Chapter 2
Lexi's POV
I'm sitting next to Luka. This thought bounces through my mind as, suddenly, gently, she takes my hand. I let out a small gasp. I mean, how often do you get to hold a Vocaloid's hand?
"What's wrong?" she says, a hint of panic in her voice. "Did I do something?"
I turn towards her, smile, then reply, "No, this is perfect. This is the greatest day of my life. I just... Haven't been this happy in a very long time." I close my eyes and sigh.
Opening them the slightest bit when I hear a rustle of clothes, I see that now, she is so close to me I can smell a sweet, floral scent wafting from her body. She rests her head on my shoulder, and for once, I don't care what anyone thinks.
Luka's POV
Is this even possible? Can I really feel this unbearably in love? Lexi is so sweet, so beautiful, so innocent; I never want to leave her side. But eventually I'll have to.
For the fifth time in a minute, she pulls out her phone, checks a message, sighs, and shoves it back into her pocket.
"What's all that about?" I ask. "Is there... someone already there for you?" I didn't even try to hide my heartbreak.
"No." She answers, "No one seems to want me anymore. You're the first girl or guy who's liked me in a while"
"Then what is it?"
"People..." She hesitates, then continues. "People say things about me and to me. I can hardly stand it."
I hold out my hand and she hands me the phone. With a few taps of the screen, I delete the messages and block the numbers harassing her. I can't help seeing the things they say. Calling her a whore, fag, dyke, putting down her looks, even her family. I feel so sorry for her. I wish I could help.
"I want to show you something," Lexi says, a smile on those perfect lips. She takes my hand, and I savor the warmth of her touch.
"Where are we going?"
"Its a surprise!"
We walk for the longest time, but I stop caring about my aching feet. I'm with perfection itself. In the distance, I see the ocean. She leads us to a rickety boat dock where we sit down, feet dangling off the edge.
Lexi's POV
I trust her, truly, I do. She's my only friend, yet somehow we're also lovers. I took her to the dock, my dock. I always come here, since my father honestly doesn't care where I go or what I do.
We sat looking into the sunset, hand in hand, so close we're practically one person. I turn and look into her eyes, searching for the truth: does she really love me?
Suddenly, her lips are on mine, soft sweet, delicious. I don't have time to think; I just let her continue. My lips part ever so slightly, and she takes the invitation to explore. My hands wander through her hair, on her neck, her shoulders, her back. After what seemed like a century, but not near long enough, she pulls away.
"Now its my turn to show you something," she whispers.