I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Nickel back- though I wish I did.

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I missed you so much

Chapter-feeling too damn good.

Quote of the Chapter:

"Screw this trash, I AM the reason there's global warming!"-Me

I Missed you so much that I begged you to fly here to see me
You must have broke down because you finally said that you would

It took three weeks of begging to get me to come see you. I don't know why I finally gave it to it...maybe I missed you? I stepped off the plane, the cool air blowing at my hair as I walked towards the terminal entrance. My brief case was clutched in my hand, I knew you'd be upset that I brought it, though I wasn't thinking of doing much work. I let my eyes wander around, the airport was crowded and full of people, but never the less I spotted you at once. Just standing there, cool and clam, with your hands shoved in your jeans pockets. You smiled so widely when you saw me I thought your face would split. I half expected to be knocked over in a giant bear hug, and was slightly disappointed when you just tossed your gold hair out of you eyes shyly and walked towards me.

I snorted, walking over to you, we just stood there, looking at each other, you blushing slightly, my face expressionless. You smiled again, hopefully this time and slowly took my hand in a soft, scared movement. I frowned, you weren't usually this shy and quite. We still hadn't said a word to each other as you squeezed my hand then dropped it, leading me to the luggage rack. Instinctively you grabbed by bag, I smiled slightly at how you already knew what it looked like with out asking.

I wanted to say something, to take my bag from you and demand what was wrong, but in your own way you seemed so happy, just carrying my bag for me, smiling up at me, like me being there was so obscured, the unthinkable...a dream come true.

But now that you're here I just feel like I'm constantly dreaming
Well something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good

We walked out to your car, you unlocked and opened to door from me, I wanted to stop you, to tell you what you were thinking, I always drive. But you looked so happy, so I just got in and sat down. You put my bag in the trunk, then got in and started up the car. I snorted as you revved the engine, sighing as it took a little while to start. You needed a new car and I told you so. You blinked at me, then laughed. You told me you knew and that I should leave you alone. I laughed again, and you drove out of the airport. You flipped o the radio, humming gently along with a song, and I had to laugh.

I asked you how school was going, if you'd gotten that job you were so bent on getting-never mind the fact that I offered to pay for everything. You said yeah and yes, told me about your screw ball professors and laughed at your own jokes.

I asked if you'd finally gotten your own place, you said yes and that your friends were coming over in two days so they could meet me. I told you I didn't like your friends. You told me that I was a meannie head. I laughed and ruffled your hair, then pinched your ear and made you squirm. You glared at me and asked why I'd done that. I said that my puppy needed to learn manors. You told me the dog jokes were becoming a cliché. I snorted, but had to agree. We pulled up to the apartment building that you lived it. You mentioned how strange it was that the room was so cheap, it was such a good apartment in a great part of town so close to the beach and all. Did you expect me to come out and tell you? You knew. I knew you knew, and you knew I knew you knew. But no need to admit I was paying for more than half of the rent. You would never accept it if I came out straight and told you. No need to ruin a good thing.

I smiled and got out, opening my door and resting my feet on the black top. You finally shut the car off, having to wait for your song to end and popped the trunk, closing your door still humming the song under your breath.

For forty-eight hours I don't think that we left my hotel room
Should show you the sights 'cause I'm sure that I said that I would

I grabbed my pack out of the trunk and your snorted at the laptop I was toeing around with my like my first born. You told me I was goofy. I glared at you and we walked into the lobby, heading to the stairs and you waved happily and said some unimportant greeting to the desk clerk. You smiled up at me still humming as we climbed up flight after flight to your pent house. I asked you if you knew what American's said about people who loved in Pent house apartments. You said I had it wrong that that they said it about girls who lived it a penthouse. I told you it was the same difference in your case. You hit me over the head with my own bag, and I took it back. We could have taken the elevator, but I guess you figured I wasn't getting enough exercise, or maybe you wanted to savor the time with me, and thought it would last longer if we did things slow.

