Sprawled out on the bed
An open book
Next to him,
An empty cup
Of black coffee
On the side table.
"You're smiling"
His brother said to me
That morning.
I felt what humans call
'Butterflies'
In my vessels stomach.
"Why"
I asked.
"Do humans feel
Butterflies in their stomachs?"
His brother sighed.
"I usually comes when we see somebody we like."
"But I am quite fond of you.
I have never felt
Butterflies
Towards you."
His brother rubbed his face.
"You don't get butterflies
When you're in a platonic
Relationship."
Oh.
A
Revelation came
Rushing
To me.
Platonic
Adjective
Being in a relationship
Without
Romance or sex.
I was in a platonic
Relationship
With his brother.
I was in a platonic
Relationship
With him.
But I wanted our
Profound bond
To not be
Platonic.
"But what people
Would they get
Butterflies
From?"
I asked.
"People they
Love."
He replied.
Love
Noun
An intense feeling of deep affection.
Verb
Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.
Love.
An emotion.
I am
Not
Suppose to
Feel emotions.
Emotions like love.
But I did.
I have lost my
Lack of
Emotion.
His brother got up.
"I'm gonna go to the library,
Get some research done."
He walked to the door,
And closed it with a
Slam.
I sat on the edge of his bed,
Watching his chest
Rise and fall.
"I'll watch over you."
I mumbled.
Rise
And
Fall.
He stirred.
Rise
And
Fall.
And his eyes
Fluttered
Open.
Rise.
And Fall.
His reaction
To me watching him
Was unexpected.
He smiled softly,
His eyes closing lazily.
Then opening again.
Open.
Close.
He blinked a few times,
Rubbed his face
and sat up.
"Whatcha doin?"
He asked,
The sleep still heavy in his voice.
"Watching over you."
I mumbled.
He scooted
Over to
Me.
"Don't tel anybody this,
But I kinda
Like it
When you
Watch over
Me."
I felt the blood rush up
To my face.
Blush
Verb
Develop a pink tinge in the face from embarrassment or shame.
"You kinda look like an
Angelic tomato."
He mumbled.
"I think it's cute."
He mumbled so softly
I could barely
Hear it.
I gave a smile
That was almost impossible
To see.
But he saw it anyways.
"May I ask
You a
Question?'
I asked
Meekly.
"Sure..."
He replied.
"Why is it
That humans,
Or some animals
Love one an other?"
He was befuddled by my question.
Befuddle
Verb
Make (someone) unable to think clearly.
He stumbled
Through a
Forest of
Words.
"Dude.
Why are
You
Asking
That
To
Me
Of all people?"
In some way
I stopped
Thinking.
My brain didn't shut down.
Just every sense.
Why.
Did
I ask
The Question?
I wanted an answer.
Why.
Did I ask
Him?
Because.
The
King of Hell
Told me how he felt.
Of course,
I should've known better.
Demons lie.
Why would I believe him?
"I just thought-
That you-
That you'd have
A valid
Answer..."
"Well..
There are people.
And there are
Certain things
We really like about them."
He paused.
Green eyes
Glittering.
"With you,
I-"
He stopped.
He lifted my chin.
Green on blue.
Blue on green.
Our eyes were
Like
Magnets.
Always trying to stay connected.
"I like it when your hair is going in every direction.
I like it when you're confused by our 'human ways'
I like your trench coat
I like your vessel's eyes."
He stopped,
Looked down at his hands,
Rubbed his neck,
Played with his fingers.
"I"
He stopped.
Yet again.
He rubbed his face.
"Love you."
He finished.
I Love You
Statement.
The three hardest words to say in the English Language.
I didn't know what to say.
So I did what
I have seen
Humans do
In what he calls
'Chick flicks.'
I kissed him.
And through out the whole time
I was terrified.
Kiss
Verb
Touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, reverence, or greeting.
He drew back,
Green eyes bright,
A grin upon his face.
"I love you too."
I Love You Too
Statement
The best four words in the English language to hear.
So this is a seven page poem I wrote for school. My teacher doesn't know that this is fanfic. Muhahahaha.
Hope that you don't think that Dean is OOC...
-Marnie
xoxo