forehead.
"Alright" he finally speaks "I'll try to pass it by the board but if something happens, its your ass, not mine." I nod and smile, gleefully.
"Now go, I gotta call Christine back. Are plane leaves in an hour." he huffs, pointing to the door. I exit, my face beaming.
Just because a person is beautiful on the outside, doesn't mean they're beautiful on the inside. I learned that the hard way, just as many people do... Like I said before, my mother was a gorgeous women, always presentable, always dazzling. But she had an ugly interior. She wasn't mean or cold hearted just disgusting; a much more wretched word. She had to cover up her excruciating pain and hatred with make-up and beautiful clothes, just so people would like her; including her family. Sometimes I think she just didn't understand, or she didn't know. She truly seemed ignorant to the fact that people had feelings sometimes and I felt sorry for her. I would beat myself up over the fact that she couldn't understand me or anyone else. She was blind to it all.
I would watch her get dressed up and beautiful when I was young and I could never help a silly smile from forming on my face. I adored the way she did her hair and make up so flawlessly. She looked like the girls in the magazines that my sisters read; and me on occasion.
"Honey, don't smile like that, you look like a girl. You don't want to look any more like a girl than you already do, do you?" She would tell me. Sometimes she would say it more hurtfully or simply kick me out.
I looked at her and my smile faded. Had I done something wrong? Why couldn't I smile anymore?
"Go now, play with boys toys. You have trucks and action figures in your room, now go. Your a distraction to mommy." She would snap, when I wouldn't leave. She'd wave her hand to the door and then continue sticking bobby pins from her mouth into her hair, making her up do all the more amazing. I never wanted those toys though, I never had asked for them. I'd asked for dolls like, Julia and Emily got. Sometimes I would think about asking for dresses' but I feared she might get angry; or rather my dad would. He didn't take nicely to the fact that I wasn't a big, tough boy, who wanted to roll in the dirt.
"He disgusts me sometimes.." I heard my father say one day, when he was talking to my mom. I would sit at the bottom of the stairs and listen to them talk about me on regular occasion. I remember vividly the nasty things they would say. It was if they honestly didn't care.
"I told you we shouldn't have had another baby, but you insisted" my mother replied. I heard this often too. My mother would speak of how I wasn't supposed to be born. How I was just an extra child. How they regretted ever having me...I wasn't supposed to be here. It was my fault that I came out this way, I thought. If I had never been born, they would never have had to deal with me. They never wanted me in the first place.
I wrote that last sentence, wincing a bit as I re-read it. It brought back some of the most painful memories from my child hood. I had truly believed no one wanted me. I sighed and shut the notebook, tucking it away in my brief case. It was time to head home anyways and this time, Tommy was getting home early, to take me shopping. so I headed outside and drove home.
Earlier, after returning to my office, happy I had found a good lead, I had sat for awhile, relishing in the moment. Sitting there had made me think about where I had come from and how those people I once called family, would look at me now. I had had a sudden urge to write and did, but with that writing came those dreadful memories and now my mood was kinda in the dumps.
'But I'm not going to let it phase me' I told myself, as I opened the door to our home. Tommy had planned out a night for us to spend together and my mood wasn't going to ruin it.
"Hey you.." I heard Tommy whisper, and soon arms were wrapped around me from behind, giving me the warmth I much needed. Then I was turned to face him and recievd a delicate but lasting kiss. I smiled up at him and closed my eyes, leaning into another hug. He held me for a minute, rocking me slightly.
"Is something wrong?" he said soflty. Of course he could sense it, now that I had stayed to long in his arms, needing him to just hold me.
"No" I said hastily and pulled away "So where are we off to?" I beamed, bouncing like a child. He smiled and ruffled his hand through my hair.
"Dinner first, then surprises" he replied.
Remember how I said I loved DC for it's cultural diversity? Well this proves my reason all the more. After we had gotten in the car to go to where ever it was we were going, I asked him where we were eating. He told me 'Sakana'. One of the best Japanese Restaurants in DC.
I was almost drooling by the time we pulled up to the restaurant and rushed Tommy inside, thinking of all the delicious foods awaiting us. A kind lady lead us to a Hibachi grill and gave us menus.
"I'll take your orders in a minute and the chef will be with you soon" she said sweetly and left us. A few minutes later, more people joined us around the Hibachi grill, complete strangers, but all here to enjoy the same delicious food as us. They were two girls dressed up in mini skirts and spaghetti strap tanks. The one had onblonde hair and knee high boots while the other wore sequined flats and sported a black bob. They smiled at us and we introduced ourselves.
"I'm Elissia and this is my girlfriend Cheryl" The one wearing black boots said. We shook hands and talked about the amazing food we were about to partake of.