I smiled as you fumbled with the key to your apartment, I reached around your waist and turned it in the lock, mutter how goofy you were this time. Ladder you'd tell me I started it, and I wouldn't deny it. I bent over you and took your lips in mine, closing my eyes and breathing you in. We barely had the door shut before we were tearing each other's cloths off. I had to laugh as we stumbled to the bed. Your skin was on mine, felt so real so good, I think we just lay thee in each other's warm embraces, I have a feeling you would have been fine with that, but you were fine with what we did next too.

I smiled the next morning, burring my face in your hair as I woke. It felt so good to have you back. You snuggled against me, kissing me lovingly on the cheek. We stayed like that for hours, then you demanded that you were hungry and got up to make breakfast. You got dressed and walked to the kitchen. I didn't stop you, but I wasn't going to get out of bed either. You came back about a half an hour ladder, I was almost asleep again, missing your warmth. You held a plate of eggs and bacon and sat down next to me, flipping on the TV. I glared up at you, not liking so much noise so early, but it was just cartoons, so I let it slide.

A few minutes ladder you decided I was hungry, and offered me a spoonful of eggs, I ate off your fork, straining my neck so I could reach your hand. You laughed and I sat up so I could share the food with you. I teased that you were getting better at cooking, that nothing tasted like charcoal anymore. You smacked my lightly, before feeding my some hash browns and eating your own bacon. A few minutes after that the food was cast aside and the TV drowning out all other noise, which was good because you didn't want the neighbors to complain.

When I finally got out of bed, you were laying stretched across the sheets in your boxers, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. You told me that you had missed me, and that you wanted me here just a litttttttttle bit longer. I knew what you were doing, trying to get me to stay. But I wasn't fooled, those eyes of yours may have worked on others, but I was used to ignoring them. I bent down in the middle of choosing a shirt and kissed you gently on the lips, no tong, nothing too lustful, just a soft innocent kiss. I told you that work was work, and that you needed to under stand that.

You told me I'd worked every day since I was fourteen, that I needed a break. I old you that I hadn't worked everyday. You said I knew what you meant. I did and sighed before sitting next to you and running my hands through your hair. You sighed too and lay your head against my leg, closing your eyes and smiling contentedly. I laughed and continued to pet you, leaning over so I could lay my head on your bare back. My ear stuck slightly to your skin in a strangely comfortable way. We just sat like that, you smiled and rolled over so I was laying on your stomach and I looked up at you quizzically.

You started to play with the hair near my temple curling it around your finger sad, then you threw yourself at me, knocking the breath out of me as you hugged me tightly. I stiffened with agitation, then softened, rubbing your back and running my fingers through your hair.

We gotta make love just one last time in the shower
Well Something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good

That song played again while I was showering, I think you were shaving and I stuck my head out at you, you laughed but shook your head and told me I was a pervert. I glared. You turned to radio off, is if not to give me anymore ideas. You asked me questions about your friends back in Japan, about Kaiba Corp and about the weather back home. I answered short as possibly, not really enjoying your pointless banter. I don't know, fine, good. You told me that you missed your friends, I asked you what was to miss. You laughed and scolded me, saying I was jealous because you were my only friend. You were right, and it hurt me deeper than it should have.

You said we'd go to the boardwalk, you'd show me around the shops and we could go for ice-cream. You said how beautiful the beach was at night, and how the first time your new friends took you down there the sand crabs had swarmed the shoreline and squirmed under your feet making you scream. I laughed and said that it could have been that bad. You looked at me knowingly and shook your head before saying it was gross. You told be about one friend, who had lived here when she was very, very little and had move back to go to collage and that she and her dad came down once when she was a freshmen in high school, that she had made him carry her because she was afraid of the crabs. You told me about the swings they had showed up that were on the beach, pushed back near the road yet so close you could still hear the waves. You told me about swinging on them at night, how you thought you could fly, how wind rushed past you and how you felt as though everything had disappeared, you had felt alone…but as if everyone you loved had been there. You felt the ocean, the stars, and the night.

I told you, you were crazy. You sighed, saying I wouldn't understand until I tried it. You seemed sad that I didn't believe you. I instantly regretted it.

