Ah, new story, I love it, actually I've been working on it for a while,
don't worry that it's weird…oh yes, well it is, but you don't have to worry
about it. Um, this story is about bobby and a new character that I made
up. Um, and There was something else I was going to say, but I'm not going
to anymore, so you'll survive, right???
Yes, I hope you like this one, and REVIEW, because I like it when I know what people think of it. Even if you think that it sucks, or whatever… Blessed be
Chapter one. Syren's perspective.
There was the one matter of where the damn place was. That was all I really had to worry about, I was eighteen now, free and clear.
It wasn't that I didn't love them, well, yes it is, but the point wasn't that, the point was that through my whole life I'd felt lost.
Sure I'd liked Sara and Max well enough, but they hadn't ever been my real parents. I had even felt like that when I hadn't know it. They'd always just been people who could give me what I want, which I know is terrible, but it's the way it had been. I'd felt something like affection, the feeling which happens when someone raises you, but nothing more.
Nothing real, nothing substantial, which is why I'd spent almost all of my teenage years wishing for someone to really love. Well, I'd had one person to love, not a person so much as a dream, an illusion, a fantasy.
He was tall, not so tall, actually, but he had a voice like no other person could, a scent that was amazing. His hair was brown, his face was just unbelievable, indescribable. I don't know how I can't describe it better, as it's sitting in front of my eyes, but I have never been able to.
Anyway, I suppose that I had another thing to love as well, but it wasn't a person. I had my singing, just that same feeling as with the boy, less intense, but the same, it was an intense feeling, whenever I could sing, I would, which made my life almost like a bizarre musical. It was still nice, just that feeling. I had been the pride of my elementary school choir, my middle school choir and my high school choir, I'd made the state choir and I'd been a lead in every musical the school had done, and some out of school.
I'd tried the social life thing, but it hadn't really worked, sure, there'd been some people who I'd liked a lot, some I'd even pursued, some I'd gone out with and some I'd feigned love with. That one was Luke, we'd kissed, my first kiss, which I'd wanted to have fire works and amazing sparks, and all of that, but it hadn't happened. I lived, but that night in my dreams I'd cried to the boy, and he'd understood and told me to wait for him, just wait for him, he'd come to me one day.
So I'd given up, I had good girl friends, good guy friends, but no romantic interests at all, but for the boy. I'd never asked his name, it didn't really matter, we knew the souls, why should the names matter? I would always go to sleep intending to ask him, but I never would.
When I was seventeen, a senior in highschool, the school did the play "Les Miserables" I had been Eponine, the angsty daughter of the rich parents who didn't get her man. My favorite number, and my last one alone, 'On my own.' made me so emotional, it was so amazingly deep and touching. I'd been thinking of him the whole time. My longing wasn't for Marius, it was for my unnamed love.
By this time I'd known for quite some time that I was in love with him, but it wasn't so easy to accept it. But he was all I'd seen in my mind during the teary crying number through the streets of the town, and when I'd closed my eyes, it had seemed as if he was there, with me, in my arms, in my heart, and immediately I'd gotten aroused.
Up until that night I'd tried to keep that aspect of myself out of our relationship, he was growing just as I had been, older, more handsome, more buff, more arousing.
I realized that night that I didn't have to be afraid of him, and that I should go for what I wanted.
I'd almost fainted that night, after the three curtain calls and the five minute standing ovation, the crowd had called me forward three times, more than the boy who played Marius' two and the girl who played Cosset's one. I felt amazing, tired, but amazing, I wanted to keep it in my mind forever, but I wanted to go to sleep more. To share the triumph, the feeling with him, the amazing, almost orgasmic feeling, now I wanted the real thing.
I brushed my teeth, then washed my face, carefully applying a layer of lotion and then a layer of lipstick, silver, which made me look paler and somehow more shiny, I loved how I looked in it. I curled the ends of my hair and tied it back at the nape of my neck. I took out my earrings and peeled off my clothes. Then I reached for my pyjamas and hesitated, instead reaching for my other drawer, my lingerie drawer, pulling out the soft, light beige silk teddy. I held it up to me in front of my mirror, spun around and decided to put it on. I hadn't ever really seen myself in any of my dreams with him. I didn't know if I would be wearing what I was wearing in the real world, but I did know that he and I were going to make love that night.
