~Hot Chocolate and a Bunch of Marshmallows: Short Stories~
By Venus163
A/N: Hi, everyone. Since there's a whole bunch of short stories that I've started, I've decided to put them in a collection for everyone's enjoyment. And, since most of my stories have inspiration from a song, for the ones that are based on them I will put the song at the end of the story, so it's kind of my trademark. ^.^
Hot Chocolate is meant as the warm feeling you get when you read a good, romantic story (which I try to give you) and the Marshmallows are the stories! So, you can have as many marshmallows in your hot chocolate as you want! (Or as many as I am able to write and upload)
Well, anyway, this first Marshmallow is based on a song by Dream, from their CD 'It Was All a Dream'. And, since I didn't mention any names, it can be any couple you wish (that's not yaoi and yuri).
OK. Read and Review (And please enjoy).
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #1:How Long*~*~*
She was silent as she mused, face furrowed in thought. Or more in wishing, to be exact. Wishing that she wasn't alone tonight.
All her girlfriends had boyfriends. Why not her? Was there something about her that just didn't click with guys?
She shook her head gently, biting her lower lip. No, now that she thought about it, she could name a few guys who had shown interest in her. But that was it… interest. Nothing more, but usually a whole lot less. They were all shallow, those guys… well, at least *she* thought so.
Again she asked herself the question that she had asked herself for as long as she could remember…
How long?
That was the question, yet it meant so much more than it seemed to hint at.
She sank into a nearby chair, keeping her eyes on the starry night through the window. Starlight, star bright: the little nursery poem. How many times had she recited it, hoping?
She drew her knees up to her chest and circled them with her arms, chin resting lightly on her knees. So many questions arose with the simple one that she had wondered just a little while ago.
How long…
…Until she had no need to dream anymore?
…Until she could laugh at herself for feeling this way?
…Until… until she could fall in love…
She choked back the sob that threatened to come, and instead fixed her gaze on a particularly large, bright star. She had learnt the hard way that it was foolish to wish on it. Instead, she tried to imagine what her dream guy would look like.
He would have deep eyes, and a voice that would send shivers down her spine. He would be tall, so he would have to look down to look at her. Without a doubt he'd be handsome… in his own, special, way of course. He'd be a romantic guy, someone with a sentimental streak in him that she had noticed most other guys lacked. And best of all…
Best of all, he'd love her. *Her*. And that was what caused the sigh to escape her lips at the unknown person.
She didn't know when she had started to imagine him into existence. By now, he was so familiar that she could imagine everything from his kisses to how it felt to be held in his arms. Well, nearly everything, that is.
His face and voice were still unclear to her. Obviously they wouldn't be clear until she had actually met him in reality. But… what were the chances of that? Of the chances that someone actually cared about her… for who she was? Not for what she looked like, or what she could do. But… for *her*…
She stood and stumbled over to her dresser, picking up a small mirror. Trembling, she raised the looking glass up to her face, so she could see her reflection. Each moment that she stared at her image she cursed herself for being this way. She cursed herself for being a girl that no one could love... a girl that no one *would* love.
She watched several tears roll down her cheeks. Tears… they were nothing but a weakness. They only revealed suffering.
Her expression changed swiftly to one of anger and frustration. With a cry, she flung the mirror as hard as she could to the ground… and she watched it shatter.
Then, the tears were coming like a flood, and she couldn't stop them. Sobbing, she fell to her knees, supporting herself with her hands, ignoring the pain as sharp shards of glass bit into the soft palms of her hands, drawing blood.
She sat stiffly on the steps leading down to the river, its waters stretching almost as far as she could see. Her mind felt numb, her heart felt numb… her whole body and soul felt numb. She couldn't feel anything acutely; earlier when she had picked the pieces of glass out of her palms she had only felt a vague pain.
A large honk from a boat caught her attention, and she slowly turned her head to look at the source of the noise. It was a small yacht, expensive looking. It was sailing lazily in the waters, sails gently flapping in the light breeze. It seemed as delicate as a toy.
But that wasn't what caught her attention. What did was the couple that were sitting on deck, their arms around each other and looking as if nothing could harm them anymore, as long as they remained together. Two of her friends.
Her heart was suddenly struck with a dull pain. A flash of envy passed through her before quickly fading into nothing. Being jealous wouldn't change anything. It was just a waste of energy and emotion.
Her eyes slowly drifted away, and as she could think of nothing in this state, decided to stare at a tree branch that slowly moved up and down with the lapping waves.
"Hey…"
She turned and looked up slowly to see the source of the voice. "Hey," she managed to answer.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" He settled down next to her, his eyes never leaving the river.