It's like everytime I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down
And where it lands is where it should
This time it's like the two of us should probably start to fight
Cause something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good

We sat down on your couch, you snuggled up close to me as I drank your American coffee, breathing in the strange tastes. You liked it strong, black, and this surprised me, I added creamer that looked like it had never been used, but was new. You'd bought it for me. I realized that you never drank coffee at home, but you sipped at mine now, pulling a face and saying it was too sweet. I shook my head and told you black coffee was disgusting, it should be a blend of flavors mixed together, not just one strong storm. You snorted and said you didn't know I liked coffee so much. I told you I never knew you drank coffee. You shrugged and said you like American coffee, that there were some great coffee places we could go to ladder, maybe for lunch. I said that this coffee was fine, that I was tired from my trip and…

You pinched my ear and told me that I shouldn't talk about those things, scolding me like a mother. I smirked and nibbled at your jaw line. You complied subconsciously, tilting your head so I could kiss down your neck. I kissed your forehead then trailed down to your lips, kissing you deeply. You kissed back, but then pulled away glaring at me and telling me that you wanted to go out and do things, not just stay here and do that for the whole day. I looked at you in mock confusion, but shrugged, whatever you say. You smiled and rubbed your nose on my neck. I crossed my arms grumpily, then demanded what you wanted to do. You rolled your eyes and told me oh fine…just one more time.

Sometimes I think best if left in the memory
It's better kept inside than left for good

You finally dragged me outside and to the beach, we walked around and ate lunch at a restaurant, it was country style and the walls were lined with animal heads and different cattle brands and farming and roping gear. You said that had the best root beer here and that they had a chocolate cake that was to die for. You ordered for me, which was unusual since you never seem to be able to decided what to eat for yourself, let alone me. I ended up with a steak. It was good, done to perfection and with just the right seasonings, you smiled and attacked your fried chicken. I looked at you with semi-disgust then shrugged and cut my steak. You talked about random things, something about potato skins…I didn't really pay attention, I was to busy catching the moment. You refused to let me pay for lunch, you glared at me so ferociously I laughed and the waitress cooed and said that we were funny. I glared at her and she swallowed lightly, asking if we wanted anything else. You said no thank you, and she should give the tab to you.

You got your way that time, and we walked down the street and passed cute little surfing shops. Everyone…including you…looked like a surfer. You wore Hawaiian shorts and a t-shirts that clung just right to your chest. You stopped at a one of the more well-to-do shops. Surfboards lined the walls and manikins modeled wet suits in the window. I thought vaguely to ask you if you surfed yet, thinking fondly of getting you a board for Christmas. You yelled in at someone in the store, I stood there, my hands shoved into the pockets of my trench coat. A girl came out, she was laughing and joking with someone out of my view and you waited patiently for her to finish. You introduced me, you told me she was Beth, the girl I had told you about. Beth smiled, shaking my hand. Her hair was blond but tipped with red and had wet curly look that made me think she had just gotten out of the water. She said it was good to meet me, then had to go back to work and said they'd talk more tomorrow or so, that she was going to the party and hopped we'd come. You hugged her a good-bye then we were on our way.

I asked you what all that was about, you said she just had to work-I of all people should know about work. I glared at you and asked what was wrong now? You looked at me sharply and snapped that nothing was wrong. I sighed and kissed your forehead, then announced I didn't want to fight. You sighed and said you knew.

Lookin' back each time they tried to tell me
Well something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good

We walked down the street farther, reaching the boardwalk slowly. A man sat on a corner, he reeked of alcohol and you shuddered, drawing closer to me. You sped up as we passed him, as we walked bye he hollowed out at us for money. I looked down at him, covered in filthy rags and holding a beer bottle, then kept walking. I asked you if you wanted me to give him some money, you usually gave away your pocket change. You said he was a drunk and not worth the time of day. I nodded, remembering your father and not wanting to press the subject since it was drawing near that time of year.

