Kiss Me

At Anne's house…

He was standing there, right there, and I mean RIGHT THERE. He had his headphones, you know, the ones I helped pay for- yeah, he had those on. He was singing along, his eyes closed as I watched from his bed. I had come in here to talk to him about Angel, but he hadn't even noticed when I sat down and watched him dance around while singing. Well, his eyes were closed. God, he looked like such a normal kid.

I watched his mouth move. 'I said... Are you gonna be my girl?' Well, his taste in music could use a little help, but I'd let that slide. I just watched him from his bed. I was kind of waiting for him to see me, but then again, I might be able to just watch him dance in his socks for a minute or two more. Unfortunately, that's when his eyes open.

He jerked his headphones off in about half a second and stared at me, eyes wide. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see your electric-slide, Michael." He turned crimson.

I was feeling out of character. I wasn't feeling the need to make fun of him. I was feeling the need to turn 'Word Play' into 'A Little Less Conversation'.

"Whaddya want?" He mumbled, shoving his headphones next to me on the bed. I stood up.

"'Kiss me.'" I moved closer to him.

"What?" His eyes jerked up from the rug to meet mine.

"The song, do you have it?" I pulled his ipod off his belt.

"Oh, I dunno..." he watched as I flicked through it.

"Here..." I found it, then walked into my room to plug it into my speakers. The guitars started.

"Kiss me out of the bearded barley,

Nightly, beside the green, green grass,

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step,

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."

"I'd never get you to wear a dress." He gave a flicker of a smile, sitting on my bed as I stood by the player. I stood, walked over to him, then pulled him up from the bed by his hands. He stood there, waiting, with a confused, skeptical look on his face. I waited for the line.

"Kiss me."

He blinked.

I walked over and turned off the player, standing near it. He looked at me from across the room, dark eyes bearing into me, to find what I was playing at. I wasn't that freaking hard to read tonight.

"Kiss me," I said, no music, no nothing. He stared. I waited by the player. "Fang." I charged him. "Kiss me."