Numb
Summary: Some people are deaf, some people are blind, but I, I was numb. I could touch the softest silk and not feel a thing. A spider could crawl down my arm, and I would never know. Physically I couldn't feel, and that effected me emotionally...until I met Him
The sign in the front read, "Federal State Prison."
I pulled out of his grasp, and lifted an eyebrow at him, "You were in jail?" I asked, anger re-building in my voice.
He gave me an annoyed look, "No. Now come on, Ise wantcha ta meet someone."
Slowly, I followed his retreating form, and before I knew it we were inside. I moved closer to Spot. I wasn't taking any chances in a place full of murderers. Even though I could guarantee myself a painless death.
Walking next to each other, we followed a guard back to a room. Spot was a gentleman, and pulled out a chair for me to sit. This surprised me, and I knew he was smirking at my surprise. Sitting, we waited only another moment, not long enough to even exchange a full sentence, and in was ushered a man. He looked to be only a couple years older then me and Spot. His hair was a bright blonde, and his eyes were the same electrifying blue as Spots'.
Spot stood up, and smiled. SMILED! The guy smiled back, but he had a questionong look on his face as he spoke, "Hey, Romeo, didn't have enough of me before?"
Face heating up, Spot replied, "Shuddup, Demetrius. Look, this here is my friend Cora. She was upset 'cause I forgot about her and wanted a good reason for me being absent."
Standing, I held my hand out. 'Demetrius' shook it. "Hallo!" He said, smiling brightly, "I'm Demetrius Conlon."
"Cora Sullivan." I said.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Youse related ta Jack Kelly?"
"His sister."
Demetrius laughed, "Nevah hoid of Jack havin' a sistah!" He smiled a friendly smile, and I smiled back, inspite of myself. "So, you taken with Romeo?"
"Romeo?" I asked.
"Quit callin' me dat." Spot said, face still bright red.
"We call him Romeo because he use to have this romantic thing going on with this uppah class goil named Juliet. So, we took it from dat writer guy, and we've called him Romeo evah since." Demetrius explained, not even batting an eyelash at the angered look on Spot's face.
"Ahh." I said, nodding my head, "I get it. Though I've never read the play. "
"Well, they got a library here, and I got a lot of time. Though, it is a goily book. I mean, what guy dies for a girl?" He smirked and winked, "And what girl dies for a guy?"
Laughing, I sat down and the boys followed suit. We had an eventful hour, talking and laughing. I hadn't ever pictured Spot with a big brother. More of a big brother type. But, maybe he had to be that way since his brother obviously couldn't be there for him.
An hour later, Spot and I were out of the State Prison, and walking along the soakin' sidewalks. A drenched Twiddle cuddled in my arms.
"So, whatcha think?" Spot asked, looking straight ahead.
Glancing over, I smiled a little, "Demetrius was a cool guy." Then, hesitantly, I asked, "What'd he do?"
"Killed the leader of Queens. It was self defense, but the damned Judge wouldn't listen ta reason."
I nodded, sad that that had to happen to a nice guy like Demetrius. "So..." I said, blinking out the rain drops that fell on my eyelashes.
"So..." Spot said, "Recite the alphabet."
"Do I have to?" I asked, heaving a large sigh.
Spot cast me an annoyed look, "Yes. Ise didn't get the lessons in ta day, so you're going to recite the alphabet."
"Fine." I grumbled, "A,B,C,D..."
We were a block from the lodging house when he stopped me. "What?" I asked, somewhat irritated at having to recite the alphabet eleven times.
Pulling me with him, he dodged into a nearby alley. "Shh!" He said as I was about to protest.
Whispering fiercly, I asked, "What the hell?"
Biting his lip in an un-Spot-like way, he nodded his head, "Alright. Ise got a stalker. Her name's Mackenzie, and she won't leave me alone. So...can you just play along?" He asked.
"Spot?" A high pitched voice asked, "Oh, Spotty? Are you there?"
Spot gave me a pleading look, and I sighed, "Fine, but, Conlon, you owe me." I gave him a disapproving look while shaking my finger at him.
He nodded, then slipped an arm around my waist.
There it was again. Why was I responding so strongly to this boy? How was he able to make me feel? Make butterflies in my stomach, no matter how much I pushed the away and ignored them. I seemed to yearn for the touch, the electric shock. The moment when I could feel, the moment all five senses worked and it overwhelmed me to the point that I would get totally high off of being near this person.
Slipping my arm around his own waist, I felt him relax. He smiled down at me reassuringly, though I was sure it was for his own sake, and that's when the girl caught sight of us.
"Spotty?" She asked, and I couldn't blame him in the least, though I felt pity for the girl. Her hair was short like a guys, and her eyes were a pale brown, almost yellow.
Another annoyed look passed over his face, "Whattya want Mackenzie?"
"Who's this?" She asked, and I tilted my head slightly. I wondered how it would feel to be heart broken. I had a friend once, and the boy she liked had dumped her and she had cried and cried. I had comforted her, but I couldn't relate. I tended not to let boys get so close.
I looked over at Spot, wondering what had changed as he squeezed my waist, and I felt it. "Dis is Cora. Cora, dis is Mackenzie."
"Hi." I said, friendly. Mackenzie just stared.
"I thought you and I were..." She trailed off. I glanced at Spot.
"Spot?" I asked, "You didn't tell me you had a girl friend." I said.
Spot looked at Mackenzie, and I felt like the worse person in the world, "I don't. Mackenzie's just a friend."
Mackenzie nodded dejectedly and walked away. I waited till she was gone, and slowly pulled away from him. And as soon as I lost contact, I couldn't feel the raindrops anymore, or my hair touching my face. I was Numb again.
Spot sighed, and leaned against the wall, "I feel horrible." He said quietly, then stood straight, his face going into an icy steel mask.
I scooped up Twiddle, and followed behind him. I nearly bumped into him when he suddenly stopped.
"What now?" I asked, annoyance in my voice this time.
Turning around he looked down into my eyes. I stared up, my breath suddenly caught. Slowly, he took Twiddle from my arms, put the kitten gently on the ground, then leaned his face down, his lips meeting mine.
I could here bangs going off, and once again feel the rain against my cheeks. I could feel his lips, and his hands, which now were running through my hair. I could feel my arms circling his neck, my foot lift slightly so I could get closer to him.
In that moment, I could feel everything. The heat of his breath, and most of all the rain. The rain had always fascinated me, and I had wanted to feel it since I was little. To sing in it, to play in it, to dance in it. But, most of all, have my first kiss in it...
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