We walked onto adobe sidewalk, a large space for pedestrians with a little balcony over the sand that looked onto the water. There was a walkway down to the ocean and you sat down to take off your sandals. I smiled and picked them up for you as you pulled me down to the beach, you buried your toes in the sand and told me I should take off my shoes. I snorted and followed you slowly as you skipped ahead. I saw the swings you had mentioned, tucked next to another balcony like overlook, they were old and rusted, with a childhood feeling to them. You jumped onto the swings kicking your legs to pumped the air. I walked over and smiled at your childish antics. You begged me to swing. I told you there was no way in hell. You were so sad, your eyes filled with regret and you let your feet trail in the sand as you stopped. The sun was setting over the ocean. You breathed in deeply and smiled. I walked behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist, watching the sun set with you.

I breathed in your hair, your sent, your smell, your everything. The sky danced with colors of a painted horse, swirling in a mix of bloody red and bright oranges. Blue faded in the back, engulfed by the orange light. You smiled and leaned back, blanking my vision with your golden hair. I smiled at the irony, though you didn't noticed. It set slowly over the water, crystals of light cascading every which way and bouncing off the ocean. The sun set and the world faded into a steadily darkness.

You began to swing again, the moment lost to me and I pushed you slightly. You begged me to swing again. You looked down at me and said you could fly, the stars came out and covered you in their glory. You reached for them and I laughed. You sighed again, asking me one last time. But again…I said no.

You looked up at me and sighed, sadness lacing your voice. You told me I didn't believe you.

It's like everytime I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down
And where it lands is where it should
This time it's like the two of us should probably start to fight
'Cause something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good, oh, oh
Feelin' way too damn good

I kissed you again, and you smiled at me and told me you forgave me. I nodded and you got off the swing taking your shoes back from me. I wrapped my arm around your waist and held you close as we finished our walk. Music from a near by bar screamed out, drifting into the night. It seemed to swim with the inky blackness, notes pouring out a saxophone, a guitar, a piano, a flute. You smiled and said that they usually played obnoxious country or loud ska. I snorted and said that classical was just a bit different than that. You shrugged and said someone must have rented the bar out for a party. I smiled and we reached another set of stairs, the music fading into the background. It was dark and the city was lit with bright lights of red and yellow and blue. You sighed, resting your head against my shoulder as we walked away from the beach down the sidewalk.

It was a beautiful night, and you were even more beautiful in my arms. We stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green even though the road was deserted. You looked down the street both ways to where it was cut off at the corners before we crossed. I had to snicker and you asked me what was funny. I said nothing.

I heard the car before I saw it, and I saw the fear in your eyes and in speed towards us, the headlights flashed in my eyes, we tried to run back to the side walk, but it was no use, it hit with a sickening crunch,. You screamed and were thrown into the air, landing on the road with a thud and knocked out. Blood trickled from your forehead. The car stopped, it backup, then after realizing what had happened, it speed away in fear, throwing a beer bottle at me as it went. I was frozen in fear for a moment, then ran to you. Blood had spilt onto the road and you were twisted in such an unnatural possession. I stated to sob. I cradled your head in my lap, letting my fingers trail across your lips. I fumbled for my phone. Jamming the 911 number and screaming the emergency. Fear pulsed through me. You opened you eyes slowly, those golden orbs transfixed on mine. Sirens cut into the music, and I saw the new lights of cars. I told you it'd be okay, you'd be okay. You smiled so sadly up at me. Your eyelids fluttered and you whispered a last breath.

"I'll miss you…"

I Missed you so much that I begged you to fly here to see me
You must have broke down because you finally said that you would
But now that you're here I just feel like I'm constantly dreaming
'Cause something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good

And it's like everytime I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down
And where it lands is where it should
This time it's like the two of us should probably start to fight
'Cause something's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good, oh, oh
Feelin' way too damn good
(I missed you so much that i begged you to fly here and see me)
Feelin' way too damn good
(I missed you so much that i begged you to fly here and see me)

THE END?

Should I continue? Or is it good this way? This is just a short fic, I really liked it.