"Guess so." She just didn't care anymore. He was one of her friends; she couldn't tell him to leave, even though she didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now.
He began to talk about something, something about their other friends. She knew that he was uncomfortable. He was only trying to start a conversation. Maybe he couldn't bear the silence but she welcomed it. The monotonous silence.
Her eyes searched for the branch, which by then had floated up next to the yacht. Upon seeing the couple again, the dull ache became a little sharper. She then decided to study the stone steps around her.
Suddenly, she felt something grab her wrist. She stared at the hand around it and slowly followed the arm connected to it to see its owner.
"What happened to your hands?" He asked in a strange, almost choked voice.
She decided to be truthful. "I broke a mirror yesterday," she answered in clipped tones.
He let go of her, and she couldn't help but be curious as she watched him. He took the bottom of his shirt and to her utter astonishment that shot through her numbness, he began to rip it.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked.
He grunted his reply. He tore the bottom of his shirt into several long strips. Then, taking her hands, he began to wrap them, almost tenderly.
It was this that made the numbness fade away and her defenses crash down.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, struggling to speak.
"Helping your hands heal," he told her, finishing up and letting go of her hands.
Her throat was so choked up she could only say one word. "Why?"
He avoided her gaze. He became obsessed with finding small pebbles and trying to skip them on the water, though he was not very successful, being at such a height. He seemed to be fighting with himself over something, and one part must have won because suddenly he looked up and said her name.
She waited, her heart racing, though she didn't know why.
Without warning, he pulled her rather roughly into his arms and buried his face in her hair.
His lips next to her ear, he whispered three sacred words that she had dreamed so long of hearing…
"I love you."
As he held her lovingly in his arms, understanding finally dawned on her. Her wishes of being loved, of finding love, her wishes on stars… while she had waited they hadn't come true…
… Because they already had. She could feel him tremble with emotion, and suddenly she saw her angel.
Yes, he was tall… not too tall, but tall enough to have to look down into her eyes. Yes, he had the melodious voice, and the romantic streak. Yes, he had deep eyes, and as she gazed at him, his face cleared, until it became that of the person holding her in his arms right at that moment…
She'd found him. She hadn't needed to ask how long it would be until she'd meet him, for she had already met him, had known him for what seemed like forever. She had met him before any of her wishes, before she even wanted to feel love…
And she had felt love for him before all that. She had loved him without realizing it. Her heart had sent her a message in the form of a mysterious angel. She had taken it the wrong way, but now, she vowed that she would never make that same mistake again.
Tears escaped from her eyes, and she drew in a long, shuddering sob of happiness.
Abruptly he pulled away from her, eyes filled with fear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I shouldn't have told you... I'm so sorry…"
She shyly reached out and held his hand. She said his name in such a way that he immediately looked up. "You know what?" she asked softly.
He looked at the ground, but as she studied his profile she noted in satisfaction that the last requirement was certainly there. Yes, he was handsome… in his own way, of course… but to her… he was wildly so…
"I love you too…"
His head shot up. He gazed at her incredulously, his jaw having dropped open. He clasped her hands, and said in a low voice, "Do you mean it? Because if you're just playing with me, I would just die…"
She shook her head gently, eyes devouring him, trying to imprint this picture of him in her heart for eternity. "I mean it. I love you."
She watched as a look of pure joy crossed his face, one that made her heart pound in her ears. He let go of one of her hands and caressed her cheek, running his hand through her hair. He hesitated, before murmuring, "You're so beautiful…"
She felt tears in her eyes again. She had never before been called beautiful. Sure, she had been called pretty several times, but never beautiful.
The tears overflowed and traveled down her cheeks. He let go of her other hand, cupped her face gently, and began to wipe away the tears with his lips.
He met her gaze, and she could see his deep eyes softening. She hesitantly asked softly, "Could you… could you kiss me?"
He looked at her for a long moment before leaning down and pressing his lips lightly to his.
A burst of feeling, of extreme emotion exploded at their first contact. A warm feeling ran through her veins, as she started to kiss him back. She was vaguely aware that his hands had slipped down to her waist, and was pulling her towards him and holding her there tightly. Instinctively her arms went around his neck.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips, and she knew by the way that he said it and the way that he held her that he would never let her go…
And that was just fine with her.
The sun was setting, and the couple on the yacht turned their eyes towards the shore.
"I had a wonderful time," the girl said shyly, holding his hand. "Thank you."
