DISCLAIMER: I no own. Chu no sue, pwease? poison innocence owns teh plotline. I own...juss teh writing XP A/N: poison innocence deserves teh credit for teh wonderful plotline, tank chu soo much :3 anyways, writing another GxD storeh...i'll update teh rest lata...XP
Her ivory hands shake while she's clutching her chest in agony at the metaphorical heartbreak she feels. Grey tears, stained with her black eyeliner stain her morbidly pale skin as she curls up in a tight ball, her small fragile body shaking and tries to forget about him. Her pillow becomes easily wet as her salty tears seem to increase, instead of decreasing. With shaking limbs, she quickly gets up, quietly avoiding everyone in the house, while subtly taking the car keys, the silver slightly glinting in the dim light of the hallway light, before quickly slipping out the door, leaving nothing but small drops of moisture from the tears.
The dark blue Ford Explorer came to life, with her settling in the seat, the leather sticking to her bare, sweaty thighs as she settled into a bearable position, impatiently brushing her dyed hair from her watery eyes. A deep breath was taken before she hastily reversed out of the driveway and made her way to a comforting and familiar destination. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity to her, she finally reaches his house, and with nervous fingers, she quickly gets out of her car, while trying not to trip over her own bare feet, with tears blinding her vision. The cement of the driveway at her best friend's house digs into her feet, while she hurries to the door of his house, quietly knocking on the door, hoping for him to answer at this late hour.
The mahogany door opens within a heartbeat of her knocking on it, with a yawning teenage boy's silhouette showing from his hall light, illuminating her ruined makeup. She quickly rushes past him, instantly knowing he'll follow, and making her way to his room, with her bare feet sticking to the wood on the steps of the staircase. Her shaky breaths blended with the rest of the sleeping occupants of the house, and she turns his doorknob, before laying on his bed and putting her face in the pillow, with watery sobs staining it's dark surface.
He quietly walks into his room, the frigid wood cooling his warm feet, looking at her fragile body shivering from the sobs and broken heart he knew she was suffering from. He lightly lays next to her, reveling in putting his arm around her trembling waist, running his hand through her soft teal hair. His hand reaches for his now-ruined pillow and gently pulls it from her grasp, making her turn to him with a light frown on her face, that was shown from the light moonlight of their waning moon. He nearly freezes at the look of grief on her beautiful face, and quickly repositions his hands, to make it more comfortable for the both of them.
"H-H-He," was all she managed to choke out before she buries her face into his chest, staining the white undershirt he wore, smearing charcoal eyeliner, midnight lipstick, and ivory foundation on it.
"I know," he whispers soothingly, while lightly rubbing her back with sobs and hiccups disturbing her body from time to time.
Her hysterical cries began to lessen around midnight, with a few hidden tears hidden from him along the way. She's breathing softly now, and he thinks that she's asleep now before he quickly kisses her on the lips, and mentally promises to kill Trent for hurting her like this. He suddenly realizes there's a reaction from her lips, and her hand are tightly intertwined in his hair before she hastily breaks away from him. A small smile is on her lips before she brings their lips together again. She suddenly breaks away from his embrace and her fingertips are impatiently touching the bottom of his shirt. He gets the hint, and takes off his shirt, revealing a muscular frame underneath.
"Is it okay if I stay the night?" she whispers softly, with a serious look on her face.
"Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to take your mind off of him?" he says in the exact volume her voice had used, with concern shining in his beryl eyes.
"Yes, just please go slowly. We've all been here before, Duncan," her voice is light and she hides her face in his bare chest.
"Have you…?" the implications of his quiet question were obvious as he tilted her head back up.
"Of course. T-Tr-re," she manages to choke out before she looks down and hides her face in his chest again.
"Sunshine, not yet, okay? We both know you're not ready? For now…" he trails off that sentence and looks in the other direction, barely disguising the rare blush on his features.
She looks at him curiously, her stubbornness making her not ask him.
"Do you wanna be a couple?" he asks softly, wondering why he couldn't just blatantly demand it like he usually does.
Her face stretches into a small smile that lights up her features, "Finally, stud. I thought you were choking for a sec," she says in a sarcastic manner.
"So…?" he looks down at her with concern shining in his eyes."Yes, juvie. I'll be your girlfriend," she said in a slow, exaggerated manner with a smirk on her face.
Relief shines in his features and he looks down at her, holding her even more tightly. "I know it's hard with him moving, but I'm gonna be better than him, okay?" he states in a firm manner.
A nod and a light yawn was all he got before he saw her go to sleep, with the dried tears and ruined makeup lingering on her face. He smiled at her, before realizing he just gave up fucking one of the most beautiful girls he knows, and he groans before he follows her example and falls asleep with a protective arm around her waist.
