DISCLAIMER: Can't say that I own this television series so please don't sue me, honestly, I'm kind of broke.
Author's Note: Collection of dabbles between Harper and Alex arranged in no specific order and written in different perspectives.
Gray
I can't say, really, where the lines are crossed. What constitutes right from wrong (black and white.) I think the world, time and space, it's all one huge line to cross, one big gap to fill- how? No one really knows until their time is called. But how do you know? How does one desirer the eternal question of when. When do I break out and become my own person? When do I find my place? And lastly, when do I find my someone?
I think I crossed the line that day in the sandwich shop when I watched her walk down the staircase. I watched differently then I had before, it was so subtle and unimportant and that's precisely what terrified me the most- it seemed normal. It was more of an observation really; I watched with a smile, I watched with a keen eye.
Everything that should bounce did as she made her way to me. Her lips curved up in their usual sly pose and her eyes lit afire with a wild spark of mischief. She walked to me, made some comment about her brothers and morning and off we went. I followed, because she is the ever leader and I do not mind, I rather like it. We walked to school, side by side then, she gabbed away about her up coming math test and I listened.
I'm good at listening, she tells me, I'm good at being there, she always informs me, I'm her best friend, she like to whisper to me- it gives me shivers in the most unexpected places. The tingles ride up my back shaking me then into my chest, warming other contents of my body.
She's so very pretty and I think she knows it. I know that she realizes it because she likes to flaunt it, occasionally. She'll swing her hips looser, sexier, sometimes. She'll wear darker make-up ("It makes me feel empowered, Harper!") She flashes certain smiles to certain people, I included, but the smile she gives to me is different because we know each other.
I've seen her down; I've seen her at her best. I know every little detail and yet, I know nothing at all. I know she keeps things from me. I pretend not to mind when she rushes off randomly and then returns with some lame excuses the next day. Everyone is entitled to their own secrets. Everyone needs something for themselves, something to keep inside to hold and have.
I have secrets. I keep my secrets from her just like she does to me… sometimes I wonder if her secret is just as bad as mine. But then, is it bad? There it is again, a line, I'm standing at the edge of something. I've arrived to my ground breaking life changing when moment… and I'm terrified.
I like Alex.
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Author's Note: Hopefully it wasn't all too painful to read. I like Harper but mostly because her name reminds me of To Kill a Mockingbird. Leave your thoughts.
