I wrote this after I finish a peach, my favorite fruit. And to that I told my grandma when we move out of the city I will have a peach tree in my backyard. I've been wanting to write this and put it in a chapter fic but after I actually wrote it, I thought it could work ok on its own.
Disclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING... in this fic. Nothing Victorious is mine.
under this peach tree of ours
He knows about the peach tree in her backyard, and how she's completely in love with the fruit. It's her favorite. They climb up the peach tree together. She always picks a peach. Sometimes he gets one too. And sometimes he watches her.
He likes to let her go first. He likes to watch her climb because she always climbs up so fast, and yet she still looks elegant. It's almost as if she's floating up the tree, it's like she's an angel.
He loves to watch her pick her peach. Every so often it looks like she's moving in slow motion. He loves the way she raises her head and searches for the perfect peach because she loves them nice and firm. He loves the wind blows in her beautiful red hair, as she reaches for one.
Some people may think he's obnoxious shade of red but he loves it. He thinks it brings out her beauty even more, so he always tells her, and he always uses her nickname, little red, when he does.
He watches her pour some of the ice water on her peach after she finds the perfect one. Because she like it most when it's cold.
He watches her as she devours the ripe fruit, and she takes the first bite into it as she lets out a satisficed 'hmm'.
She eats slowly as if she's trying to savor every bite, or maybe it's just her eyes playing trick on him again. She closes her eyes and still looks oh-so beautiful. These kinds of moments are when he feels like he has to love her or he'd die.
If they were ever part his world would stop spinning. Or maybe he's exaggerating. The world would spin, but for him everything would be in slow motion. Everyone would go on with life while he'd just stay suck in the stratosphere. Everyone moving so fast while for he stilled. Seconds would feel like minutes, minutes would feel like hours, hours would feel like days and would feel like forever. No one would be able to save him because all he needs is Cat, because there's no André Harris without Caterina Valentine. He had learned that now, she had changed his life completely.
When she's done with her peach and his heart skips a beat as she lets out, the cutest little grin, he smiles back at her and tells her he loves her, just because he can never get tired of saying it. And when he sees her lips are still moist from the peach, he kisses her. And honestly her lips are sweeter that any peach he's ever tasted.
They don't stay in the tree after she's done, because he wants to wrap his arms around her. He kisses her right after her feet hit the ground just to say, 'I'm glad you made it safely', even though he held her hand on the way down.
They sit on the grass and talk about anything and everything. And when she's looking in his eyes it feels like she's look inside of him. He always wonders if she knows what he's thinking. But she keeps on going with her story so he just, brushes the thought away. But he starts to question again when she's smiling while she speaks, if it's because of him.
She continues talking, so observes her, and notices different things about her, for instance, her smiles. He notices her regular Cat smiles, how she always smiles different at moments like this, when it's just them. Or how she smiles with her shoulders up when she's proud of herself, or when her teeth are visible when she's proud of him, or how she smiles when she's thinking about a one of her favorite memories, or that innocent smile she does something bad. But André's favorite Cat smiles, is when she bites her bottom lip to hold back a smile after he kisses her. She thinks he doesn't notice it but he knows it's there.
He notices the way she moves her hands when she speaks. She does this when she's telling a story. She moves her hands softly and swiftly. She also flips her hair to get it out of her face, either way she's gorgeous. She's never still and he loves it, because he loves watching her.
He notices as they lay in the grass she always grips his hand tightly as look for stars. She usually spots them first; every now and then he had to inform her that it's an airplane. She lets out a sad 'aw' and grips his hand tighter.
She starts telling her third story of the day about this one time with her brother. Her thumb runs circles around his hands as she does so. He doesn't think she notices that she's doing it, or what does it him. He keeps quiet and listens to every word she says, just like he always does because he wouldn't give up these moments for anything in the world.
When she falls asleep in his arms, he waits a while before he takes her back into the house. He plays in her hair and watches her breath. She holds him tight and smiles.
He sings to her, 'the way she's moves while she sleeps, she never looks before she leaps, the strange illusions that she keeps. She doesn't notice that I'm noticing, under this peach tree of ours.'
And that's that.
I have to be honest I stole the last line from the movie 'Nick and Norah's infinite playlist', just because I love it so much and thought it would fit perfectly, I did switch it up a bit.
Tell me what you think. Candré!