Between You and Me
Authoress Note: Well, this is sort of a choose your own paring. I know, some people hate that but I can see this being any one of the guys.
Disclaimer: CL, not mine.
Dedicated: To Jeni, for using big words to describe my stories.
R&R
Between you and me, and only you and me, this is the scariest thing I've ever done. Between you and me I really shouldn't be scared. She's not scared at all. She's absolutely sure this is a great idea. I'm terrified, between you and me. She looks so happy, her eyes are glowing so brightly. I've never seen her more excited. So don't tell her, ok? It's just between you and me.
I've faced off with evil, and between you and me, it's nothing compared to this. Don't tell her though. She thinks there's nothing that can scare me. You know better though. You're sitting there, a smile on your face, watching me squirm. Scared out of my mind. But that's between you and me, she doesn't know. She says that little thing has my eyes. That scares me, just between you and me.
"Are you coming?" She laughs.
"Yes." I'm terrified, and I don't want to. But she asked, and I can't say no. Not to her. She's not scared. Or worried. She's thrilled. All smiles, all laughter. Both of them are. Between you and me, when I get home I'll cry.
We walk down the street, heading for the corner, the one with my eyes says I'm walking to slow. Between you and me, I'm in no hurry. She takes my hand and pulls me along, she's not scared either. Apparently I'm the only terrified one.
I may not make it to the corner, between you and me. I may pass out from fear. Who knows what could happen. My feet just keep moving against my will. I'm not ready for this. I'll never ever be ready for this. She is though. She's been looking forward to it for months. Looking into all the best places.
The one with my eyes sees her friends and waves, releasing my hand. Between you and me, I wish she wouldn't do that. I really wish she wouldn't let go. It's dangerous out here.
Between you and me, she thinks I'm a little paranoid and says its cute. She leaves me standing there, to go talk to the others. Between you and me, I wish she was comforting me right now, like she did last night. I don't want to be here, between you and me.
The one with my eyes is saying good bye to her now, laughing and being pulled away by her friends. She hugs her, all smiles. Between you and me, I'm not smiling on the inside like I'm pretending to on the outside.
The one with my eyes gets on the bus, one stair at time. She rushes to pick a seat with the daughter of a friend. They both lean out the window waving. Between you and me, I wish she wouldn't do that. She could fall.
She waves back, and so do I. Between you and me, I wish she'd get off that bus. It pulls away and she takes my hand.
"She'll be home in three hours," I'm reminded. Between you and me I didn't want her to go. She's not ready. I'm not ready. We could have waited one more year.
Between you and me, I never liked her first day of school.