When I first started writing this I imagined 2D sucking a Tootsie Pop…I'm not really sure why…but it's kind hot, no? So the document is called lollypop, though of course that's not what the chapter is called, ahahah
Prisoner Of Love
It was amazing how much time had passed since that day- the day 2D almost kissed me. Almost being the key word and it bothered me that since then I felt like I had been ignored. I knew he was scared but I wanted to show him that he didn't have to be, that everything was going to be all right…
He just would not give me the time of day and it broke my heart.
I sat in front of my computer screen, bored out of my mind. It was half past one in the morning and I was wide awake. Some strange teeny-bopper monster movie plagued my television set and rock music softly played from my speakers. Closing my eyes I started dancing in my seat for a moment before I stopped and sighed. Getting up I looked out of my window, down towards the ground below. A young red-headed zombie girl stared up at me blankly for a moment before she turned away. She looked like she was having more fun then me now…even though she was dead.
Giving up the idea that I would find anything to do in my bedroom, I opened the door and gasped at the sight of a person before me. 2D stared at me wide-eyed, a lollypop hanging out of his mouth.
"Hello." I greeted slowly, my heart racing within my chest. I could feel the blood rise to my cheeks, staining them.
"Uh, 'ey there love." His voice held that quirky tone that I cherished but I am sure it was accidental.
I frowned at him and his brow furrowed at my look.
"Wot is it?" He asked and his tone sharp. I bit my lower lip and clasped my hands together behind my back as I leaned up against the frame of my door.
"Why have you not been speaking with me?" I asked honestly. I could no longer take this attitude, to know that he was so close and yet refused me in every way possible. Ever since he apologized…did he honestly believe that I didn't want him? Did he think I didn't know he wanted me too?
He shook his head, "I've talk wit ya loads of times." He argued talking with that ridiculous lolly hanging from his mouth, my eyes watched it carefully as it moved up and down as he spoke. "So I dun know wot the bloody 'ell you're talkin' 'bout…" He drifted off, his gaze away from mine and it was obvious he was lying.
"Would you stop it all ready?" I asked beneath my breath in a huff. He looked down at me, his eyebrows cross and confused. I had lost him somewhere. "Why will you not tell me the truth?" I looked up at him now and I could tell from the sudden change in his features that my face must have looked intense or a mess or both, I did not know for sure.
"Because there ain't nofing to tell." He told me exasperated, but it was getting so hard to concentrate with that damn candy bouncing between his lips. For a moment my mind wandered, my mind flashed and showed me an image of running my tongue in the stead of that damn lollypop. Finally losing my patience I grabbed it from his mouth and placed it in my own. His eyes were wide at my action but I did not care. For a moment I sucked at the chocolate thing before I bit down and shattered the hard candy around it, finishing it quickly I threw the stick towards the floor.
"Wot on earf did ya do that fer?" 2D asked me bewildered. I shook my head, refusing to change the subject.
"That does not matter! We are not talking about the stupid lollypop Stuart!" I shouted, even going as far as using his actual name. Finally, like some light went off in his head he clued into my seriousness, the fact that this meant something to me.
"Noodle, it's just…" He started but I knew it was just going to be another excuse, another reason to apologize and run away. Whatever he was feeling it was obvious he was ashamed of it and I understood that. I was young and he was not. We were both in a band with a dictating leader who cared deeply about getting things done and getting our music to the people…drama within the band was not supposed to happen.
Covering my face with my hands and took a sharp breath in but I could hear how shaky it sounded as it came. He grew silent as if he were waiting to see what I had to say.
"I…do not want you to be…ashamed of me." I tried to tell him quickly, focusing my eyes on the floor, staring at the sneakers he had not taken off despite the late hour.
"Wot?" He briskly asked me in return, he forced my chin up with his slender hand and made me look into the voids he claimed as eyes. "Me, 'shamed of you? Love, shouldn't it be the other way 'round?" He dropped his hand towards his side and looked up towards the ceiling, as if he were studying the cracks. "I'm no good at anyfing. I ain't smart and I get bloody 'eadaches all the bloody time. I'm constantly on medication, I sleep around with random birds who don't mean nofing to me…I'm an 'orrible person…" I placed my hand to his mouth. My fingers lingered on his lips for a moment before I lightly let them fall to his chin then down to his chest. I felt that had I not reached up to silence him he would have continued the list of his worst traits possible.
I had to set him straight.
"You are a brilliant vocalist and you are shy and concerned with other people's feelings. You care what Murdoc has to say and think even if he yells at you for it. You let people hit you and beat you and take enjoyment in it because you think if there are having fun, even if it is at your expense, it is better they be happy…and you refused to admit your feelings for me…because you thought you were not good enough." My arms moved from their set positions to wrap around his lean body and take him in my embrace. I could feel his body tense in my touch.
"Aren't ya… 'fraid I'll 'urt ya?" He asked with staggered breath, his entire body motionless as I pressed myself into him, hoping to let my heart warm into his, to let him be a prisoner to it, to feel the love that I was so willing to share.
"No." I answered honestly. I did not fear that he would cheat on me, or hurt me, or leave me, or anything of the sort. He was not like that…I knew he was not that type of person or I do not think our bond would have been as close as it was, or as it would be.
Finally, after what felt like hours of time dripped upon time he moved his body into my embrace, moving his arms he wrapped them loosely around my back and head. I laughed at his awkward gesture and I heard him laugh in return, a sound I whole-heartedly missed.
Suddenly I felt his arm around my back move to my face and gently forced me to look at him. I would have done so willing besides. His other hand supported my head and suddenly he lowered himself, his lips coming to mine.
The look in his deep, black voids was breath-taking and scary. My heart ran faster as I leaned up and he leaned down, closer and closer our lips came towards the other...
We could not pull away now; there was no way we could resist…
And then finally our lips met, touching softly at first I could feel his hesitancy and I too felt a bit afraid despite the fact that this was something I had wanted for a long, long time. Pulling back for only a moment I swallowed my fear and leaned in again, pressing in harder, and trying to let my feelings enlighten him with this kiss. Though as we continued I felt I was an amateur at the art and I could feel how 2D's years of experience piled upon me… but it only took another moment to wash that doubt away because he had not pulled away yet and I could feel my excitement reflect back from him.
As our lips parted and we caught our breath, I nervously giggled and he warmly smiled at me…and everything felt right…
Slowly I grabbed his hand and pulled him in towards my bedroom and he went with me without a word…
And I shut the door behind us.
