OH MY GAWD. Its been like a week! I'm so sorry guys! ); Anyways, here is the next chapter.
*Disclaimer: I feel obligated to put this since of my absence, Maximum ride is in no way owned my me, except for the copies of the books on my dresser. (;
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It was beautiful, lovely, magical. Just a meadow with no horizon, and flowers with no end. Colors till dots like a painted picture, the day where the sun bounces off everything in sight, making the corners light. A blanket on the grass, plaid and red. The oxygen was fresher then the apples on the trees, and I sighed happily as I inhaled it. He said he used to come here when he was younger, with his mother. He said he knew this whole place inside and out, petal to petal. He said in the winter it was genuine, the only winter wonderland. He said he was happy to bring me here, I was happy to come.
After another deep exhale, I turned to him. I was sitting on the blanket, feeling as if everything was perfect. And he, he sat as I did, taking everything out of the brown laced basket one by one. I looked at him intensely, as he studied everything he removed. Dedicated, he placed it nicely around us on the blanket. His outline shined of white, as he sun behind him highlighted his silhouette.
There wasn't any noise but the wind's whisper against the branches. He looked so different today. He dressed not in black, but in a nice shirt, buttoned down and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His spikes fell un-gelled and soft against his face. Brushing his neck slightly, and streaking over his forehead. He was completely out of character, yet utterly right in place. Through all the difference, one thing never changed. The gold of his chinky kitten eyes that stared at me from his tanned skin. They seemed strong, yet concerned. He narrowed the space between his eyebrows, and broke the sweet silence.
"So whats wrong." He said straight out, not a question, a statement, typically like himself.
"Huh?" I said confused, dragging my orbs away from the scenery, and to his clear face. I looked at him innocently.
"You said something "major" happened, so I brought you here. Care to share?" He said, saying major in a supposed to be Nudge voice, making me giggle at his ego.
"It's, not important, I just needed something to get it off my mind." I said, looking away and setting my focus on nature. He was silent for a moment, breathing in my statement. He almost felt defeated.
Then I felt his soft fingers against the edge of my caramel chin, he turned my face to his still holding it. My breath flew out at the stare of his intense eyes, and the side of his mouth lifted,
"Nudge, you know you can tell me anything." He whispered, not letting go of my gaze. Right there, I felt obligated to tell him everything, the wings, the run, Iggy, my awkward infatuation of dead butterflies, everything. But I didn't I simply, caught my breath and stayed silence. He smirked and let go, taking a jab at a sandwich and plopping down on the grass. He relaxed one arm behind his head, while one held the sandwich.
"You do know, laying down while eating is hazardous." I uttered his way, smiling at his carelessness.
"Last time I checked you weren't my mother." He spat through crumbs, and I just rolled my eyes and looked away.
"I'm rolling my eyes." I said blankly.
"Uhm, yea, I noticed..." He trailed off, and I felt completely stupid, he wasn't Iggy, he wasn't blind, he wasn't...
I stayed silent and just pretended it never happened.
"Do you know, why we have spring and winter?" He asked, as if it were un-obvious.
"Well, last time I checked, it wasn't because earth has mood swings." I answered sarcastically, and he chuckled.
"No, not all scientifically, I mean the spiritual way." He said, looking at me from the corner of his eyes. An effect that had me at my knees, just by the look alone.
"You didn't come off as the spiritual type." I teased, popping another grape into my mouth.
"Persephone, was with her mom, and like the little rascal we all are inside, she strayed too far from the tree," He started. I had heard the story a million times, and almost every year in language arts, but hearing his voice croak it made me all the more interested. I listened intently.
"She wanted to, pick flowers I believe, and boy did she make a bad choice." He added, he cut the story short, "Turns out it was a trap, and she was sent to be Haiti's, you know underworld satin blah blah, wife." He said, and I laughed at his attitude toward it, at his lack of facts yet proud exterior.
"Where are we getting with this?" I muttered.
"Shh now young padawan, you're ruining the story." He uttered, waving his hand at me to shush me up. I laughed. He rose from his laying position to sit up, and face me as he continued. "Her mama was furious, and she was allowed to stay with her mom for six months out of the year." He said getting closer, and waving his hands with his words.
"Yea, six months of sunshine, six of cold." I said.
"Oh dear! You're not supposed to intrude on the story! You're ruin it!" He said sarcastically acting, and I rolled my eyes at him, and smiled. He let out a laugh and continued. "The six months she is with her mother she is her happiest, and the flowers boom. The six where she is with Haiti's are her saddest, where it is cold and no crops grow." He said, smiling proudly.
"Again, what was the point of that?" I asked half joking half oddly curious.
"You can't force love," He said, leaning closer to me, till we were face to face. Stealing my breath away like a trained thug, but something was different. The look he wore was not his usual. He showed no sign of joke, or being spontaneous. This was obviously well thought out, and it was obviously unexpected. His eyes wore no lust or longing, but passion and, what was that, love? I could feel the small release of my bottom lip as I stared at him, and he added. "..you can't ignore it either." He said, and before I could comically respond, his nectarous lips were embracing mine. It wasn't forced, it wasn't rough, or strong, or Kiyah. Instead it was smooth, and slow, and fitted.
His wet tongue glided against the bottom of my lip, asking for my permission, not just going and taking what it incontestably begged for. I opened my mouth slowly, and everything fell into place. My hands deeply tangled in his fluffy dark hair. His fingers gripping my neck, and the others barely prickling my waist. My back comfortably against the plaid blanket. The sun seeping from around his aura. Everything. Perfect could not describe.
It was different, I felt as if Iggy and Kiyah had switched places, and now he was the shy and sweet one. He smiled into the kiss, that I felt was never ending. It took long to realize I had to breath through my nose.
He released me slowly, but I didn't dare open my eyes. The sun still managed to shine through my lids, and into my brain, filling it with bright and happy thoughts. Everything anyone ever said disappeared into the past, and all that mattered was right now. This very moment, Kiyah flipping on his back to lay beside me and stare at this sky. I didn't have to be a genius to see the perfect in what did matter, the perfect in him.
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