This one isn't exactly like a story…more like a narrative poem. I don't know, it was a little easier to right, plus it has a little rhythm…I think…Ah well, enjoy the bruises shipping. I need to figure out how to write Zane and Kai….They're actually a lot harder than I thought! Enjoy!
Note: Italics are Jay; Normal type is Cole.
It was supposed to be like any other day
One punch, a quick side-step
Another punch
Two steps back
Another forward
A quick lunge
One of us trips
Hands at the others throat
Perhaps
It depends on how angry he is today
Although, I suppose he's burning at me everyday
I'm usually losing
Tripping over my own feet
Because I can't get my thoughts all straightened out
These thoughts…
They're all about him
It's funny,
Almost ironic
He steals my girl
I fall in love with someone else
That someone just happens to be him
I laugh.
He quirks an eyebrow
Onyx eyes study me intently
Calculating
He's so much smarter than he looks
He can see right through all of us,
Except Zane
No one saw him being the hero
I suppose that's what's got him all fired up
Zane
They were closer than humanely possible, those two
His hands move
Slowly
Almost as if he's afraid he'll startle me
Doesn't he know nothing scares me anymore?
Except these thoughts I've been having about him
"Another round?" He questions
God, he's so tempting
I just want to bash his face in
Break him like he's breaking me
"Yeah," another laugh escapes
"You're on, twinkle toes."
He frowns,
Muttering something or other about that nickname
All he's doing is fueling the fire
He gets up, taking his sweet time
Doesn't he know we're running out of time?
Maybe we still have forever, but…
If we continue like this,
We're all going to burn
He holds out a hand
Maybe it's for show?
Or he's just being nice for once
God, he's such a nuisance
So are these thoughts
Do I break him?
Or fix him?
Do I let him in?
Or push him out?
I think I know what I want…
But what about him?
What do you want Cole?
He takes my hand steadily
Following the rhythm
I'm sure he has it all figured out
That this is just a rouse
So I can get close to him
Put my hands on him
Be able to have some control over him
Lighting is hard to tame, after all
It starts fires like nothing else
And they'll burn forever unless they're quenched
That's the hard part
Figuring out what will quench him
I help him up
Looking him over once or twice
God, is this madness?
We begin again
It's almost the same pattern
But it's hard to keep up
He's moving faster,
His punches growing reckless
He's muttering curses
Softly, though
As if he thinks the quieter he is the less likely I'll hear him
How wrong that mindset is
I've learnt from the best
Picking up on things is what he did best
And he taught me how,
Something I hope I'll never forget
Sometimes I still hear him
Whispering in my dreams
And it hurts
But he tells me to move on
That someone else is waiting for him
I think I've figured out who that is
All I have to do is pin him down
Then everything will fall into place
I want you
Cole is picking up the pace
Trying to match this dangerous rhythm I settled on
That's fine by me
The more he struggles
The easier it will be to pin him down
Then I'll figure it out
Tread lightly, Jay
You've got to ask the right questions
Dig for the right answers
You've got to figure him out like he's figured out you
Only a few more steps Jay
Then you'll pin him
And get what you want
I step forward,
Hands gripping his shoulders
Another step forward
He tries to regain his footing
I keep him steady
But all too soon we'll come crashing down
He realizes this
Reaching out for me
He pushes hard,
I fall back
Dragging him with me
There's no way I'm loosing
Tightening my grip, I flip us over
He looks surprised
His hands still grip my shoulders
His breathing is hard, ragged
"Do you know how I feel about you?"
That question…
So he's feeling it too
"Maybe.
"How do you feel, twinkle toes?"
"I want to strangle you,
"But I want you.
"I want you, Jay."
I said it
It's out there
He smiles,
Not so sweet,
More toxic than that
It's enticing
He pulls me down to him
"We're so screwed,"
I whisper in his ear
"I love it."
We meet in the middle,
One of my hands wandering to his throat
He's right
We're screwed
This relationship is toxic
It isn't healthy
But then again,
When is love ever healthy?
-0u0-
So, my logic behind this one is that yes, they're in love, but they still are upset with each other. They don't know how to work it out, so their relationship is toxic. They're conflicted over how they feel, and while the love is there it can be hard to find. This is what you get when I listen to SONiKA's version of Biohazard.