Thorns and Roses written by Polecat
I stare down at the flower and my hand and see it's trembling, my hearts even pounding in my throat.
I hold a single rose, so beautiful and colored a rich yellow.
It's for a boy I've fallen in love with, the rose reminds me of the color of his hair, but it's beauty cannot compare to his.
I don't think I've actually been this nervous before either. Then again, I've never been in love before.
I approach the lodging house and see a couple wrapped in each other's arms. They're happy, holding each other close and stroking each other's hair. I wish to be happy like that, and I could if the boy I was in love wasn't kissing another right now. Heat fills my face as I clench the rose tightly in my hands. I burn holes into the scull of Specs with the hatred I feel inside. He doesn't notice me, he's much too involved with kissing Dutchy.
I'm aware of a dull throb coming from my fist, without having to look I know I'm bleeding. I can feel the warm liquid seep through my fingers, the thorns from the flower piercing my skin. I didn't remove them and it would of cost extra to have the florist do it. I should of remembered that roses have thorns before I squeezed the damn thing. I should of realized that before I fell in love with him.
"Hey Pie Eatah."
I ignore the friendly greeting from the beautiful blonde; the yellow rose now dotted with my blood drops to the stoop. I walk right past them, never looking down to see them bask in their bliss. I walk past them, past all the boys playing poker, past the boys on the stairs and straight into the bunk room.
I walk straight into the arms of the boy I know I can always count on, I kiss him and he eagerly does the same. I pull away for a moment, looking into his eyes and wishing he was the blonde I loved. He saw the look, he read me.
"Pie--"
I kiss him again, hard and filled with hunger. I'm hurt, I need comfort. "Swifty, don't talk."
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Disclaimer: I don't own a ding dang darn thing. However, I am fully ready kidnap Pie Eater. I want him to teach me how to do backflips! Don't look at me that way, that's my real reason. *grins* Okay, half of my real reason.
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I know it's pretty short, but it just popped outta my head that way. I swear it, I was just sitting at the computer and BAM! I'm hit with it.
I must say that I do believe I officially have a Pie Eater muse. I'm struck with enough ideas for fics concerning him to say so. Yaaay! I Have a Pie!Muse! *huggles Pie!Muse* Hoo boy, are you in some trouble now.
Pie!Muse: erm...Help!
I stare down at the flower and my hand and see it's trembling, my hearts even pounding in my throat.
I hold a single rose, so beautiful and colored a rich yellow.
It's for a boy I've fallen in love with, the rose reminds me of the color of his hair, but it's beauty cannot compare to his.
I don't think I've actually been this nervous before either. Then again, I've never been in love before.
I approach the lodging house and see a couple wrapped in each other's arms. They're happy, holding each other close and stroking each other's hair. I wish to be happy like that, and I could if the boy I was in love wasn't kissing another right now. Heat fills my face as I clench the rose tightly in my hands. I burn holes into the scull of Specs with the hatred I feel inside. He doesn't notice me, he's much too involved with kissing Dutchy.
I'm aware of a dull throb coming from my fist, without having to look I know I'm bleeding. I can feel the warm liquid seep through my fingers, the thorns from the flower piercing my skin. I didn't remove them and it would of cost extra to have the florist do it. I should of remembered that roses have thorns before I squeezed the damn thing. I should of realized that before I fell in love with him.
"Hey Pie Eatah."
I ignore the friendly greeting from the beautiful blonde; the yellow rose now dotted with my blood drops to the stoop. I walk right past them, never looking down to see them bask in their bliss. I walk past them, past all the boys playing poker, past the boys on the stairs and straight into the bunk room.
I walk straight into the arms of the boy I know I can always count on, I kiss him and he eagerly does the same. I pull away for a moment, looking into his eyes and wishing he was the blonde I loved. He saw the look, he read me.
"Pie--"
I kiss him again, hard and filled with hunger. I'm hurt, I need comfort. "Swifty, don't talk."
****
Disclaimer: I don't own a ding dang darn thing. However, I am fully ready kidnap Pie Eater. I want him to teach me how to do backflips! Don't look at me that way, that's my real reason. *grins* Okay, half of my real reason.
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I know it's pretty short, but it just popped outta my head that way. I swear it, I was just sitting at the computer and BAM! I'm hit with it.
I must say that I do believe I officially have a Pie Eater muse. I'm struck with enough ideas for fics concerning him to say so. Yaaay! I Have a Pie!Muse! *huggles Pie!Muse* Hoo boy, are you in some trouble now.
Pie!Muse: erm...Help!
