A/N: Grady && Tawni.
When she smiles,
he thinks she has lips like candy,
and when she blinks,
the blue almost defies the sky.
When she laughs,
it's like being in the park when he was kid,
and when she cries,
it's like metal scraping against metal.
(He shudders whenever his fork and knife graze against each other.
He hates it.)
When she looks at him,
he thinks there's hope,
and when she looks away,
he thinks he's wrong.
When she kisses him,
he's a rebound.
She has been crying,
and mascara is dripping,
and hands are shaking,
and God, it could break a heart just looking at her.
She flounces away, sobbing,
and he hears her moaning ew! to Sonny.
When he tries to talk to her,
she's not crying anymore.
Her legs are swinging of the cafeteria table,
and her grin is wide and her eyes are sparkly.
She's talking to a boy,
and he's not listening.
Of course he's not listening.
The boy's eyes graze over her body as she giggles.
Grady walks up to her and starts to talk,
and she doesn't listen.
Why would she bother?
When she visits him . . .
Well, she doesn't actually.
She's crying again,
because the boy wasn't such a Prince Charming,
and Grady was just there,
and oh, what's wrong with males?
He tells her they aren't all bad.
She kisses him.
He waits for the running,
for the moaning,
for the ew!
It doesn't happen.
When she kisses him,
he thinks she tastes like strawberries,
and when she speaks,
it's like fireworks off her tongue.
When he wraps her arms around her,
it feels safe,
and when she says they have to do this in secret,
he freezes.
He thaws out, after a few minutes,
and agrees because
her kisses taste like fruit, and
her eyes are so blue, and
her words are special, and
her laugh brings back memories, and
her lips are like candy, and
her tears make him sore.
And when she asks for a secret,
he thinks their secrets are the best.