"I've always thought you and me were the same…
… seriously imperfect."
And what came after that… I'll never forget. What I said was complete truth. For me. It struck a chord… and when he looked at me that way; ugh, I couldn't help it. But, he was in love with Tara. She really did deserve him. After all, he never looked at me the way he looked at Tara… or the way I looked at him. It was a sad crush. Still…
…I KISSED Him
It had been 3 years since Tara graduated from the academy. Tara, Christian… Abigail. Sammy. I was one of the unlucky ones. I didn't graduate at all. I can't say that I'm sad, really. If I had of stayed, I would have been miserable. I would've had to watch every passing moment of "Tara and Christian" and act like I was happy for her, because she was my best friend. But now we're not. Now I don't know any of them. If I saw them on the streets, the one thing keeping me from throwing myself at them in rejoice would be the fact they wouldn't recognise me anymore. I don't recognise myself. But I'd know them anywhere. I'd know him from across the country.
I FELL Away
"So you're saying you're running away," Mum said tiredly. I nodded my head gingerly. No matter how tough I pretend to be, I'm scared. I always will be. Right then, I was scared that Mum wouldn't care, because I really, really wanted her to. "Well hurry up then," she said with a roll of her eyes, "the world won't wait for you, Katerina." I left the next day.
The world won't wait for you, Katerina
I KNEW That
My first night spent completely alone was terrifying. And so, so cold. I relived my memories in an isolated skating park. It reminded me so much of him. The way he smelt, the way he carried himself like he could take anything the world threw at him, like he'd seen such a depth to everything that when he looked at you, he saw right through you. He saw through me. I relived our kiss.
It Was OURS
I'm only human. I'm only one. And I'm only just broken.
"So are you homophobic, or what?" I said from the stairs. He was on his skateboard. Was, until he stumbled in surprise. "See it must have touched a raw nerve," I continued, walked toward were he stood, rigid. "Dude, you need to seriously chill out. Patrick's one of the few errant people who are working here."
"He got in my face. I don't like people in my face."
"He was correcting you."
"I don't like people touching me either."
"Must make you a fun date."
"You'll never get to find out."
I walked toward him, stepping on his skateboard. "Can I have that in writing?" I shifted into him. "This too close?"
"What are you doing?"
"People pay there shrinks thousands of dollars for a version therapy; I'm prepared to do it for free. Now," I brought a hand to his arm, "in ten words or less, describe how me touching your arm makes you feel."
"It makes my skin crawl."
I shifted my arm over his chest. "And now?"
He shook his head. "Same."
I brushed my hand up against his neck, cupping his chin. "What about that?" He breathed deeply and brought my hand down with his. "I've changed my diagnoses," I said. "You're not homophobic; you're people phobic." I smiled and strode away. "Don't worry," I called out. He turned briefly, "I don't think it's incurable."
It WASN'T
Too many girls should know that by now.
Those we love don't go away
They stay beside us everyday
Unseen, unheard, but always near
Still loved, still missed
Christian Reed
Katarina Karamakov
I finally get the whole 'crush' thing.
Forever Yours.
*** Whoo! So, thinking of turning this into a full-on story if I can stay in love with it long enough. Don't get me wrong, the writing is SERIOUSLY IMPERFECT, but I'm loving where this story is going. And not to mention, there aren't many (ANY) K/C stories out there in ENGLISH! So, I've become that emotionally deprived of K/C that I made my own. Written stuff before on another, now dead to us, account. I prefer to read.
LOL, if you made a couple name for K/C it'd be CHAT/rina or CHRAT/rina or CHRIT/rina or KATIAN or KATRIAN. Anyhow, if you have nothing better to do, tell us all what couple name'd suit Kat and Christian. And, PLEASE, find a better one that I could! Or, if you (surprisingly), like one of mine, than tell me which one. 'Cause, frankly, I ain't heard no couple name for them yet. So help me create one!
Thanks,
- L.O.L (Live off Laughter).
P.S, PLeASe REad! I need to know whether or not I should continue this! If I don't, I won't.