so this is totally random.
i dont even know how this happened...
can you guess the pairing?
Light, snow, a splash of color in a sea of white.
Her many personas are one of the many things you adore about her. The way she can be anything she wants to be. Silly, serious, sweet, sassy. Anything and everything goes and no one will ever change that.
Hot, firey, twirling 'round and 'round.
Dancing and spinning and laughing in the sand, you reflect on how your families used to vacation together. An easy excuse to spend weeks with her, to just enjoy her company. Flashes of memories from her 14th birthday in the New Port, just the two of you drinking pepsi and sitting on the dock looking at the murky blue water. You wonder if she ever thinks about that night too. The way the two of you swayed to the silent music, inches from the water. The quiet contentment. Deep down, you know you would give anything for her.
White, stiff, sterilized.
When her fathers car accident happened, you were the first person she called.
"Can you come to the hospital? Something bad happened. I don't know if he'll make it." Her rushed, urgent tone made you drop the Wii controller you were holding and tear out of the Fisher's basement. You drove across town in mid-day traffic to be with her. You held her hand in that uncomfortable plastic waiting room chair and let her use you as her shoulder to cry on. When ever she needed you, you were there. From then on, you two were basically inseparable.
Bright colors, pulsing beat, breathy laughter.
It's your first high school dance. None of you want dates so you all go in a group.
"I'm going to dance until my feet fall off!" She declared, her eyes dancing. You smile, hoping she'll dance with you. When you all enter the gymnasium, I Gotta Feeling is blaring through the Bose speakers and she squeals and dances her way to the center of the floor, and is immediately consumed by a group of admirers. "Hey, you!" She yells, waving you over, fulfilling your wish. You make a move to meet her on the floor, when you realize she's waving at the person behind you. Your best friend.
Blurred vision, rustling leaves, anger.
Three weeks after your first high school dance, your best friend is with her all the time. They hold hands, and your heart breaks a little every time. When she smiles and laughs at something he says, you want to punch a wall. Eventually you can't handle it. You run, teary eyed to the one place you can always count on, Old Jackson Park. You stomp on a pile of fallen leaves and kick the decrepit fence. You're being immature about it all but you can't bring yourself to care too much, because she picked him.
Screams, tears, and lies.
You're no longer friends. She has tried to contact you many times the first few weeks after your fit but you ignore her. Seeing her just reminds you that you can't have her, that she'll never be yours.
"What the hell is your problem?" She yells at you one day as she pulls you aside in the hall during lunch one day.
"My problem? You haven't given me a second thought since you started dating him." You say harshly. You can't bare to say his name, even though he was once your friend.
"I have tried and tried!" She pleaded, "I don't know why you're so upset by this!" You know she's lying.
"You know full well why." You mumbled in anger. You turn on your heel and run, run to the stairwell. Run to escape the one thing you used to want. The one thing you used to love.
Fights, endings, awakenings.
Sitting alone in your room, you hear your phone ring loudly. You pick it up and seeing her name flash on the screen surprises you. Too shocked to do much, you let the phone go to voice mail and listen to it the moment you get the alert.
"Hey." She whispered, "I really need to talk to you. Please come over as soon as you can."
Without a thought, you stand up and grab your keys. Technically you're not supposed to drive without an adult but when she needs you, you're there. When you arrive you climb the familiar ladder to the tree house, knowing she'll be waiting there for you.
"Hey," You murmur. "What's up?" She motions for you to sit down and you do. She tells you the tragic story. They broke up. She needs a shoulder to cry on. You let her for a while but your pride gets in the way. You refuse, standing up and climbing down the ladder, you hear her yelling after you.
"But it's you! It's always been you! I'm sorry I couldn't see it before!" She whimpers, but you ignore her. You're her rebound, and that's all you'll ever be.
Truths, epiphany, happiness.
Her many personas are one of the things you really hate about her. Ecstatic, pissed off, emotional, indifferent. Impossible to read, mentally abusive, truly selfish. She had always wanted you by her side, she always knew how you felt and she used that to her advantage. Manipulated you into being her gay best friend, never the boy friend.
The moment you realize this, you, Chris Abeley, are finally free from Skye Hamilton's spell. You feel, you are, really, honestly, truly free.
review.
also, give me prompts to write about.
and pairings as well.