Author's Note: Hey! I'm alive; sorry to all who read this that they had to wait for such a long time. Life got busy with Musical's, homework, sports, dance and just trying to still hangout with friends! I also appologize for how short the chapter is; I kind of forgot my style of writing this story, so if it's horrible I'm sorry (my beautiful Editor isn't online so I just say screw it imma post it) Okay I'm done rambling! Don't forget to Review, or just to say hi. Enjoy
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From Maytime and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, and Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
a Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveler between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
-William Wordsworth
The Latina's finger's sat for a moment, resting gently on her keyboard; her heart swelling with a type of pride she never grows tired of.
"Mrs. Lopez, are you reading for the editing dock?"
"Yeah, yeah Mike, hold your Asian horses." Santana gave one last look over her column; smirking as she e-mailed the document over to Mike. No matter how many time's Brittany denied still liking her, let alone being a lesbian. The Latina knew better, the night before wasn't with some straight girl who didn't know her way around, but a well experienced women who's blue eye's would become electric as her core tightened in pleasure. When the morning sun started to stream into the room Santana decided to sneak down stairs; to see if much has changed.
The house wasn't much different, the junk that the two girls tripped over the night before was still lying on over the ground, the rooms still disorganized and unpacked but the spare room had a new door on it.
"What… the?" The Latina's voice caught as she entered the closed room; the wall's where lined with news paper clippings. Some on dance, some on gay rights and the rest where Santana's articles; taped along the same wall as the door.
"…Whoa…" The Latina's mind started reeling as ideas came and left faster than the blood pumping through her veins. She raced out of the room and to her office; sitting herself down to start her new poetry article.
"Seriously Lopez? That's such a gay poem."
"Thank's Chang."
"No prob gaypez."
"mhmm." Santana rolled her eye's as she kicked her feet onto of the Asian's desk as he sent the article to the printers.
"Wanna go for a drink?" Mike's voiced sounded tired as he looked to the Latina sitting across his desk from him.
"Naw I've got plan's Asian 1." He raised his eye's; inquiring for the Latina to explain more. "I'm going to sneak up on my women and-"
"Your trying far to hard for this blonde."
"Fuck you." The Latina's voice light as she examined her hair for split ends.
"No seriously Santana, You're trying too hard for a woman who doesn't like you for who you are. She is denying her true sexual orientation. Just give it up." His dark eye's held the Latina's for longer than comfortable.
"No."
"Sant-"
"No! I'm not giving up. I fucken love her! Kay?" Raged coursed through the Latina's veins as she stormed out of Mike's office; barely making to her desk before breaking down.
Author's Note(2): review? I'll try and make the next one longer