I went to sleep, which I had never had troubles with, and found myself in a bedroom. Either someone in the world who created my dreams, and his, for I was sure he existed in reality as well, had read my mind before I had come. He was there as well, in fact, now that I think back, I don't think he had ever not been there when I'd fallen to sleep, and looking at me as if I were his salvation, I must have looked the same, because I felt the same.
He walked towards me as if possessed with love, lust and just pure passion, as I knew I was. "Oh." I said, tilting my head back, opening my mouth, it felt as if he was ravishing me with his eyes. Then he was actually touching me, and it was so much better. I moved my head back to him, "Please." I said, before I moved my face to
his, and kissed him. It took my breath away, caused tingles to run up and down and back up my spine, I could hardly breathe, I fell, fainting away from him onto the floor, then the bed. I felt like I was in heaven. The bed felt like feathers, the pillows felt like clouds, and I just floated on the sensations, buckling under the pressure until I exploded, orgasming, it was amazing, and he hadn't even really touched me yet. I opened my eyes again, looking at him, ecstasy written over his face like a spell. I watched him watching me writhing in the ecstasy of this amazing feeling.
Then I realized that I couldn't do it. I couldn't let my first time, my first real sensations like this with him be deadened by the lull of sleep, the rock of the cradle in a goddesses hand. I couldn't.
"I can't." I said.
"I know." He said. "I can't either."
"Thank you for understanding." I said, knowing that I had to find him soon or I would die, luckily it was approaching the last month of highschool, and I would turn eighteen a week after I was free of that hell. "You won't have to wait long." I said. "I'm coming to you soon, where can I find you?"
"Westchester." He said. "New York. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'll be there soon." I told him. "Wait for me."
"I will." He said. We wiled the rest of the night talking, about my day, about his, everything, some things that we'd never spoken about before. Life, everything else, it just wasn't the same, being together in dreams now as it had been before, it was somehow less wonderful. I had to get out of this place as soon as possible.
That was a month and a half ago. A week ago was my graduation, college awaits me. I was going to New York anyways, to be an actress, on Broadway, I'd gotten solicitations from agents during my highschool 'career' as an actress. I have to go to college first though, NYU, which isn't more than a stones throw away from the XIGY, where he awaits me. Or at least I hope that he does.
I had to register at NYU first, I hated that I had to do that. It was so annoying, but it was what had to happen, registering for A's came early in the morning, and I was an A. Syren Alyndar. It was annoying, and as I stood in the line, I waited, endlessly it seemed, to reach the front of the line, and then to finish the registering.
Then the woman in front of me gave me a key to my dorm. "Excuse me." I said, trying to catch her attention. "I'm not going to be staying in a dorm."
"You have to honey." She said. "University rules, sorry."
"What?" I asked. "I'm staying with my boyfriend." I said, sure it was true though I'd never seen him in real life at all.
"You know honey," She paused to hand out another key to someone. "It's really not safe to have premarital sex."
"We haven't had sex." I said. "I'm just staying with him for a while to get reacquainted, we've not seen each other in a while."
"Long distance thing eh?" She asked. "I had that for a while, and, hell, did it not work out. He cheated on me before I'd been gone for a week."
"It's not like that with us." I said.
"Fine." She said. "But you still have to live in a dorm. You don't actually have to live there, you know, just use it as a place to stick stuff or whatever. It'll work out, besides, it's only for a year."
"OK." I said, dejectedly. "Am I done here?"
"Yep." she said. "Just walk through that door and you'll be home free."
"Thanks." I said.
"Welcome." She said.
"Do you know where the Xavier Institute is by any chance?" I asked her.
"Oh sure." She said. "Leave New York, and it's about a mile drive west, you can't miss it." (I know, I know, this isn't so, but go with it here, you'll be fine. If it nags at you, just ignore it.)
"Thanks." I said.
"Welcome Honey." She said, smiling as she moved on to other people.
Inside I was racing, my heart moving about as fast as a freight train on the loose. A mile would take less than five minutes if I was lucky. I could see him as soon as today. I smiled, and twirled around, restraining my urge to sing my heart out until I got into my car, convertible top down, and I started belting out the happiest song I knew.