"What are you gonna get?" Tommy asked, leaning towards me, studying my own menu, instead of his own.
"Uhh...I don't know! There's so much good stuff.." I said, licking my lips. There was shrimp, salmon, tuna, chicken, ribs and soo much good food that one can barley decide. He chuckled and went to read his menu.
Soon the waitress returned and took our orders. I finally decided on grilled salmon with fried rice and vegetables. My stomach was growling, nearly eating itself alive, as soon as the chef appeared. I was so hungry but this was the best part of going to a Hibachi Grill. The chef cooks your food right in front of you, literally.
The chef was grinning, done up in a chefs hat and uniform. He greeted us and proceeded to pour a liquid over the grill. He took a lighter out and dragged it over the newly spilled liquid and flames sprang up, warming my face up completely. A smile spread across my face in amazement as he did a few tricks with his knives, flipping them in the air and making crazy beats with them on the grill. We all watched in awe as he chopped our salmon and chicken, flipping and cutting at the speed of light.
"Open up!" the chef suddenly yelled, flicking a piece of chicken towards Tommy. Tommy opened his mouth wide and caught it dead on.
"You next!" the chef continued, looking at me.
"Oh no" I started, knowing I wasn't as graceful as Tommy, but I opened my mouth and tried, missing completely. The chicken fell to the ground and I laughed it off.
"That's why he's my better half" I said, casually, picking the chicken up and setting aside. Chuckles filled the air and Tommy grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss. I don't know if this stunned anyone around us but it stunned me. Tommy knew I didn't like displaying myself like that, much. I was just making a joke! I chuckled a little more though and cleared my throat nervously, my cheeks getting red as the chef threw chicken to Elissia and Cheryl.
Soon our plates were filled with rice, vegetables and whatever main dish we ordered. He thanked us for the time and proceeded to clean the grill off as we delved into our delicious entree's. I devoured my salmon, smiling at Tommy as he chomped down on his ribs. I love this city and I love Tommy.
Soon after we ate, we were off, cruising the streets of downtown DC, trying to pick the perfect store. There were plenty of malls and designer shops to choose from in a place like this and all of them so appealing with flashing lights and pounding music.
"There!" I shouted, pointing my finger at a large building, poised atop a hill, surrounded by restaurants. The words 'Red Wine' flashed on and off in neon red above four gigantic doors. I grabbed Tommy's hand and pulled him inside. This was one of my favorite shops. They had plenty of clothes for everyone and any style. A few people gave us funny looks as we walked by, seeing as I was still holding Tommy's hand, but we were used to it and so were they.
We made our way past the front of the store where the teens clothes were and soon found the adult section. Women's clothes were on the left, mens on the right. I headed for the mens side of course. I wasn't going to ogle women's clothes in broad daylight. This shop had some nice clothes for men anyways. It wasn't just suits and tee's. They had nice collared shirts, vests and things that I indeed liked to wear.
Tommy squeezed my hand and lead me over to a particular dress shirt, giggling to himself. It was a hot pink silk shirt and had a black tie hanging loosely from the neck.
"I totally think you should put it on" He said, grabbing it from the rack.
"I'm not a flaming fag, Tommy, god" I laughed, feeling the shirt. It was soft, almost as soft as the gown I had worn last night.
"Come on, I think you'd look good in it" Tommy snickered, slight sarcasm in his voice. I grabbed it from his hand and continued to search the mens section.
But as I searched, I couldn't help my eyes from drifting over to the women's side. Beautiful dresses' and gowns lined the walls and mini skirts and tanks were in the center. A particular dress caught my eye though. It was a midnight blue mini dress with an a-line skirt, that flowed out beautifully, cutting of just above the knees. The top was cut straight across and looked as if it was made to fit like a corset, with silver, spaghetti thin straps that wrapped around the neck. I made sure Tommy didn't see me though and grabbed a few more shirts for him and I before heading to the dressing room.
Tommy protested when I gave him a few shirts to try on, as usual, but I just glared at the hot pink shirt he'd given me saying, 'look what your making me try on!' and he sighed, taking the shirts from me and laughing.
I decided to get the hot pink shirt over with and tried it on first. I came out, my face red with embarrassment. This was so not something I would ever wear. Tommy came out in a plain white tee with some very sexy, nice fitting jeans on.
"See, I told you you'd look good!" He said coming over to me "turn around!" he said, spinning me around with his hands.
"Oh, shut up, I hate this and you know it." I said shortly, breaking from his grasp.
"Whatever" he said, taking out his cell pone and snapping a picture of us together. I made the grumpiest face I could.