He blushed. "I…"
Suddenly, the girl pointed at the shore. "Hey! Isn't that…"
She trailed off, but both squinted hard against the light to see. A couple sat on the steps, obviously in love. The girl was sitting up, smiling, while the guy had lay down and laid his head in her lap. She was stroking his hair gently.
And both were close friends of the couple in the boat.
"You're right," he said, surprised. "I never expected them to get together."
"It's just as well," the girl said cheerfully, holding onto his hand. "You can see now that they belong together."
As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, the guy in the girl's lap sat up, putting his arms around her. Their foreheads touched softly, until he leaned over and kissed her.
"How romantic," sighed the girl on the yacht. "A sunset kiss…"
Without warning, her boyfriend grabbed her and gave her a sunset kiss of her own.
~+~How Long~+~
-Dream-
There's a place in my heart
That I go when I dream
A place that nobody can see
Every night I see love
I see someone who's waiting
Waiting for someone like me
He must be out there
Somewhere, someone for me
Tell me how long
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares
How long, till I meet an angel
And give him my heart,
When can I start
How long till I fall in love…
I sit every night
By my window just wishing
And searching for one perfect star
Can anyone hear me
Dunno if you're listening
Please send him right here
To my arms
He must be out there
Somewhere, waiting for me
Tell me just how long, will it be...
Tell me how long
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares
How long, till I meet an angel
And give him my heart,
When can I start
How long till I fall in love…
I've always believed
That my dreams would come true
That one of these nights
He would appear
He'd be here in my arms
I see it all, so clearly
How it could be
I wish he was kissing me now...
Tell me how long (how long)
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares (till somebody cares)
How long, till I meet an angel (my angel...)
And give him my heart (heart...)
When can I start
How long till I fall in love (in love...)
How long till I fall in love...
How long till I fall in love...
How long till I fall in love...
END OF MARSHMALLOW #1
A/N: Did you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? If you did, I did my job right, but if you didn't, I am a sorry excuse for a writer and will try harder on Marshmallow #2.
Speaking of Marshmallow #2, if anyone has a song request they'd like to make, just send me an E-Mail or include it in the review (I said WITH the review, *hint, hint*) and I will try to get some inspiration from it. Also, I will dedicate it to you, the sender.
Well, ta ta! I'm off to scout for the song for Marshmallow #2. But I'd be ever so grateful if I had one sent to me.
Ja ne!
-Venus163
By Venus163
A/N: Hi, everyone. Since there's a whole bunch of short stories that I've started, I've decided to put them in a collection for everyone's enjoyment. And, since most of my stories have inspiration from a song, for the ones that are based on them I will put the song at the end of the story, so it's kind of my trademark. ^.^
Hot Chocolate is meant as the warm feeling you get when you read a good, romantic story (which I try to give you) and the Marshmallows are the stories! So, you can have as many marshmallows in your hot chocolate as you want! (Or as many as I am able to write and upload)
Well, anyway, this first Marshmallow is based on a song by Dream, from their CD 'It Was All a Dream'. And, since I didn't mention any names, it can be any couple you wish (that's not yaoi and yuri).
OK. Read and Review (And please enjoy).
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #1:How Long*~*~*
She was silent as she mused, face furrowed in thought. Or more in wishing, to be exact. Wishing that she wasn't alone tonight.
All her girlfriends had boyfriends. Why not her? Was there something about her that just didn't click with guys?
She shook her head gently, biting her lower lip. No, now that she thought about it, she could name a few guys who had shown interest in her. But that was it… interest. Nothing more, but usually a whole lot less. They were all shallow, those guys… well, at least *she* thought so.
Again she asked herself the question that she had asked herself for as long as she could remember…
How long?
That was the question, yet it meant so much more than it seemed to hint at.
She sank into a nearby chair, keeping her eyes on the starry night through the window. Starlight, star bright: the little nursery poem. How many times had she recited it, hoping?
She drew her knees up to her chest and circled them with her arms, chin resting lightly on her knees. So many questions arose with the simple one that she had wondered just a little while ago.
How long…
…Until she had no need to dream anymore?
…Until she could laugh at herself for feeling this way?
…Until… until she could fall in love…
She choked back the sob that threatened to come, and instead fixed her gaze on a particularly large, bright star. She had learnt the hard way that it was foolish to wish on it. Instead, she tried to imagine what her dream guy would look like.
He would have deep eyes, and a voice that would send shivers down her spine. He would be tall, so he would have to look down to look at her. Without a doubt he'd be handsome… in his own, special, way of course. He'd be a romantic guy, someone with a sentimental streak in him that she had noticed most other guys lacked. And best of all…
Best of all, he'd love her. *Her*. And that was what caused the sigh to escape her lips at the unknown person.
