A/N: This totally came to me when I was running in P.E. It was totally brilliant when I thought of it (or at least I thought it was) and now I'm hoping it'll turn out pretty good. You'll see why I was thinking of it during gym in the second chapter. It's a two-parter. Kevin first, then Gwen.
Hope you like it!
"Driving a Mile"
I had only driven a mile through the pouring ran when I saw it. A flash of blue. Gwen had left a notebook behind. She'd spilled her backpack all over the floor of my car when she'd jumped in and books went everywhere. Running late, her hair was still damp and I thought it was hot that way. Who wouldn't? She slapped me when I opened my mouth to mention it and I hadn't even gotten a word out. I don't know why though. Most girls would take that as a compliment. But I hadn't said anything and somehow, that was an insult.
"Jeez," I murmured, slamming on the brakes, which caused water to spew out from under the car.
It was soaking wet outside. The rain was coming down in buckets and buckets. The grass was all soggy and muddy and disgusting. I'd hate to be walking through that. Iron colored warning clouds threatened hail and sleet. Lucky me, I had a car. Ben would be walking home after the last smoothie incident. That was decided.
Back to the notebook; what if it was something important? Like her science homework? Of course she'd need it! I let my car slide over to the shoulder of the road and turned back at the next point I found. She'd love me for finding it. But hey? Don't girls sketch in the margins of notebooks? That's what I've always heard. Maybe…
No. No, no, no, no, no. Bad Kevin. Bad thoughts. You're a good boy now and you've changed and-
Yeah, like I was going to try and resist that! I let my car skid into a narrow parking place right outside the front doors of her big fancy prep school. The soccer fields were just on the other side of a car next to me. I turned on the windshield wipers before I flipped open the book.
Probably the biggest mistake of my day. Good thing I was on a roll of being better.
The first page was a blank. So was the second. I'd opened it for nothing, that was my first thought. An empty notebook filled with freaking nothing. That's what I'd been excited about. Diddly-squat. I flipped the page one more time and I saw this giant broken heart sketched neatly in the center. And get this: my name was on one side. Funny.
…Or it meant something. Oh god. I flipped the page again.
Who knew Gwen was such an artist? A gray form was there with lines carefully drawn. It looked like it could be something important. I looked a bit closer. Oh my god, it was a sketch of my face. My normal face. The human me. That is creepy. Like stalker/obsessive creepy. Not cool.
It made me look better than I really did. My eyes were colored some dark shade of brown, almost black. They seemed so deep… Was that how they really looked? It was great, but the rest of it was in a steel gray of deftly drawn pencil marks. That picture had probably taken her forever.
Somehow, it pulled me in further, like dragging me under a wave in the ocean. I turned another page.
There was the monster version. Half crystal, half rock. My face was a hideously disfigured mess. Gwen's drawing made me look different. Better somehow. This one had part of my chest on it. I could see where the iron meshed into the rock. The finer details were there too. At that moment, I didn't feel so bad about my appearance. Maybe this was how she saw me. Again, my eyes had that same dark coloring, but a bit more chocolate brown. Weird. Very weird.
I had to remember that this was Gwen's. If she found out I was going through her notes/diary/journal/whatever, she'd kill me probably. But she's Gwen. She wouldn't really kill me. Would she? I had to think it over for a second.
I flipped the page again. How much longer could it go on? Not like I was that interesting.
Poetry. Even better. Such a Gwen thing. At first it was all just words. Then it occurred to me that it was one of those sideways poem things. Whatever they're called. Acoustic maybe. Something like that. Poetry was never my forte. My name was at the top.
Kevin Ethan Levin
Kills me with his eyes
Explains nothing until it's too late
Very annoying (very, very and infinite verys)
I don't know why he's so funny sometimes
Never says what he really feels and thinks
Everlasting in my heart
Thinks he knows everything (I keep proving him wrong)
Has the sweetest smile
Always makes my heart beat a little bit faster when I'm with him
Never pays his speeding tickets
Loves torturing Ben
Extremely protective of his car
Vindictive (most of the time)
I'm crazy for writing this
Not sure why I love him, but I do
Wow. Glad I'm not the crazy one with a notebook dedicated to my love for a teammate. And I won't ask her out, but I want to. Maybe something will change soon. And if I ask her out, she'll ditch this notebook and not seem like a stalker anymore. This was starting to creep me out major.