"Next!" I said, gladly rushing back into the changing room when he was done. The next few outfits were okay, but none that I absolutely loved. I almost died of laughter when Tommy came out in the leather pants I'd gotten him to try on.
"Your just jealous" he said, slyly, strutting down the changing room halls. Sadly no one was around to witness this hilarious feat.
"Ok, I'm done" I said, gasping between laughs.
"Your not buying anything?" he asked, as I headed for my room.
"No, nothing that interesting" I said, slowly. I never did find much to wear when we shopped. I was always so critical and hated the way my body looked in almost anything.
"Oh, well hold on, there was one more thing I wanted you to try on, I gotta go get it though, you wait here" he said, hurriedly, dashing out of the changing room. I was going to ask him what, but he was gone before I could get a word out.
I walked into my room and removed my shirt and pants, and sat in my boxers on the chair, waiting. I began to let my thoughts flow, thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow if something ended up going wrong with the drug test. Would they agree to it? I shivered, not wanting to think of Randy's face if they didn't. Before I could worry myself anymore, I heard Tommy come back into the changing rooms.
"Not dressed yet are you?" he asked.
"Nope" I said standing up and opening the door.
When I looked out to see what exactly it was that I had to try on, I froze. My mind went blank as I stood there. My hand clung to the door in a death grip, my mouth half open, my eyes staring down the piece of clothing in his hand. It was the dress I had been staring at before, the midnight blue one.
He had his arm outstretched, the dress in hand, bating me to take it. It sparkled under the light, drawing my eyes to it. I looked at him and then the dress, then my mind returned.
"How did you...what if someone...did anyone see you!?" I said, backing into the dressing room, almost shutting the door, fear raging into my veins.
"No, no one saw me, I swear. Hey! Here, try it on." he said softly, shoving the door open all the way, so he could see me. "I saw you staring at it...try it on, I know you want to." he whispered. I looked at him. How had he...seen me? I thought I made sure? I looked at the dress and then him again. He had a sincere look on his face as he held the dress up.
He held it out to me and I slowly raised my hands, taking the soft dress from him. I looked down at it, a smile itching at the corners of my mouth. It was so...pretty.
"Okay.." I said, shyly. He smiled and shut the door, leaving me alone with the gorgeous gown. I heard him sit down on the small bench right outside of my room and I slowly started to put the dress on.
It slipped on just as easily as my night gown from the night before. It fell over my shoulders and down over my chest, the skirt brushing my thighs softly. It tickled me and I shivered again.
The top didn't look that strange on me since it was corset like and was meant to flatten out a girls chest and make her seem beautifully thin. I took the silver straps and tied them loosely around my neck into a small bow. I then looked at myself in the mirror a grin spreading across my face.
I looked better than I had in the lingerie and I almost felt like a girl, smiling like a silly little kid at myself. I grabbed the skirt and twirled around, watching the material rise and fall like waves in the ocean. I stopped and caught myself, a bit dizzy and then heard my name.
"Haden? Almost done?" Tommy asked outside of the door. "Your not gonna keep that beautiful sight all to yourself now are you?"
I smiled, fixing my short hair, even though it still looked the same no matter what I did to it. I slowly opened the door and stood in the center of the doorway, my hands behind my back, grasping to each other, as if scared of what the reaction might be. But why was I sacred? I should never be scared around Tommy. A blush crept over my face as Tommy stared me up and down, his mouth opened slightly, no words coming from it. His eyes, his expression..I couldn't read it and then...
"Beautiful..." he breathed "your so beautiful...Haden" He said so softly, that I almost didn't hear him. My blush increased but my fear melted away. I looked into his eyes as he stood up and walked over to me. He ran his hands down my sides, feeling the soft material, all the way down to the end of the skirt. He looked down and let it run through his fingers slowly. He looked back at me, bringing his hands up and cupping my face softly in them. I couldn't look away now as he brushed his thumb over my lips and kissed me so sweetly, I felt as if I would melt into him.
His arms snaked there way around my waist as my own wrapped around his neck, my fingers brushing his skin softly. He pulled me close, so close I couldn't move, as he kissed me deeply. His warmth radiated into me, filling me up completely. He made me feel safe...loved. No matter where I was or who was around me, he would be there, to protect me, reassure me. He loved me and I felt it in every kiss and every touch. He was my everything, the only thing I ever knew...
A.E.
Second installment! Yay! So now we fully know Haden's secret! But we don't know much of his past...but thats to come. So Im really excited to continue this because, even though its only two people so far..someone's actually interested! Or at least I hope they are :3 well thanks for reading & review's are greatly appreciated and will encourage me to write more faster...! ^^ So I hope you enjoyed!