Disclaimer goes here- I dont own it! :) Hell its not even terribly like the characters anyway lol. Just a AU older what if blah blah quick one shot romance between a cute coupling!
Broken Chairs your body conforms to
Out beyond the quieted garden
You can bring the mans form into trust
Through the holes in my everydayness
Lends sustenance where starvation's necessary
Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions
In the fallen sun
Alright
You can make it stay
The wind blew soft whistles through the fields. It was always nice to make a getaway in a town like this, where everything was set in stone. If you hopped over a few fences and made the right shortcuts, paradise was only about two blocks away from that treehouse that you grew up in.
Wally was 15 now, and tenderness had made its way into his heart. Gone was that quiet, violent (it had given way to a passion for practice and competition), and somewhat insecure boy. Now there was only happiness when he woke up in the morning. He had her to thank for that.
[At the bus stop he looks in that direction until she rounds the corner- her raven hair blowing gently by the wind. She always seems to find something to procrastinate from reaching him too soon, and that minute always stretches. But, when she walks up to him to hug him sweetly and ask how he slept: it's worth it.]
"Good," he said, the wind moved its way through his hair.
"What is?"
Wally opened his eyes, catching up to the thoughts swirling around his head. He'd been daydreaming about her, even though she was right there with him.
"Nothing, I fell asleep." Wally sat up, grabbing a fistful of leaves and dust from the cold earth.
"Fall's so nice, huh Wally?" She plops down next to him, braiding a daffodil chain.
"It's nice, yeah" He agreed. His accent shows even through his boyish custom to not say too much. Not give too much away- 'You're nice'
Kuki looked at the boy, and smiled, holding the flower chain in her hand. She had grown so much with him now that she didn't bother him with silly pointless rantings and talk of things she knew bored him. She had changed to fit the mold that in his mind was perfect. In reality though that had been her own maturity stepping into the light, because his mold was anything about her. She had always been perfect.
"You know what today is?" Kuki's voice had always been giggly, he thought. No amount of maturity would probably ever changed that.
"Not really, no. A monday?" The sky is gorgeous. Light blue with streaks of white, thin clouds sprawled out among the heavens.
"You're my first real boyfriend, you know?"
"I know. You too, girlfriend I mean." 'You're mine.' He's so lucky! He leans back onto his hands, back even with the grass and she crawls over to him, climbing on top and straddling his belly.
"Wally, have I ever told you that I love you?"
"No. It took you two years to say anything?" He gives her a playful smile.
"So you dooo know what today is!" She giggled, and it rang in his ears not unlike a church bell, calling him to life on a lazy day. A smile stretched across his face. She slaps him playfully.
"That's not nice, you know!" he growls. He's laughing and grabbing her hands and tickling her- feeling her squirm over him, watching the faces she made. The daffodil chain floats to the ground. He stopped only when she'd had enough & picked up the small handmade chain, and fastened it tenderly around Kuki's wrist.
She caught her breath...
"You're nice." Said Kuki, grinning.
Long black hair fell into her face, as she leaned over, to plant a kiss on his lips.
Wally sighed and closed his eyes. Slipping back into the world in his dreams.