I don't own the poem by Edgar Allen Poe. Enjoy :)

L.L.A.P

~Laces

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B.B's golden eyes were wide as she felt Luck's lips gently caress hers. Usually if someone were to grab her like this, she'd have her knife in their gut. But this was Luck. And what was more, she enjoyed the feeling. B.B didn't understand how she could possibly like the feeling of someone's lips on hers, but she did.

Her nose bumped slightly against Luck's, and she was so shocked at how close he was to her. She didn't think anyone had been this invasive in her personal bubble. But there she was letting someone get so close.

Despite how much B.B enjoyed the kiss, she was completely clueless what to do. She wanted to kiss back, but something was holding her back. Something that she wasn't used to feeling.

Fear.

She was afraid she'd do something wrong. She was afraid Luck would laugh at her. She was afraid that this was all some sort of plan Luck had. She was afraid that this was a hoax. She was afraid that she let him too close. She was afraid that she would get hurt.

Luck pulled away, but B.B's head followed, not wanting the kiss to end. Luck smirked at the movement as he cupped her cheek.

"Greedy now?" Luck questioned in a low teasing voice. B.B flushed when she realized her actions and took several steps back, pushing Luck's hand away from her face.

She felt like she was in a fight. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she had to throw a punch to solve her problems. However, she knew that punching Luck wouldn't help with anything.

"No… I-I wouldn't… I mean… I didn't… I don't…" she stumbled over her words, voice higher than normal, not sure what to say.

"Hmm?" Luck hummed as he tilted his head, looking at her as she struggled with finding the right words. It was driving B.B crazy how he just looked at her innocently when she knew he was anything but.

"Why'd ya do that!?" she exclaimed once she got her brain to stop feeling like mush. She fell back on being angry, even though she wasn't angry at Luck in the slightest.

"I dunno." Luck shrugged not seeming concerned about her enraged tone. "Out on a stroll with a beautiful woman. I would be an idiot not to show my affections towards you." He informed in a smooth voice, but then sighed. "But, if you don't feel the same, I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable."

Luck turned away from B.B like he was going to head back to Coraggioso.

"Wait!" B.B exclaimed frantically as she grabbed Luck's arm. Her hand was shaking and she didn't know why. She only clutched onto his arm tighter.

Why the hell do I feel this way? What the hell am I supposed ta do? She thought with worry and uncertainty.

"Yes?" Luck questioned, cocking an eyebrow up.

She stood there for a moment, staring at him. She tried thinking of something to say. She tried to get the words she wanted into her mouth, but it seemed like her words had dried up. His eyes bore into words which seemed to make her even more flabbergasted.

Luck calmly stared at her, patiently waiting for B.B to say something.

When B.B continued to be at a loss of words, she shook her head in frustration, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"Words!" she exclaimed angrily. "Stupid damn words!" B.B threw her fist into the wall, hurting herself, but not caring. Luck looked at her perplexed, and a bit worried.

"Miss Baylie, what are you-"

"I dunno the words. I dunno what ta say. I dunno what ta do. I don't know!" she exclaimed, anger building up in her stomach.

She noticed that Luck was staring at her with surprise written on his face, and she immediately felt like she shouldn't have said anything.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I can't say what I want. I… I just can't."

With that, B.B grabbed Luck by the shoulders, giving him a strong kiss, then ran off to her house.

Luck stared at where she ran off for several minutes with a bewildered look on his face. he knew better than to run after her. It wouldn't make matters any better.

He then smiled a small smile, and continued his walk, whispering,

"It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me."

A memory glistened in Luck's mind and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I can't understand why ya like poems so much."

"They're like stories with hidden meanings."

"I ain't patient enough for hidden meanings. I like Poe and all, but I like his fiction much more than his poems."

"And what story do you like that he wrote?"

"The Cask of Amontillado."

"That doesn't surprise me."