"Thank God." I said, finally stopping at the institute gates. The intercom buzzed momentarily, then I heard a voice over the line. It was his voice. I fainted.
Review, I love reviewers like brothers (well, kind of, more than my brother, but I think you get it).
Yes, I hope you like this one, and REVIEW, because I like it when I know what people think of it. Even if you think that it sucks, or whatever… Blessed be
Chapter one. Syren's perspective.
There was the one matter of where the damn place was. That was all I really had to worry about, I was eighteen now, free and clear.
It wasn't that I didn't love them, well, yes it is, but the point wasn't that, the point was that through my whole life I'd felt lost.
Sure I'd liked Sara and Max well enough, but they hadn't ever been my real parents. I had even felt like that when I hadn't know it. They'd always just been people who could give me what I want, which I know is terrible, but it's the way it had been. I'd felt something like affection, the feeling which happens when someone raises you, but nothing more.
Nothing real, nothing substantial, which is why I'd spent almost all of my teenage years wishing for someone to really love. Well, I'd had one person to love, not a person so much as a dream, an illusion, a fantasy.
He was tall, not so tall, actually, but he had a voice like no other person could, a scent that was amazing. His hair was brown, his face was just unbelievable, indescribable. I don't know how I can't describe it better, as it's sitting in front of my eyes, but I have never been able to.
Anyway, I suppose that I had another thing to love as well, but it wasn't a person. I had my singing, just that same feeling as with the boy, less intense, but the same, it was an intense feeling, whenever I could sing, I would, which made my life almost like a bizarre musical. It was still nice, just that feeling. I had been the pride of my elementary school choir, my middle school choir and my high school choir, I'd made the state choir and I'd been a lead in every musical the school had done, and some out of school.
I'd tried the social life thing, but it hadn't really worked, sure, there'd been some people who I'd liked a lot, some I'd even pursued, some I'd gone out with and some I'd feigned love with. That one was Luke, we'd kissed, my first kiss, which I'd wanted to have fire works and amazing sparks, and all of that, but it hadn't happened. I lived, but that night in my dreams I'd cried to the boy, and he'd understood and told me to wait for him, just wait for him, he'd come to me one day.
So I'd given up, I had good girl friends, good guy friends, but no romantic interests at all, but for the boy. I'd never asked his name, it didn't really matter, we knew the souls, why should the names matter? I would always go to sleep intending to ask him, but I never would.
When I was seventeen, a senior in highschool, the school did the play "Les Miserables" I had been Eponine, the angsty daughter of the rich parents who didn't get her man. My favorite number, and my last one alone, 'On my own.' made me so emotional, it was so amazingly deep and touching. I'd been thinking of him the whole time. My longing wasn't for Marius, it was for my unnamed love.
By this time I'd known for quite some time that I was in love with him, but it wasn't so easy to accept it. But he was all I'd seen in my mind during the teary crying number through the streets of the town, and when I'd closed my eyes, it had seemed as if he was there, with me, in my arms, in my heart, and immediately I'd gotten aroused.
Up until that night I'd tried to keep that aspect of myself out of our relationship, he was growing just as I had been, older, more handsome, more buff, more arousing.
I realized that night that I didn't have to be afraid of him, and that I should go for what I wanted.
I'd almost fainted that night, after the three curtain calls and the five minute standing ovation, the crowd had called me forward three times, more than the boy who played Marius' two and the girl who played Cosset's one. I felt amazing, tired, but amazing, I wanted to keep it in my mind forever, but I wanted to go to sleep more. To share the triumph, the feeling with him, the amazing, almost orgasmic feeling, now I wanted the real thing.
I brushed my teeth, then washed my face, carefully applying a layer of lotion and then a layer of lipstick, silver, which made me look paler and somehow more shiny, I loved how I looked in it. I curled the ends of my hair and tied it back at the nape of my neck. I took out my earrings and peeled off my clothes. Then I reached for my pyjamas and hesitated, instead reaching for my other drawer, my lingerie drawer, pulling out the soft, light beige silk teddy. I held it up to me in front of my mirror, spun around and decided to put it on. I hadn't ever really seen myself in any of my dreams with him. I didn't know if I would be wearing what I was wearing in the real world, but I did know that he and I were going to make love that night.
