Darkness, strange actually how darkness always seems to be a bad thing.
Nobody ever thought about it that when there is no darkness, there is no
difference between light and dark. You will never be able to see the stars
or the moon, never be able to sneak out unnoticed when necessary.
I always loved the dark. Just for the plain reason that everything looks different then. So surreal. When the night falls another world seems to open. A world long forgotten by humanity.
Who would have ever thought I was so close to truth.
From my window, you can see Orion, the swordsman of the sky. Or as the ancient Egyptians called him, Osiris, the god of resurrection. I always wondered why those stars formed that figure so perfectly. Most of the time the stars are scatter all over. But this figure is so clear. Maybe it is just coincidence. And yet..
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Chapter One
Dreams
Finally, after waiting for more than five years she would finally go. Finally, she would go to Rome! The trip was organised by a teacher at school and many of her friends would come too. He would also come. Would he still be mad at her? At six in morning she did not want to think about it, but what if he was mad, still after more than a half-year. She got up, turned on the music and awoke with that action her parents and her little brother. They did not care, there had to be things done before she left, which would be three hours later.
'Mariona, wouldn't you need this plaid for the night?' asked her mother five minutes before getting in the car to pick up her best friend, Miranda and a classmate of Miranda. Looking at the small plaid her mother was holding she said ' I have some space left here. You never know if it could be cold in the bus.'
The horn of a car sound. The parents of her friend stopped the car in front their house. Miranda was running to the door and giggling like an idiot. 'No difference there.' Said Mariona's little brother Ewout, who was standing next to his father. His sister had been acting like that all morning. The two girls laughed and hopped around nervously, acting like two little children on Christmas morning.
In the car they talked about the things they had packed for the trip and after picking up Catharine, Miranda's classmate, the car drove to Kampen, the bus.
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'Here' and she threw down on of her bags. 'Miranda!' Her friend checked the seats ' Is this the best spot?' she asked.
'Of course it is. Who is travelling in these stupid things to school every morning?' Mariona asked rhetorical. Above their heads was space to store some stuff and so the jackets went there and the plaid.
'We are in the best seats of the bus' declared Miranda to Anton, one of Mariona's classmates and one of her former and went on talking to Matthea and Joanna, who sate in front Mariona and her as Anton was sitting behind her.
He laughed and said to Ditmar, the guy next to him ' Do not be look surprised if those two suddenly start laughing. When they are together under one roof, it's never quiet around them.'
*A true thing he said indeed. They had been friends since they were 12 and now they were almost 17. They had shared good and bad times, went to school together both the same level when they had to go to secondary school until Miranda dropped a level and Mariona had to go to Kampen, because only there her level continued. But they kept their friendship as something that was more than precious. Sometimes it was even said they were more like sisters. *
'Alex, were am I suppose sit now?!' yelled Miranda while Alex had taken her seat next to Mariona, who was talking to Ditmar behind, sitting backwards, ignoring Alex.
'Here on my lap' he said with a tomboy's smile. Mariona turned around and Miranda sat down on Alex lap. 'So, and how is it going with Mariona' he asked with a sarcastic tone only to be heard by her because Miranda was too busy getting the Pringles out off her backpack.
'Fine' she said short. He did not need to know that she felt bad because of him acting like that. She looked out side to the cars passing by.
'Here, take some' Miranda was holding the Pringles tube and Mariona graphed three out off the can. ' And how are things with you then?' she asked polity.
Miranda laughed when Alex made a funny face. He ignored her.
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The day passed and it grew dark. The bus now drove trough Germany, near the border with France to pass there to Switzerland and from there on to Italy. Miranda and Mariona were talking about all and nothing when Alex came.
'Can I talk to Mariona for a sec, Mir?
'As long as you don't kill her, it's ok I think. I need her for translating my love letters!' Mariona gave Miranda a shove and Miranda felt theatrically off her seat. Pretending to be hurt, she went to sit next to Ditmar as Anton was off somewhere else.
Alex sat next to her. They were both silent. 'I don't think we have changed much.' He started.
'I agree, but I think we have changed only we don't know it of each other because we both changed the same way.' She replied. Again, silence. Both were thinking about the past six months. Why he had been mad, she had been hurt, both longing to talk to one other, but both too proud to give in. They were not lovers, but they were not friends or brother / sister like either. However, the last description was most suitable.