She didn't know when she had started to imagine him into existence. By now, he was so familiar that she could imagine everything from his kisses to how it felt to be held in his arms. Well, nearly everything, that is.
His face and voice were still unclear to her. Obviously they wouldn't be clear until she had actually met him in reality. But… what were the chances of that? Of the chances that someone actually cared about her… for who she was? Not for what she looked like, or what she could do. But… for *her*…
She stood and stumbled over to her dresser, picking up a small mirror. Trembling, she raised the looking glass up to her face, so she could see her reflection. Each moment that she stared at her image she cursed herself for being this way. She cursed herself for being a girl that no one could love... a girl that no one *would* love.
She watched several tears roll down her cheeks. Tears… they were nothing but a weakness. They only revealed suffering.
Her expression changed swiftly to one of anger and frustration. With a cry, she flung the mirror as hard as she could to the ground… and she watched it shatter.
Then, the tears were coming like a flood, and she couldn't stop them. Sobbing, she fell to her knees, supporting herself with her hands, ignoring the pain as sharp shards of glass bit into the soft palms of her hands, drawing blood.
She sat stiffly on the steps leading down to the river, its waters stretching almost as far as she could see. Her mind felt numb, her heart felt numb… her whole body and soul felt numb. She couldn't feel anything acutely; earlier when she had picked the pieces of glass out of her palms she had only felt a vague pain.
A large honk from a boat caught her attention, and she slowly turned her head to look at the source of the noise. It was a small yacht, expensive looking. It was sailing lazily in the waters, sails gently flapping in the light breeze. It seemed as delicate as a toy.
But that wasn't what caught her attention. What did was the couple that were sitting on deck, their arms around each other and looking as if nothing could harm them anymore, as long as they remained together. Two of her friends.
Her heart was suddenly struck with a dull pain. A flash of envy passed through her before quickly fading into nothing. Being jealous wouldn't change anything. It was just a waste of energy and emotion.
Her eyes slowly drifted away, and as she could think of nothing in this state, decided to stare at a tree branch that slowly moved up and down with the lapping waves.
"Hey…"
She turned and looked up slowly to see the source of the voice. "Hey," she managed to answer.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" He settled down next to her, his eyes never leaving the river.
"Guess so." She just didn't care anymore. He was one of her friends; she couldn't tell him to leave, even though she didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now.
He began to talk about something, something about their other friends. She knew that he was uncomfortable. He was only trying to start a conversation. Maybe he couldn't bear the silence but she welcomed it. The monotonous silence.
Her eyes searched for the branch, which by then had floated up next to the yacht. Upon seeing the couple again, the dull ache became a little sharper. She then decided to study the stone steps around her.
Suddenly, she felt something grab her wrist. She stared at the hand around it and slowly followed the arm connected to it to see its owner.
"What happened to your hands?" He asked in a strange, almost choked voice.
She decided to be truthful. "I broke a mirror yesterday," she answered in clipped tones.
He let go of her, and she couldn't help but be curious as she watched him. He took the bottom of his shirt and to her utter astonishment that shot through her numbness, he began to rip it.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked.
He grunted his reply. He tore the bottom of his shirt into several long strips. Then, taking her hands, he began to wrap them, almost tenderly.
It was this that made the numbness fade away and her defenses crash down.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, struggling to speak.
"Helping your hands heal," he told her, finishing up and letting go of her hands.
Her throat was so choked up she could only say one word. "Why?"
He avoided her gaze. He became obsessed with finding small pebbles and trying to skip them on the water, though he was not very successful, being at such a height. He seemed to be fighting with himself over something, and one part must have won because suddenly he looked up and said her name.
She waited, her heart racing, though she didn't know why.
Without warning, he pulled her rather roughly into his arms and buried his face in her hair.
His lips next to her ear, he whispered three sacred words that she had dreamed so long of hearing…
"I love you."
As he held her lovingly in his arms, understanding finally dawned on her. Her wishes of being loved, of finding love, her wishes on stars… while she had waited they hadn't come true…
… Because they already had. She could feel him tremble with emotion, and suddenly she saw her angel.
Yes, he was tall… not too tall, but tall enough to have to look down into her eyes. Yes, he had the melodious voice, and the romantic streak. Yes, he had deep eyes, and as she gazed at him, his face cleared, until it became that of the person holding her in his arms right at that moment…
She'd found him. She hadn't needed to ask how long it would be until she'd meet him, for she had already met him, had known him for what seemed like forever. She had met him before any of her wishes, before she even wanted to feel love…
And she had felt love for him before all that. She had loved him without realizing it. Her heart had sent her a message in the form of a mysterious angel. She had taken it the wrong way, but now, she vowed that she would never make that same mistake again.
