today was another day, and another love letter.
and the letter was yet another poem.
the letter gave a hint that whoever it was, shot down the blondes.
so it left luan, lynn, and luna. - luna wasn't really into who ever it was, it didn't matter. the secret admire was not lincoln. now it was time for them to give a token of their love. another day. another chance. luna. while lynn, and luan were prepared to do their thing luna had to figure out her own way of affection. she got an idea though, she got up off the floor and rushed to her room, she grab her favorite guitar pick and puncture a hole she grab a bead chain, and before you know it, she made a home made neckless. she sighed dreamily. and prepared for tomorrow for school.
nervousness. un-adulterated mind bending heavy as shit nervousness. that is what she felt whenever she sat near him. it was lunch time, and they had some kind of taco day shit...who gives a fuck...school food was shit, and her focus was on that handsome-dead-sexy brother. "...are you gonna eat that?"
lincoln pointed at her tacos. she blinked and shook her head. he reached for it. "may i?" she nodded. and he moved the trey forward and begin eating. she watched how he open his mouth. stuck his tongue out before sliding that taco into his mouth. ...i have a taco you could eat, big bro... "lori just tore clyde a new hole dude." said rusty. that pimple face redhead fuck face was still an ugly ginger. lincoln turned his head. "so she got fed up with his shit huh?" lincoln sighed and continued to eat. "i dunno, man. he's kinda stalkish" lincoln nodded at rusty. "ya know...i held myself back so many times from screaming at him, but knowing him he'll break down and cry like the little bitch. talk about abandonment issues."
Luna was pawing the token of love. and was thinking over when was the perfect thing to say...
roses are red, violets are blue, i give you my fave guitar pick, cause your one awesome dude...
something like that... lincoln placed a hand on her shoulder, she jumped abit. "is that the token your gonna give to that guy?" she stared at him like a doe in the headlights. she blinked and lean forward but stopped herself "uh! yeah, yeah. just...just gotta figure out how to tell it, dude." she said with a sigh and hid the neckless. "wow. that's you new guitar pick, and you made it into a neckless? wow. he must mean something to you." she sighed and rubbed her neck and smiled looking into his blue eyes. "oh, you have no idea dude." she had a dazed face and could only imagine what she would do in that moment.: she would leap upon that table, the spot light shone on her, as she wore an Elvis presely outfit, the diamond encrusted suit sparkled, her hair done up as a homage to the king of rock! she would grab that mic and point at him-and sing that obvious song:
A well I bless my soul
What's wrong with me?
I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug
I'm in love
I'm all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, yeah, yeah! ~
lincoln snapped his fingers. she blinked. "you alright? you kinda zoned out, giving me a goofy smile." she blushed and cleared her throat. "i'm fine!" she squeaked. lincoln cocked a brow. just as he open his mouth to question her further the bell rung like a bitch. he shot his head up and sighed. "well, i'll see you after school." he lean and kissed her cheek and grab his and her trey and walked off. she sat still and touch her cheek. she sighed and looked down at her home made neckless."i'll never have the balls to tell you, bro..." she teared up but wipe her eyes with a fist then got up and sulked into the masses of students going to class.
just when you think your day would end decently, you end up in a bad situation. sam caught her in a corner. just as she was going out side to wait for her brother. but there she was, suddenly pushed against the locker, and her neckless fell to which sam grab from the floor, she looked it over ansd sneered. "so this is for that cis straight fuck huh?" she rolled her eyes, in disgust. ...since when did she become a male hating asshole?
luna didn't know, but she tried to snatch it from her, only to receive a punch in the gut making the breath run out of her lungs and fall onto her knees tearing up in pain. "i can't believe you would choose some GUY over me, i could have made you happy, but instead you run for some dick!" luna looked up at her. she was starting to hate her sam sniffed and looked at the pick-neckless. "...coulda' been mine" *she raised her hand to throw it, but gasped as a firm hand grab her wrist, she turned to see the disapproval of lincoln. she dropped it, and the son of lynn sir pressed his foot on her ass and pushed her forward. she dripped and fell hard, with a thud. luna looked at her then at lincoln. she reached and grab her neckless and staggered up, lincoln helped her up sam was growling and sniffing and was in tears* "fuck you two ! fucking louds!"
and like the coward she was, ran off. lincoln shook his head.