After a long silence they were at the same point of putting it all behind and without saying a word, they knew what the other had been thinking. ' So the final was great, wasn't it?' she started.
'Yeah, too bad we haven't seen it together.' Crazy for football, the passion that had bind they together. Being supporter for Feyenoord in an area were everybody supported the archenemy, Ajax, was the basis of their friendship. Although it had been the cause, sort of, of their fight, it was also the glue now healed it back together.
'I was on vacation, but I have it on tape. So if you would like to seen again, we could.'
'I would like that.' And so with saying anything about the fight the fuzz over what it all had been about was talked over and put behind in the past.
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The days went by and it seemed that God had said to the Sun that because she shone so hard she had go-fast up and down. It all went too fast. The night was as long as the day and there was no line to separated them. And no one liked going home.
'Is it ok with Miranda that I'll keep you company the first part of the trip back home?' Alex asked.
'Yeah she's fine with it.' replied Mariona.
'Ok, then I see you in a minute, keep the seat warm'
Five days Rome had brought them together again. Although her friends weren't his and vice versa, they had spent some time together laughing, him teasing her, she telling him historic things etc. etc. To point out the event were they were as in the old times, the regulate couple ( A/N: In Dutch regelneefjes) was the night the whole group had gone to the Spanish Stairs and some got drunk and were not back in the hotel. When everybody except one of his friends and one of hers, they both wanted to go out and look for them. Luckily, these two friends just arrived when they were about to go and find them and they did not need to get out of find them.
Talking about those stairs, she had met some guys for Rotterdam there. From the handsomest, she had the address. Jasper was his name and two beautiful blue eyes his game. He was so cute! She hoped to hear from him sometime, she did not have much confidence in it but still she hoped it.
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Miranda had taken planted her bud on the ground under the TV and watched Harry Potter. Suddenly she was aware of the silence behind her. What is going on my bed for the night, she thought and looked behind her. Mariona was pressed against the window and Alex covered the rest of her body with his. They were kissing!
*Early that night*
Mariona lay back, leaning with the back of her head against the window, Alex's head lying on her chest, her plaid covering the both of them. While many in the bus were cold, they had each other's body heat and the plaid so they were warm for the night.
Harry Potter, she thought, damn how much did she hate those books! Those books were nothing more than a weak infusion of Grieslestate, written by Anthony Horowitz. But because she couldn't do anything else but watching the television in front of her or look out the window and stare into the black ink darkness or look down to Alex who was laying quite comfortable on her chest watching the movie, she had but no choice to follow his example and watch too. Slowly Alex moved his head, Mariona looked down to see what was the matter only to be scared the hell out of her as his lips touched hers.
What is this! was her first reaction. Calm down girl, it is just a goodnight kiss was the next thing she thought and so she kissed back. Alex turned his head again and lay back against her chest. After some minutes, she felt his hand searching for hers, finding it and holding it gently, rubbing it with his fingers.
Tired as she was, she lowered herself further into the chairs. By doing this, Alex had to move too, but he did not only lower himself but also turned his head again and this time also his body and kissed her again. More demanding, stroking her hand with on hand as the other caressed her hair.
' This cannot be happening, said the little voice in her head. And surprising herself, she kissed back. Feeling his lips on hers made feel like nothing before. ' This is not real, he cannot like me, he is using me! the voice screamed this time. But before the voice could control her actions, his tongue was tracing her lips, his hands on caressing her hair and her neck. She lost reason and could only feel. Only feel his lips, his hands, his breath and his tongue. Every action he performed, made her losing contact with reason and by the third kiss she answered back, losing contact with her reasonable mind and could only think of all those years she thought this could only happen in fairytales.
The whole week had been a fairytale, a dream of five years old. This was the end of the dream, the highest point of the dream. Two dreams becoming one, seeing the eternal city of Rome after five years of longing and to kiss the boy she silently loved for those same five years, thinking he would never love her.
* End flashback*
That night the stars sparkled brightly. In the dark, all seemed so clear, but the sun threaded them and the morning came. The night was over and so were the dreams of Rome and the love of him, it was now only but a memory.
