1A/N: Pretty much a mixture of the truth and fantasy…I actually am kinda embarrassed by it, but…I have a thing for music geeks, especially hot music geeks. And like my friend said, 'Someone has to like ginger guys' - Mean, I know! I told her off for it! But…I'm that someone then, I guess. =) Anyway, PLEASE review. I like reviews.
~BEAUTIFUL~
He's so beautiful. That's the first thing that popped into my head when I first saw him, walking towards that music building of our school, slouched slightly, guitar case in hand, sun illuminating his form. His beautiful hair, not ginger…but not blond, a bright copper-gold mixture that had me mesmerized, and when I finally got to gaze into those beautiful blue orbs, I knew he was definitely beautiful. With those high, prominent cheekbones, and smattering of freckles that looked just right on his face, he was perfect. I watched from a distance, as he went about normally, not aware of me, of my existence. His smile that was what I loved most about him. He was endearing, and charming, and full of energy, easily excitable, arrogant, crazy and all of his good qualities mixed with the bad made him just perfect. Talking to him was such effort…I couldn't think straight, so no identifiable language came out of my mouth, let alone coherent sentences. He was amused, I could tell; those pale blue eyes were twinkling.
"You're amusing," He said, as I stuttered once more. The cold air was chilly; the music from the concert was still audible, even though we were outside. I smiled slightly, but I wanted to cry, curse, scream, anything! He would be leaving…in a month. Senior year of high school, while I had another year to go. I didn't know what I would do. We were acquaintances, but I was sure, more than sure, I knew with all of my heart that I was in love with him. School concerts, they were such a bore.
"You're on next you know," I reminded him, trying my hardest to slow the beating of my heart at his close proximity, as we both leaned against the rail.
"I know," He said, almost too softly to be heard. It felt like this whole thing was a dream, his presence, I was sure I had imagined. His entire existence was probably my cursed imagination…or a dream, and then I would wake up, and it would all be over…gone…
"I don't want to wake up," I whispered.
"Neither do I," He said, shocking me.
"What do you mean?" I refused to look at him, choosing instead to look at the evening sky. He turned my face to look at him, and still, I refused to make eye contact. If I looked into those pale blue eyes, surely I'd lose all sense?
"Look at me," He breathed, and I complied. I was startled by all the swirling emotions, and depth that those eyes held.
"Did I ever tell you I love you?" I said, smiling slightly, not caring anymore of rejection.
"No," He whispered, my eyes fixed on the movement of his too kissable lips. My eyes widened in shock when I found those lips on mine; I wasn't sure really who it had been, me or him…but at that precise moment, I found I didn't care. It wasn't explosive, and I didn't feel fireworks…but it was sweet, and gentle…unlike his firecracker personality. He tasted like strawberries, and his scent was intoxicating, I couldn't describe it. He broke away, still holding me, supporting me, because I knew if his strong arms weren't, I would have collapsed to the ground by now. I averted my eyes to the ground, tears welling up. I stepped back, away from him; I knew that kiss had been impulsive…what reason would he have for kissing me…I wouldn't even think of it being that he loved me…he couldn't. I was plain, nothing important, insignificant. I didn't want to cause myself heartbreak that I knew would come if I looked into his eyes.
"I…" I tried to say, but couldn't as the tears started to spill. Gently, he wiped one away, and I couldn't resist looking into his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
"Because…" It felt like someone was strangling me, I could barely breathe.
"You think that I kissed you, just because? God dammit! Are you stupid or what?" He half-shouted, gesturing with his hands in defeat.
"Then what?" I screamed at him. "Sorry for not being a mind reader!"
"I love you," He stated, simply.
"I know you, you don't think I do, but I do. I know you, a lot better than some. I know we hardly talk…and you're not even a friend of a friend…you're even more distant than that…but I know dammit! And you say 'I love you' to everyone!" I rambled hysterically.
He didn't have an answer, and he hesitated for a moment, I saw the debate inside of his mind, and then he kissed me, hard. It was passionate, and emotional, and I knew…that he'd been telling the truth. I smiled against his kiss, as he pushed me against the wall, and kissed me, harder. I liked this. A lot.