Tis another commission I received on dA from a lovely girl by the user name of nathaliewinter. Go look her up over there, she has beautiful art~
Simple Love
Loz x Shelke
A heavy sigh slips past my lips as I stare into the mirror, brushing at my short auburn hair, that fans out around my face. I set down the brush on the edge of the sink, letting my fingertips run over my skin. I stare into the blue eyes staring right back at me through the mirror. A sleeveless pink shirt sits on my small torso, the white buttons matching the shirt's white collar, which I have folded down. A pal white skirt swirls around my knees as I turn away from the mirror.
My stature and poorly developed body make people think I'm far younger than I actually am. No one tends to pay much attention to me period. I might as well be invisible. Even those that do pay me a lick of attention...don't for long. Other girls have always snickered behind my back; emotionless, colorless, loveless, heartless.
Do I honestly come off that way? Why can't anyone try to get to know me? No one takes the effort.
There was always one boy through. All throughout life, for as long as I can remember, he's been there telling me to not to listen to all those opinions, even when he would receive similar treatment. But he has others that would stand up for him.
Which is why I dress in color, instead of my usual grays and blues. He's why I tend to smile before lying down to go to sleep. It's all so simple. Yet...I don't know why I even know him...maybe he pities me? The lonely, forgotten girl?
A knock echos off of my door. Every step from my bedroom to that door seems like a thousand. For once, panic and worry eat at me. I've never been real unsure about anything. When he called asking if he could stop by, that we needed to talk, I instantly feared that I would be losing my friend. I still do.
A light sheen of sweat coats my palm as I grab the doorknob, letting it open. There in my doorway stands Loz in all his glory. Short, spiked silver hair doesn't dare fall into his blue-green eyes. A long, sleeved, ebony shirt covers his thick, strong arms, while it's opened halfway down, granting the privilege of seeing his well toned chest. Belts hang on his hips, pants the same color and just as tight as his shirt. I immediately step aside so he can come in. The door shuts and he turns his grin towards me. "So Shelke."
I raise an eyebrow, gazing at him. "Yeah?"
"See, the thing is..."
Before I can blink, his strong fingers are on my shoulders as he pulls me forward, head tilting down. Surprisingly, his lips gently connect with mine, lighting a fire in my veins. As Loz pulls away, with that silly grin on his face, I can't help but blush as he keeps his arms around me. "I love you Shelke."
I know people say that he's all brawn and no brain...maybe even to the point of having childish qualities. Or that I'm just a waste of space. But maybe we belong together and I guess...even if we don't, he's still taught me one thing and that's this little emotion called love.