I hoped you liked it. This is just a little background information on the main character; I think you need to know this. I say ' I think' because right now I do not know where the story will end up. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical, my mother tongue is not English, but Dutch.
I always loved the dark. Just for the plain reason that everything looks different then. So surreal. When the night falls another world seems to open. A world long forgotten by humanity.
Who would have ever thought I was so close to truth.
From my window, you can see Orion, the swordsman of the sky. Or as the ancient Egyptians called him, Osiris, the god of resurrection. I always wondered why those stars formed that figure so perfectly. Most of the time the stars are scatter all over. But this figure is so clear. Maybe it is just coincidence. And yet..
~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~
Chapter One
Dreams
Finally, after waiting for more than five years she would finally go. Finally, she would go to Rome! The trip was organised by a teacher at school and many of her friends would come too. He would also come. Would he still be mad at her? At six in morning she did not want to think about it, but what if he was mad, still after more than a half-year. She got up, turned on the music and awoke with that action her parents and her little brother. They did not care, there had to be things done before she left, which would be three hours later.
'Mariona, wouldn't you need this plaid for the night?' asked her mother five minutes before getting in the car to pick up her best friend, Miranda and a classmate of Miranda. Looking at the small plaid her mother was holding she said ' I have some space left here. You never know if it could be cold in the bus.'
The horn of a car sound. The parents of her friend stopped the car in front their house. Miranda was running to the door and giggling like an idiot. 'No difference there.' Said Mariona's little brother Ewout, who was standing next to his father. His sister had been acting like that all morning. The two girls laughed and hopped around nervously, acting like two little children on Christmas morning.
In the car they talked about the things they had packed for the trip and after picking up Catharine, Miranda's classmate, the car drove to Kampen, the bus.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
'Here' and she threw down on of her bags. 'Miranda!' Her friend checked the seats ' Is this the best spot?' she asked.
'Of course it is. Who is travelling in these stupid things to school every morning?' Mariona asked rhetorical. Above their heads was space to store some stuff and so the jackets went there and the plaid.
'We are in the best seats of the bus' declared Miranda to Anton, one of Mariona's classmates and one of her former and went on talking to Matthea and Joanna, who sate in front Mariona and her as Anton was sitting behind her.
He laughed and said to Ditmar, the guy next to him ' Do not be look surprised if those two suddenly start laughing. When they are together under one roof, it's never quiet around them.'
*A true thing he said indeed. They had been friends since they were 12 and now they were almost 17. They had shared good and bad times, went to school together both the same level when they had to go to secondary school until Miranda dropped a level and Mariona had to go to Kampen, because only there her level continued. But they kept their friendship as something that was more than precious. Sometimes it was even said they were more like sisters. *
'Alex, were am I suppose sit now?!' yelled Miranda while Alex had taken her seat next to Mariona, who was talking to Ditmar behind, sitting backwards, ignoring Alex.
'Here on my lap' he said with a tomboy's smile. Mariona turned around and Miranda sat down on Alex lap. 'So, and how is it going with Mariona' he asked with a sarcastic tone only to be heard by her because Miranda was too busy getting the Pringles out off her backpack.
'Fine' she said short. He did not need to know that she felt bad because of him acting like that. She looked out side to the cars passing by.
'Here, take some' Miranda was holding the Pringles tube and Mariona graphed three out off the can. ' And how are things with you then?' she asked polity.
Miranda laughed when Alex made a funny face. He ignored her.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
The day passed and it grew dark. The bus now drove trough Germany, near the border with France to pass there to Switzerland and from there on to Italy. Miranda and Mariona were talking about all and nothing when Alex came.
'Can I talk to Mariona for a sec, Mir?
'As long as you don't kill her, it's ok I think. I need her for translating my love letters!' Mariona gave Miranda a shove and Miranda felt theatrically off her seat. Pretending to be hurt, she went to sit next to Ditmar as Anton was off somewhere else.
Alex sat next to her. They were both silent. 'I don't think we have changed much.' He started.
'I agree, but I think we have changed only we don't know it of each other because we both changed the same way.' She replied. Again, silence. Both were thinking about the past six months. Why he had been mad, she had been hurt, both longing to talk to one other, but both too proud to give in. They were not lovers, but they were not friends or brother / sister like either. However, the last description was most suitable.
