Believing in things that can't be done
I was barely in the door when I heard running on the stairs, then turned to see Nick and Jack fighting with... water guns.
Yes, water guns.
The sad part about this is that I often join in. So often, in fact, we have a water gun league every year. The rules to water gun are simple. Three people, armed with the same type of water gun are around the house. No one knows where the others are, and then I guess it kind of works like Paintballing. Except it doesn't hurt. And then there our advanced rules; for example the glacier-onomy rule which means if the temperature is below 10 degrees, you have to play outside. There are several others, each with complications, so when we have no idea if something is legal, whoever wins is the person with the most water in the gun. Which sucks sometimes.
Anyway, I heard Nick scream my name and I instantly went into action mode. I grabbed the water gun from the, um, special water gun holding case (yes, we take this VERY seriously) and ran to his side.
"Hey! No fair! There can't be two of you!" Jack, Nick's brother and only brother since Joe died, screeched.
"Yeah, according to the new rule I just thought of- couple_double_amosis- you and your girlfriend/ boyfriend can team up." Nick stated and I laughed.
"But you're not together..." He said in disbelief, then looked up to see Nick smiling, "NO WAY! Dudes, congrats. We must stop this frolicking" (I know, who says that?) "Immediately and celebrate!"
"Okay." Nick said.
"And, FINALLY! I can't believe you two actually told each other you like each other. I mean, I had a bet with Tom it wouldn't be for another year. But come on, it was so OBVIOUS!" He said frantically, waving his arms about. I felt Nick's arm wrap around my waist and I smiled.
"So, how'd you get together?" He questioned and I blushed. "NO WAY! Dude, you got lucky!"
"Uh, yeah." Nick smirked and I blushed more. Him and Jack high- fived each other and then Jack ruffled my hair.
"Little Alex is growing up." He cooed and I slapped his head.
"Hell, she has." Nick grinned cockily and I laughed.
Guys will be guys. And, to be honest, I thought it was just as funny as they did. I have such a childish sense of humour.
"So, I'm going to go leave you two lovebirds alone." He winked and I smiled.
"Whatever Jack..." Nick blushed and Jack left to wherever he was going.
"So..." I prompted.
"Do you- uh- want to go on, like, a date or something?" He questioned, nervously.
"Sure." I said smiling, "I'd like that a lot."
He beamed, "Good. Umm, I'll uh- pick you up at seven?"
"Cool. What time is it?" I asked.
"Five o'clock." He answered.
"So, I'll leave here at half six then." I decided.
"Perfect." He agreed, "Now, let's go play water gun!"
I grabbed my gun and crept around the house with Nick following me. After a minute, we heard Jack in his room and I turned to Nick and nodded.
"On three," I whispered, "One, two and THREE!"
We leapt into his room and started to pelt him with water. He screamed really loudly and Nick and I burst out laughing.
"Not. FUNNY." He glared at us, which just made us laugh harder.
"I don't know why you're laughing; you might just die" He threatened.
"I got a plan." I assured Nick, "Come on."
He followed as I led him towards his garden. I ran to the end, glancing back to see Jack and his water gun running behind us. I jumped into the pool and after looking at me then Jack, Nick did too.
"How is completely soaking us going to help?" He whispered in disbelief.
"Shhh…" I hushed him.
"NO FAIR! I can't wet you if you're in there!"
"Told you." I said.
"Yeah, okay." He said, then all of a sudden he pulled me underneath the water and swam to the bottom, dragging me behind him as he did. I opened my eyes to see him staring intently back at me, and I thought he couldn't be more perfect if he tried. I was literally head over heels for him. I looked up to see that Jack had gone and decided to get back out, into the air. As I did, I rung out my clothes before feeling Nick's arms wrap around my waist and begin to kiss my collarbone and neck.
"Mmm..." I moaned and felt him smile.
"I...love...you..." He said between kisses.
"I love you too, Nick." I replied, and then began to go inside. He ran ahead and led me to his writing room.
Nick was always going to be a poet. Or a writer. Or both. You see, it's always what he wanted to do. He was amazing at poetry, especially; he writes like 3 a day. I don't know how he does it- they're all so good.
"I wanted to show you this." He said, turning to me and opening one of his books. I gasped. In huge letters on the front was written 'For Alex, For Always'.
"Go on, open it." He urged and I did. The first poem I saw was called 'Who was there?'
Think about it,
Of course I love you.
I've always loved you.
Tell me,
Who was it that:
Held your hand through-
Every break up
Every loss
Every time you cried
Every time you hurt?
Comforted you when-
Your parents divorced
Your brother died
Your sisters moved
Your grandparents left?
Was there when-
You first rode a bike
You had your birthdays
You broke your arm
You lost your first tooth?
?
It
Was
Me
Because I,
I love you.
I smiled; this was amazing. But not all of them were about me in particular. He explained that it wasn't just poems I would like; he wrote them about me, personifying objects to make them like me, like 'I saw into the sky, a star'
I saw into the sky, a star,
Burning brightly as a fire,
Its tail swooping and dipping in glee,
And laying in the field its beauty I admire.
And as I watch it dancing free,
I smile as though its mine to see,
As if it were put here for my eyes,
As I watch it spring through miles of skies.
My mind races over the reasons why
This star is so enchanting,
Before I settle on the one that fits
That in my heart its beauty is planting,
How everything fits into place
The fact that everything is so unique,
Not ruled or controlled by human touch
But without the sky is still barren and bleak
He said I was the star. I know- cheesy right? But still kind of sweet, I guess. And he made the verses all regular with irregular rhyme schemes to –quote- 'Capture how you are so random, but still fit perfectly'. And there were other things about me too, like how 'Everything fits into place' is a metaphor of how we were always perfect for each other. There were other things too, but I'm not going to bore you, sorry if I already have.
And finally, one of my favourites-
A thought, a word, a breath or a step?
When asked what love was,
I answered in truth,
A sweetly simple melody,
As charming as a youth.
But not always said,
A wish on the mind,
A collection of words that
Form a thought for some time.
Or maybe you're brave,
So that means it's there,
Expressed in four letters
And out in the air
Maybe it's simple,
Not shirt, suit and tie,
A breath on your neck,
The breath when you fly.
It could be a step,
A jump or a slide,
Sort of said silently,
To make your heart glide.
Okay, now apparently he tried to give it to me for my last birthday but chickened out. It was written to tell me how he loved me more than a friend, and he tried to show it but I never picked up. And it was written so regularly to contrast the effect of love, how it's not regular like that- so if you will, you get the effect of irony.
I had just put it away when Nick nuzzled his face into my neck.
Yes, I'm 100% sure;
That boy is perfect.
A.N. Possibly first date next chapter. Like how I put up two reasonably long ones day after day? Well, that's because like I said I'm on holiday and I got bored & then the poems I wrote ages ago. Okay, my rubbishy poems I'll use more for Alex, but my pretty okay ones I'll use for Nick. And, question time;
Do you want more drama or more fluff, because I can do either, so review and tell me which one you guys want