I went to sleep, which I had never had troubles with, and found myself in a bedroom. Either someone in the world who created my dreams, and his, for I was sure he existed in reality as well, had read my mind before I had come. He was there as well, in fact, now that I think back, I don't think he had ever not been there when I'd fallen to sleep, and looking at me as if I were his salvation, I must have looked the same, because I felt the same.
He walked towards me as if possessed with love, lust and just pure passion, as I knew I was. "Oh." I said, tilting my head back, opening my mouth, it felt as if he was ravishing me with his eyes. Then he was actually touching me, and it was so much better. I moved my head back to him, "Please." I said, before I moved my face to
his, and kissed him. It took my breath away, caused tingles to run up and down and back up my spine, I could hardly breathe, I fell, fainting away from him onto the floor, then the bed. I felt like I was in heaven. The bed felt like feathers, the pillows felt like clouds, and I just floated on the sensations, buckling under the pressure until I exploded, orgasming, it was amazing, and he hadn't even really touched me yet. I opened my eyes again, looking at him, ecstasy written over his face like a spell. I watched him watching me writhing in the ecstasy of this amazing feeling.
Then I realized that I couldn't do it. I couldn't let my first time, my first real sensations like this with him be deadened by the lull of sleep, the rock of the cradle in a goddesses hand. I couldn't.
"I can't." I said.
"I know." He said. "I can't either."
"Thank you for understanding." I said, knowing that I had to find him soon or I would die, luckily it was approaching the last month of highschool, and I would turn eighteen a week after I was free of that hell. "You won't have to wait long." I said. "I'm coming to you soon, where can I find you?"
"Westchester." He said. "New York. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'll be there soon." I told him. "Wait for me."
"I will." He said. We wiled the rest of the night talking, about my day, about his, everything, some things that we'd never spoken about before. Life, everything else, it just wasn't the same, being together in dreams now as it had been before, it was somehow less wonderful. I had to get out of this place as soon as possible.
That was a month and a half ago. A week ago was my graduation, college awaits me. I was going to New York anyways, to be an actress, on Broadway, I'd gotten solicitations from agents during my highschool 'career' as an actress. I have to go to college first though, NYU, which isn't more than a stones throw away from the XIGY, where he awaits me. Or at least I hope that he does.
I had to register at NYU first, I hated that I had to do that. It was so annoying, but it was what had to happen, registering for A's came early in the morning, and I was an A. Syren Alyndar. It was annoying, and as I stood in the line, I waited, endlessly it seemed, to reach the front of the line, and then to finish the registering.
Then the woman in front of me gave me a key to my dorm. "Excuse me." I said, trying to catch her attention. "I'm not going to be staying in a dorm."
"You have to honey." She said. "University rules, sorry."
"What?" I asked. "I'm staying with my boyfriend." I said, sure it was true though I'd never seen him in real life at all.
"You know honey," She paused to hand out another key to someone. "It's really not safe to have premarital sex."
"We haven't had sex." I said. "I'm just staying with him for a while to get reacquainted, we've not seen each other in a while."
"Long distance thing eh?" She asked. "I had that for a while, and, hell, did it not work out. He cheated on me before I'd been gone for a week."
"It's not like that with us." I said.
"Fine." She said. "But you still have to live in a dorm. You don't actually have to live there, you know, just use it as a place to stick stuff or whatever. It'll work out, besides, it's only for a year."
"OK." I said, dejectedly. "Am I done here?"
"Yep." she said. "Just walk through that door and you'll be home free."
"Thanks." I said.
"Welcome." She said.
"Do you know where the Xavier Institute is by any chance?" I asked her.
"Oh sure." She said. "Leave New York, and it's about a mile drive west, you can't miss it." (I know, I know, this isn't so, but go with it here, you'll be fine. If it nags at you, just ignore it.)
"Thanks." I said.
"Welcome Honey." She said, smiling as she moved on to other people.
Inside I was racing, my heart moving about as fast as a freight train on the loose. A mile would take less than five minutes if I was lucky. I could see him as soon as today. I smiled, and twirled around, restraining my urge to sing my heart out until I got into my car, convertible top down, and I started belting out the happiest song I knew.
"Thank God." I said, finally stopping at the institute gates. The intercom buzzed momentarily, then I heard a voice over the line. It was his voice. I fainted.
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