"No, that's me." She says sweetly, partially succeeding in cheering me up. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Her hand is on my shoulder and shes smiling reassuringly, and I'm almost convinced. That if I explain it to her, just how justified his apathy towards me is, she wont agree. Almost.
If anything, her understanding is the biggest reason not to. Its too good to risk loosing, shes too good to lose. I shake my head no and angle it back towards the keys. Her hand slips from my shoulder and I snap my eyes up to her, dreading the loss of contact. I catch sight her thoughtful frown before she puts on a smile. "If you ever do..."
"I'll come straight to you." I finish, and she smiles for real. She kisses me softly, for the first time today, and I'm reaffirmed in my decision. Just too good. Her hand lingers on my cheek after, and I fight the urge to turn my face into it. Instead I hold her eyes and try to memorize each fleck of gold mixed into her soft brown irises, and I'm overcome with affection. The feeling is overwhelming and familiar, like everything with her is.
"I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name." Her eyes squint in the sweetest of ways. "What?" She asks softly, bemused. I shake my head and turn back to the keys. "Its from a movie." I answer dismissively, and start to play again. "There's this tree... She holds the boy close, tells him she loves him. And even though he'll die, she'll always remember him." I feel her looking at me, no doubt at the blush I feel heating up my cheeks. "There is no immortality but a tree's love." I recall wistfully. She presses her hand to a burning cheek, and I already feel so vulnerable right now. I give in. I bury my nose into her palm.
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"We have to go. Lunch is almost over." I so don't care. "I don't care. I haven't gotten you alone in days." She pulls back and gives me that motherly look that means she's about to scold me. "Jade, we hung out like two days ago." I shoot a look back. "And your sister was there the whole time." She gives me a shy smile and blushes a little. "Didn't stop you..." She mutters.
"That was me being good." I lead. She bites her lip and her eyes narrow on me, taking the bait. "So whats you being bad?"
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We stumble into the caf hand in hand. I'm still giddy but Toris mood has simmered with the amount of visible marks I've left on her. I tug her close and whisper "You asked for it." We sit down at our table and she glares at me. Oh well, they look good on her.
"Where have you two been?" Beck asks, and I roll my eyes. Toris actual mom trusts me more than this dude. I give a pointed look to Toris marred skin. "Guess." She blushes and pulls her collar up to cover herself. "Jade, stop..." She halfheartedly chastises through her embarrassment. I shrug and happily go about seeing what Harris has left me.
This isn't the first time we've been late for lunch, and I get cranky when I don't eat. So when it seems like I'll miss the lunch line he saves me something to keep me at bay. This time its a whole burger. I stage gasp and take a huge bite. My eyes roll back comically and I groan. "What did I do to deserve this?" I ask. He looks down at the table and I see the sheet music for the composition I helped him with for our Score Writing class, with a big A in the corner. "Guess."
I laugh and place an arm over him. "Oh yeah, you're totally my bitch forever." I quote, and I hear a shriek from across the table. Cats covering her ears and her face is all scrunched up. "Jade, language!" Tori scolds. I release Harris and my jolly demeanor falls. "Oh, sorry." I put my hand on the table in front of Cat to get her attention and she uncovers an ear. "I'm sorry, Cat."
She smiles widely and squeals "I forgive you!" What the? I will never understand that girl. One minute she's got me feeling all guilty for using a word, and the next shes fine. I look at her bewildered, and turn to Tori to see if she shares in my confusion. Instead shes stifling a laugh. Now its my turn to glare.
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We spend the weekends making up for lost time, taking turns spending the night at each others houses. I don't think I've ever been happier. They days at my house are romantic. The first day I try to teach her piano, and she insists on sitting in my lap. My hands cover her own and I brush my lips against her ear while I murmur instructions. She did try to learn at first, but lately I just play with her lounging in my lap, forehead pressed to my neck while she hums along, sometimes sings. On livelier days she'll even dance for me. The nights have us huddled close on my bed, wound in each others arms, talking about things I used to keep to myself. Everything's just so easy with her. I tell her things about me I thought no one would care about, and she treats every one like a precious secret.
Days at her house are much more jovial. Her family keeps us from getting too wrapped up in each other, but they do keep us entertained. One minute were watching TV and the next were helping Trina make props for some bizarre play. At night I'm snuck inside through her window. The rebelliousness of the act always gets her worked up, and we spend hours rolling around her bed, lip locked. We never go further than that, and even though it usually takes me a minute to calm down after, falling asleep with her is worth anything.
Going to bed alone is nearly impossible now. My bed isn't warm without her next to me, and gripping my pillow doesn't have the same calming affect her soft sentient form provides. I need to hold her hand, rest my head on her shoulder, just talk. Cause Tori listens to me. Her responses are inquisitive and specific it just feels so...good. Her body under me, around me, fingers in my hair. I can be surrounded by her, I can be calm, I can be sweet. I keep her close, close like bumping noses, close. Enjoying the tingling feeling that accompanies these moments, like when her fingers trail under my shirt and up my back, then slowly down again. Tender enough to tickle, slow enough to keep me from squirming.
I don't think I've ever been happier.
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A/N Thoughts?