After a long silence they were at the same point of putting it all behind and without saying a word, they knew what the other had been thinking. ' So the final was great, wasn't it?' she started.
'Yeah, too bad we haven't seen it together.' Crazy for football, the passion that had bind they together. Being supporter for Feyenoord in an area were everybody supported the archenemy, Ajax, was the basis of their friendship. Although it had been the cause, sort of, of their fight, it was also the glue now healed it back together.
'I was on vacation, but I have it on tape. So if you would like to seen again, we could.'
'I would like that.' And so with saying anything about the fight the fuzz over what it all had been about was talked over and put behind in the past.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
The days went by and it seemed that God had said to the Sun that because she shone so hard she had go-fast up and down. It all went too fast. The night was as long as the day and there was no line to separated them. And no one liked going home.
'Is it ok with Miranda that I'll keep you company the first part of the trip back home?' Alex asked.
'Yeah she's fine with it.' replied Mariona.
'Ok, then I see you in a minute, keep the seat warm'
Five days Rome had brought them together again. Although her friends weren't his and vice versa, they had spent some time together laughing, him teasing her, she telling him historic things etc. etc. To point out the event were they were as in the old times, the regulate couple ( A/N: In Dutch regelneefjes) was the night the whole group had gone to the Spanish Stairs and some got drunk and were not back in the hotel. When everybody except one of his friends and one of hers, they both wanted to go out and look for them. Luckily, these two friends just arrived when they were about to go and find them and they did not need to get out of find them.
Talking about those stairs, she had met some guys for Rotterdam there. From the handsomest, she had the address. Jasper was his name and two beautiful blue eyes his game. He was so cute! She hoped to hear from him sometime, she did not have much confidence in it but still she hoped it.
~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~
Miranda had taken planted her bud on the ground under the TV and watched Harry Potter. Suddenly she was aware of the silence behind her. What is going on my bed for the night, she thought and looked behind her. Mariona was pressed against the window and Alex covered the rest of her body with his. They were kissing!
*Early that night*
Mariona lay back, leaning with the back of her head against the window, Alex's head lying on her chest, her plaid covering the both of them. While many in the bus were cold, they had each other's body heat and the plaid so they were warm for the night.
Harry Potter, she thought, damn how much did she hate those books! Those books were nothing more than a weak infusion of Grieslestate, written by Anthony Horowitz. But because she couldn't do anything else but watching the television in front of her or look out the window and stare into the black ink darkness or look down to Alex who was laying quite comfortable on her chest watching the movie, she had but no choice to follow his example and watch too. Slowly Alex moved his head, Mariona looked down to see what was the matter only to be scared the hell out of her as his lips touched hers.
What is this! was her first reaction. Calm down girl, it is just a goodnight kiss was the next thing she thought and so she kissed back. Alex turned his head again and lay back against her chest. After some minutes, she felt his hand searching for hers, finding it and holding it gently, rubbing it with his fingers.
Tired as she was, she lowered herself further into the chairs. By doing this, Alex had to move too, but he did not only lower himself but also turned his head again and this time also his body and kissed her again. More demanding, stroking her hand with on hand as the other caressed her hair.
' This cannot be happening, said the little voice in her head. And surprising herself, she kissed back. Feeling his lips on hers made feel like nothing before. ' This is not real, he cannot like me, he is using me! the voice screamed this time. But before the voice could control her actions, his tongue was tracing her lips, his hands on caressing her hair and her neck. She lost reason and could only feel. Only feel his lips, his hands, his breath and his tongue. Every action he performed, made her losing contact with reason and by the third kiss she answered back, losing contact with her reasonable mind and could only think of all those years she thought this could only happen in fairytales.
The whole week had been a fairytale, a dream of five years old. This was the end of the dream, the highest point of the dream. Two dreams becoming one, seeing the eternal city of Rome after five years of longing and to kiss the boy she silently loved for those same five years, thinking he would never love her.
* End flashback*
That night the stars sparkled brightly. In the dark, all seemed so clear, but the sun threaded them and the morning came. The night was over and so were the dreams of Rome and the love of him, it was now only but a memory.
I hoped you liked it. This is just a little background information on the main character; I think you need to know this. I say ' I think' because right now I do not know where the story will end up. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical, my mother tongue is not English, but Dutch.