Tears escaped from her eyes, and she drew in a long, shuddering sob of happiness.
Abruptly he pulled away from her, eyes filled with fear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I shouldn't have told you... I'm so sorry…"
She shyly reached out and held his hand. She said his name in such a way that he immediately looked up. "You know what?" she asked softly.
He looked at the ground, but as she studied his profile she noted in satisfaction that the last requirement was certainly there. Yes, he was handsome… in his own way, of course… but to her… he was wildly so…
"I love you too…"
His head shot up. He gazed at her incredulously, his jaw having dropped open. He clasped her hands, and said in a low voice, "Do you mean it? Because if you're just playing with me, I would just die…"
She shook her head gently, eyes devouring him, trying to imprint this picture of him in her heart for eternity. "I mean it. I love you."
She watched as a look of pure joy crossed his face, one that made her heart pound in her ears. He let go of one of her hands and caressed her cheek, running his hand through her hair. He hesitated, before murmuring, "You're so beautiful…"
She felt tears in her eyes again. She had never before been called beautiful. Sure, she had been called pretty several times, but never beautiful.
The tears overflowed and traveled down her cheeks. He let go of her other hand, cupped her face gently, and began to wipe away the tears with his lips.
He met her gaze, and she could see his deep eyes softening. She hesitantly asked softly, "Could you… could you kiss me?"
He looked at her for a long moment before leaning down and pressing his lips lightly to his.
A burst of feeling, of extreme emotion exploded at their first contact. A warm feeling ran through her veins, as she started to kiss him back. She was vaguely aware that his hands had slipped down to her waist, and was pulling her towards him and holding her there tightly. Instinctively her arms went around his neck.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips, and she knew by the way that he said it and the way that he held her that he would never let her go…
And that was just fine with her.
The sun was setting, and the couple on the yacht turned their eyes towards the shore.
"I had a wonderful time," the girl said shyly, holding his hand. "Thank you."
He blushed. "I…"
Suddenly, the girl pointed at the shore. "Hey! Isn't that…"
She trailed off, but both squinted hard against the light to see. A couple sat on the steps, obviously in love. The girl was sitting up, smiling, while the guy had lay down and laid his head in her lap. She was stroking his hair gently.
And both were close friends of the couple in the boat.
"You're right," he said, surprised. "I never expected them to get together."
"It's just as well," the girl said cheerfully, holding onto his hand. "You can see now that they belong together."
As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, the guy in the girl's lap sat up, putting his arms around her. Their foreheads touched softly, until he leaned over and kissed her.
"How romantic," sighed the girl on the yacht. "A sunset kiss…"
Without warning, her boyfriend grabbed her and gave her a sunset kiss of her own.
~+~How Long~+~
-Dream-
There's a place in my heart
That I go when I dream
A place that nobody can see
Every night I see love
I see someone who's waiting
Waiting for someone like me
He must be out there
Somewhere, someone for me
Tell me how long
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares
How long, till I meet an angel
And give him my heart,
When can I start
How long till I fall in love…
I sit every night
By my window just wishing
And searching for one perfect star
Can anyone hear me
Dunno if you're listening
Please send him right here
To my arms
He must be out there
Somewhere, waiting for me
Tell me just how long, will it be...
Tell me how long
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares
How long, till I meet an angel
And give him my heart,
When can I start
How long till I fall in love…
I've always believed
That my dreams would come true
That one of these nights
He would appear
He'd be here in my arms
I see it all, so clearly
How it could be
I wish he was kissing me now...
Tell me how long (how long)
Till I'm not just dreaming
How long, till somebody cares (till somebody cares)
How long, till I meet an angel (my angel...)
And give him my heart (heart...)
When can I start
How long till I fall in love (in love...)
How long till I fall in love...
How long till I fall in love...
How long till I fall in love...
END OF MARSHMALLOW #1
A/N: Did you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? If you did, I did my job right, but if you didn't, I am a sorry excuse for a writer and will try harder on Marshmallow #2.
Speaking of Marshmallow #2, if anyone has a song request they'd like to make, just send me an E-Mail or include it in the review (I said WITH the review, *hint, hint*) and I will try to get some inspiration from it. Also, I will dedicate it to you, the sender.
Well, ta ta! I'm off to scout for the song for Marshmallow #2. But I'd be ever so grateful if I had one sent to me.
Ja ne!
-Venus163