"whats her porblem?"
luna rolled her shoulder. "thanks bruh." lincoln relaxed and sighed.
"common, let's go, i came with my car."
he took her hand and lead her out of the school. the whole time she blushed madly and hearts float from her head. ... and from her crotch. once inside he started up the car and pulled back and left the parking lot.
"so...you okay?" luna sighed and nodded.
"i'll be alright, thanks to you."
the drive was silent after that. she still felt like shit, dumping sam like that, now she created an enemy. and she was in no mood for this drama teen bullshit. her focus should be confessing her love to lincoln! lincoln reached and rubbed the back of her neck. her eyes fell and lean onto his touch.
"it'll be alright, luna."
he smiled at her as lean and kissed her cheek. she was melted butter after that. damn bro, why'd ya have to make me feel like this? she smiled and sighed and nodded. sam used to be her best friend, now it seem she lost that. life was funny that way, screwing you in every turn. and yet she knew if she said anything to her brother...she knew it would end badly...how can love be so fucking confusing?!
dinner, and a shower later she laid in her personal pad. the attic, her humble abode. her cave of solitude. the attic which was made to look cozy, with a bed, a drawer, a few bean bags, carpeting, and a neon lights, a shelf with books records, a record player, posters of her fave bands. and there she was, smoking a fat joint, while pawing the hand made neckless with her fave guitar pick. a love song played on the radio, some about love, some about a break up. all in all it was just another day of her suffering, of her worrying. ...what if they hit it off for awhile? what if they break up? what if their bond and relationship get tained over heart break and harsh words?
tainted love.
that's what it be. tainted due to a nasty fight, or worse...lincoln would stop talking to him. and then out of the blue would just tell her his dreadful thoughts. so much can happen in the future. and that was what she feared most...him getting tired of her, him hating her, ignoring her, forgetting her.
don't you forget about me played. that song hit deep. she sighed and sat up taking a long drag. her thoughts were a constant one-track mind of her brother. no one in the universe mattered more than him. but thats the thing...love was fragile...one day they love you forever and the next they go away leaving you broken, dead, a meaningless life. rock and roll was her life, but lincoln loud was her universe. and to loose one will crush her regardless of what it might be. she flicked the joint out the window, she held her pick in her hands. she teared up.
"why can't i just tell you man?"
she said to herself.
"why can't i just pour my heart and soul on ya?"
she stood up and looked at nothing. yet she imagine him standing there.
"...i love you, bro. i love you so fucking much...i'm a slave to love, i'm smitten by you, no guy can ever be as great as you, bro. i want to be your rock and roll, your T and A, I Want to put some sugar on you."
she bit her lip, her mascara smudged from her tears that rain down her cheeks. she choked a sob and wipe them with a shoulder.
"awh fuck my life! he's never gonna feel the same way about me!"
"Luna?"
she jumped and turned around, lincoln stood and stared at her. she open her mouth to speak but he walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders*
"luna, your stressing out."
he brush a thumb to wipe her smudged eye liner. she trembled. god, why you gotta be so sweet? i'll never be good enough for you, Big Bro!
"hey common...i know you love this guy but don't go thinking he won't like you." he gave her a warm smile that eased her aching heart. "he'll love you, cause your such an amazing woman, Luna. and if he doesn't, to hell with him! you got me anyway,"
hah.. i got you babe...yeah, bro, bu if you only knew...god if you only knew! her brother sat her down on the small bed and hugged her, rubbing her back. she eased and lean onto him. he felt so strong, so comforting. he continued to talk good things about her, but that seem to drift out of her ears as she was focus on him holding her. after awhile he moved back and looked her in the eye. "okay? you just go on being you, you can do this luna. i know you can." she stared at him and gave a light nod.
"sure bro. i got this, don't worry."
a moment's pause, she lean and kissed his cheek.
"thank you, lincoln."
he smiled and patted her back as he kissed her forehead.
"no problem, luna. anytime"
and with that, he felt her to her own thoughts. and though she was still in self doubt, the warmth and her body still felt his body. a certain tingle that made her soul shiver with delight. maybe tomorrow she'll confess, if not...maybe the next day...or...
someday will never comes...
(to be continued)
