500 Days of Miley
"fairytale found"
He never saw it coming. The pouring rain. The chill. Seeing her smiling under diamonds falling from the shy sun. She stood like a heroine with arms out wide, welcoming the colors and the ocean's tide. She waited there in the middle of the street as if it were normal, is if she were normal, as if everything they ever stood for was an illustration of normalcy. But it never was and that's what made it interesting.
He bounded down the staircase in skips of sparkling happy surprise. They hadn't been seeing much of each other for far too long; but the time and the distance was a test that they had surely passed. They understood that the uphill battles were endured to appreciate the grace of the downhill- the happiness and the freedom that comes from achievement. When Nick was told to simply "get over her," he knew in his heart that that wasn't the ultimate solution. He just wanted her back & he got her.
Squishy sounds of puddles beneath toes mixed with the silence of a clear afternoon. It was mid-day after a not-so-unusual summer rain shower and Nick was beyond glad to see her. He was bubbling ecstatic, actually. But he doesn't really show much, the art of expressing emotions isn't exactly his forte, however Miley could see it. She saw a lot more in him than anybody else.
As she felt his presence come nearer, she spun around with a tightlipped smile glimmering across her shadowed face. Her arms were still hanging at her side, her chest aimed to the sky and long tangled hair swinging down her back. He felt his mind wander all over her, and she felt the sunshine that was coming undone above her. He reached forward to take a hold of her fingertips, a soft shade of red, and pulled her towards himself in a desiring magnetism.
When she stopped looking at the sky and her eyes tilted downwards, landing on the sweet boy in front of her, she said: "I missed you today."
Simply, smiling, sincerely.
"I missed you too," was all he could think of as a decent reply. So instead of conjuring up some difficult poetic translation in his buzzing mind, all he had to do was lean forward and feel the sweet taste of her mouth on his, like a delicate little flower opening up after the storm.
They stood in the middle of the wet road, wrapped in each other's arms & hearts, beneath the opening sunshine sky. She felt like a dandelion- when his soft breathe fell over her she came undone into dozens of small pieces, floating away into the natural air and carrying little bits of their love & heartbreak with her. She smiled widely as his lips come back for more and laughed, "You've always been better with actions than words."
He shrugged with a winning smile and started walking with her trailing behind, "I wanna show you what I found," he smiled at gazed at her, "Well, it's more like a state of mind. It'd be nice if we could experience it together."
She looked at him curiously, a bit confused but reminding herself of how much she trusted him and how much she knew that what he was about to show her would be very unique. They crossed the yellow lines and hopped up onto the sidewalk with their hands gathered together. Elvis started barking at the front door once he heard the pitter-patter of their bare feet crossing the yard, then disappearing to the back. A little farther behind the house and they stopped. It was a sort of magical looking place, with low ferns and monstrous trees. She could feel the enchantment, he could feel the ridiculousness, but all in all, they could feel the power.
"Close your eyes," he said, "And take my hands."
And they stood their facing each other for centuries, grasping onto the things that they wanted most. A fairytale. A nonexistent land. A world where nobody judged them for what they are, but only for what they could be. A time when everyone could see their hope, but nobody could see their lies. Miley could hear the lilacs grow and the tiny fairies giggle behind thick bushes. The eyes of the world were closed, and all Nick could see beneath his lids was her.
"Prince charming," she called under her breath with her eyes still closed. Little films of magic were still dancing in her head.
"Yes," he replied with a squeeze of their hands.
"I'm seeing beautiful things," she smiled. He couldn't help but take a peak, one eye open just a sliver like a crescent moon. Her cheeks were flushed with fairy dust, and her flickering eyes were still tight. The top buttons of her blouse were unfastened, and the rest were sloppily mismatched. She appeared to be unkempt and mindless. But he wouldn't dare try to change that.
Oh rainy day, come 'round
Sometimes I just want it to slow down
And we're separated now, I'm down
But I love when you come over to the house
I love it when you come 'round to my house
yes, i am an insane thinker/dreamer. whatever, it's fun to write. i haven't forgotten about Seventeen, i think i'm going to write both at the same time. this thing is just random short drabbles of cute nick/miley, no drama, just all fun and random things they do. it doesn't have a plot. it's kind of just a breathe of fresh air, just believing that they do love each other and they are together right now.
just believe. and review! :) .
