You were like. nectar.
"It was more of a dream," you claimed, "than a.. more than real life." You shrugged.
You were so thick, stupid, sloppy, just like nectar. You had no clue what was happening to you. You looked almost magical.
"I had a dream," she said, butting in. "It was BEAUTIFUL! You," she said, glancing at me, "and I were sitting, watching the sunset."
'What a flirt.' I really thought it, and I almost said it, too. But instead what I said was, "Kairi, um. Martin Luther had a dream, you know. he, uh.. dreamed of the end of."
"Save yourself the embarrassment," you said, laughing, "and shut up." You gave me a look, and that's when I knew.
Or thought I knew.
I couldn't see through you. You were like nectar. That night, we did our nightly ritual; we all watched the sun set. But SHE, the root of all my problems, had to butt in and sit close to you. I leaned casually on the tree, making sure she didn't get to close to my old buddy. I knew how you felt about her: "She's a sister, that's all!" you had promised your mother. I believed it. You never were the best liar.
Her mother called her in for dinner, and I was ecstatic. "So." I stuttered. I usually never had this much trouble spitting out words, but I did, and I had BIG trouble.
You, my golden nectar, my golden innocence, touched my had, and I felt the spot you touched tingle, as if hit by electricity. Then I realized you were shaking.
"Sora," I said, but before I could start what I wanted to say. You kissed me. Right out.
It was awkward, and I was shocked, so I gasped. And you pulled away, looking defeated and hurt. Then I reached up and pushed the long bangs out of your face.
"There," I said. "These were in the way."
I brushed my lips against yours and you pushed harder against mine.
You were like nectar.
You were as sweet.
Was that too fluffy? Too expected? PLEASE review, I expect I will be writing many more. I enjoy my slash. ~.^ I think I used "then" too much.
"It was more of a dream," you claimed, "than a.. more than real life." You shrugged.
You were so thick, stupid, sloppy, just like nectar. You had no clue what was happening to you. You looked almost magical.
"I had a dream," she said, butting in. "It was BEAUTIFUL! You," she said, glancing at me, "and I were sitting, watching the sunset."
'What a flirt.' I really thought it, and I almost said it, too. But instead what I said was, "Kairi, um. Martin Luther had a dream, you know. he, uh.. dreamed of the end of."
"Save yourself the embarrassment," you said, laughing, "and shut up." You gave me a look, and that's when I knew.
Or thought I knew.
I couldn't see through you. You were like nectar. That night, we did our nightly ritual; we all watched the sun set. But SHE, the root of all my problems, had to butt in and sit close to you. I leaned casually on the tree, making sure she didn't get to close to my old buddy. I knew how you felt about her: "She's a sister, that's all!" you had promised your mother. I believed it. You never were the best liar.
Her mother called her in for dinner, and I was ecstatic. "So." I stuttered. I usually never had this much trouble spitting out words, but I did, and I had BIG trouble.
You, my golden nectar, my golden innocence, touched my had, and I felt the spot you touched tingle, as if hit by electricity. Then I realized you were shaking.
"Sora," I said, but before I could start what I wanted to say. You kissed me. Right out.
It was awkward, and I was shocked, so I gasped. And you pulled away, looking defeated and hurt. Then I reached up and pushed the long bangs out of your face.
"There," I said. "These were in the way."
I brushed my lips against yours and you pushed harder against mine.
You were like nectar.
You were as sweet.
Was that too fluffy? Too expected? PLEASE review, I expect I will be writing many more. I enjoy my slash. ~.^ I think I used "then" too much.