Suddenly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go on. It was getting later. I turned back and looked at those pictures one last time. They made me seem better than I really was and I knew it. And Gwen had added every last minor detail except color.
In the monster, the lines were perfectly separating my multitude of deformities. Like she had studied my face for hours. Like I had practically posed for it. Then my human face… My hair was drawn with a darker shading, like the blackened color it really was. Or at least it was when I was human. Every feature was drawn with extreme precision. I wasn't sure what to think of it. Beautiful because she cared? Or obsessive because she'd went a little overboard with it all?
There was another poem hiding on the next page.
I just want him so badly.
It sucks and I can't help it.
That boy is just addictive.
I wish I could stop loving him.
I know he's bad.
I know he's tried to kill me.
I know it all.
And I still won't stop.
She wants to stop loving me? Didn't know my monster form made me that bad? I slumped over a little more in my seat. Not like I didn't already look terrible. The pictures had made me seem better… I guess I thought wrong. My head was pounding a little bit.
It stung a bit, but I wanted to keep going. I wanted to know everything. Gwen's feelings and thoughts meant the world to me. With a bit of courage, I turned past the poem to find another. It was drastically shorter than the other two.
Kevin Levin is
Breaking my heart into pieces.
And still, I love him.
Who knew she was good with poetry? A haikiki or something? I don't know. Good thing I'm not Japanese or I'd be screwed in the whole language.
Good thing I'm brave because I kept going. I'm crazy for still reading and she's crazy for writing. Maybe we're more alike than we thought. We're both partially insane.
I looked at the next drawing. It was a picture of her, sitting on a rooftop with me right next to her. She was nervously playing with her hair, I could see it. The way her hand was pushing the stray reddish orange-tinted strands away from her striking face. One arm was pulling her knees to her chest and her perfect emerald colored eyes were on me with a look of admiration in them. For me? No way.
I was sitting next to her, looking more relaxed. Pssh. When was I ever relaxed around her? My legs were out in front of me and I could see a window on one side. Probably the window leading to her room. That was the only roof I could ever imagine us on. I was smiling for once and it looked like I could've been laughing. Again, it was the human version, the one she probably liked better. And my hair was shaded darker like the night sky. Man, if she thought I really looked that good, she had another thing coming.
The only part of the sketch that was colored were our eyes. The forest green and murky brown. And they were glued to each other, her looking at me like I was the best thing in the world and me just talking like it was no big deal. Is that what she thought? That she was no big deal to me?
Then there was the next picture. We were sitting in my car and she was laughing. I could see that amusement in her eyes that she'd drawn in so perfectly, still colored. Then there was her expression. It was so warm and welcoming and she was hysterical like I'd just said the funniest thing in the universe. That made me feel good about myself. I was funny. A little smile crept across my face.
The rain poured harder on my windshield and I kicked the wipers into high gear.
My gaze flicked back to the sketch. I had this devilish smirk on my face. My eyes had a drawn in sparkle to them and the color kept coming. It was deeper and richer than before. She'd put more effort into my eyes on this one. Hers were untouched still.
I ran my fingers over her face. Her hair was up like a halo around her head, pulled up like she usually had it in karate or whatever sport she does. It's something cool, that's all I know. And it works great against alien scum. Including myself. I couldn't help but grin and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the rearview. I was still a monster and she was still a normal girl. That was the end of that.
That's when I looked out to the soccer fields. Where had the time gone? Had I been analyzing the details of the notebook's contents for that long? It was already a late afternoon when I finished the last poem. Gwen still had an hour left of school and I'd decided to ditch today for about the millionth time. Reddish color caught my eye as it raced across the soccer fields. The one that I wouldn't mistake anywhere. Her face was hidden because her back was to me.
Then it happened. In an instant, I was out of the driver's seat and racing as fast as my legs could carry me to the grassy area, barely remembering my ID mask at the last second. I dropped the notebook on the blacktop of the parking lot where it was drenched in the rainwater from a shallow puddle. All her work would be ruined. But I didn't care. I had bigger things to worry about.
A/N: Okay, next is Gwen's part. Hers will be shorter probably, but I'm not sure. It might be longer. Kinda depends. Hope you liked my quick poetry that I just kinda made up as I went along. Pretty sure it wasn't awful at least. ahahaha! R&R! Some of the spacing and crap wouldn't work for the poems so it made more sense when it typed it up the first time. lol.
THX! CUM BAK SOON!