~HOT CHOCOLATE AND A BUNCH OF MARSHMALLOWS: SHORT STORIES~
By Venus163
A/N: Ok. The reason that it took this long to get this out was because I was thinking. Should I upload a rather depressing Marshmallow that has a happy ending at the end? But then again, if it was depressing, it wouldn't be hot chocolate... or would it? It *has* a happy ending...
I got confused, so I decided not to put it up until I was sure. So, instead, I went and searched for another inspirational song and made a story out of that!
For all the people who thought Marshmallow #1 was confusing, let me tell you that I kept using 'he', 'she', his', 'him,' and 'her' to avoid saying any names, so the readers could fill it in with their favorite couple. Keeping that in mind, see if Marshmallow #2 is any easier to understand. I tried to make sure that it was.
For anyone who wanted to know which couple I personally thought Marshmallow #1 was about... I pictured it to be a Kenyako, with the little Takari, but that's just me. It just depends on how you see it.
On to the long-awaited Marshmallow #2! (Or so I hope!)
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #2: I Love You*~*~*
He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, his brow furrowed deeply. Lights began to shine as the sun began to lazily set into the horizon, shades of red and orange coloring the sky.
But he didn't notice any of it. His mind was fixed on one thing… on one person, rather. A very controversial someone.
Every time he thought of her a smile threatened to break through his serious expression, every time he thought of her sweet smile and caring nature. Every time the smile almost began to take place, he would remember a certain, tiny little fact that would immediately wipe the smile-to-be from his face, a little fact that was rather important.
She thought of him as a friend.
In frustration he grunted, kicking a small pebble that was on the sidewalk. She was his friend, too. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with his friend. That only happened in movies and TV. It never worked out in real life. She didn't love him, their friendship was ruined, and she would be uncomfortable around him.
And that was something that he was sure that he couldn't stand. Her friendship was better than nothing. Meaning something was better than meaning nothing to her. He was absolutely positive she meant the world to him, but he was also quite as sure that he didn't mean that much to her. He was *just* a friend, after all.
He suddenly jerked his head up and stopped. She was here, somewhere. He could sense her presence. No one else had that sweet, loving aura. His friends could scoff all they wanted at this but he could swear that every time she was near him he could sense her.
He gave a mental whoop of victory as he saw her, walking towards him on the sidewalk. Less than a few seconds later, however, his mind went blank.
All he could do was stare. His eyes were glued to her, and that was all that seemed to matter. Her hair was free, blowing softly in the wind, a slight smile on her face as she stepped carefully, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk like a schoolgirl. She was wearing a knee-length dress that flapped against her legs with the wind, and as she smoothed it down, she looked up and saw him.
Her lips curled into a big smile, causing his knees to go weak. He had made her smile! And as that thought struggled to sink in, she waved and started to walk faster towards him, causing him to hold his breath in wonder.
She reached him at the lights. "Hi!" she greeted cheerfully.
His throat was stuck, and it took a great amount of effort for him to squeak out, "Hi."
She giggled before asking, "So what brings you to this part of town?"
He stammered, "Um… stuff…"
"Stuff?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah… stuff…"
She shrugged, but the sunny smile remained on her face. "I've been out window shopping. You do know that it's best to start your holiday shopping early. You need to avoid the rush."
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her face.
She stared down at the ground, suddenly out of things to say.
It was his chance to tell her, the perfect opportunity. Only a fool would let it go by…
His love for her was rising, but he quickly remembered why he had never told her before. Friendship was the only thing bonding them together. If he told her now, that one bond would break.
But that wouldn't necessarily be the case. Maybe she cared for him, too. Not love him, but maybe like-like him. Maybe then that bond would be strengthened by one of love, or at least of liking.
He looked at her, a strange sound escaping his throat, causing her to look up. The words were on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly they jammed themselves in his throat, rendering speech useless. All the things he wanted to say faded from his mind, and all he could do was stare at her.
Moments passed…
She turned her head, averting her gaze. He could have sworn that she had looked disappointed… but it was probably his imagination.
"I… I better start going home," she said softly.
He could only nod.
"I… I'll see you sometime… right?"
He nodded again.
Then, she slipped past him and walked away down the sidewalk, her head held high.
She didn't look back.
It wasn't until she was out of sight that his muscles finally obeyed him, and the words untangled themselves from his throat and rested on his tongue again. What he was going to say to her came back, word for word, until he could almost read it in his mind.
But he kept his gaze sorrowfully fixed on the direction where she had gone. It had always been like this, for as long as he could remember. He would be calm and collected until the time came. Then, he couldn't say anything and he couldn't think, and she would just walk away.
He knew that one of these days, she would walk away from him and out of his life.
He was aware of how much more acutely he felt the cold, night wind on his bare skin, and how his solitude and the feeling of loneliness came back, stronger than ever.
Whenever she was around, he didn't seem to sense any cold, and he always felt needed and like he… like he belonged.
He knew that if she loved him, he would never be lonely again.
Finally he tore his gaze from the place where her willowy figure had disappeared. He slowly let out the words that he had been going to say…
"I love you…"
A few weeks later, he trudged slowly down the same street. He was useless. He had thought of nothing but her for the past couple weeks, but he still couldn't tell her!
…How pathetic…
He could suddenly feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was her… he knew it…
He looked up and searched the crowd, and his sharp eye picked her out, walking towards him.
This time, she looked rather unhappy, and as she came closer, he could see the traces of tears on her face.
She would have passed him by without a second thought had he not reached out and grabbed her arm.
She looked up at him and smiled genuinely. "Hi there."
"Hi yourself," he said softly.
She looked down at the ground, saying nothing.
"Are you OK?" he asked worriedly. "Have you been cry-"
"I'm fine," she interrupted, but he could see right through her. "Don't worry about me."
He almost smiled wryly at that. It was part of him to worry about her. Telling him to not worry about her would be just like… it would be just like telling him to stop loving her. As everyone knew, him especially, love was not something that you could control.
But… even if he could have controlled it, he would still love her.
He came back to reality as she shook her arm free. "I… I've got to go," she said in a cheerful, low voice that almost fooled him had he not heard the slight, single tremor.
But it was enough. Lies would not fool him.
As she slipped past him and began to walk away, he knew somehow, beyond a doubt, that if he didn't speak now he would lose her… forever… that if he didn't speak now, he would never be able to tell her.
He called out her name. "Wait…"
She turned, and he felt a glimmer of hope when she looked at him.
He felt the familiar jamming of his throat and the fading away of the words. He could give in to it like all the countless times before, and say nothing.
No.
No. It would not end like this.
He would not let her just walk out of his life.
With sheer will power, he forced his throat to clear. Grabbing on to the last of the words in his mind, he put all his energy into getting his voice out and blurted out…
"I love you…"
The world seemed to have stopped. He held his breath unknowingly, waiting for her reaction.
Slowly, oh ever so slowly, she smiled. And began to cry. "I… I love you too."
He stood, disbelieving, for a long moment. She… she loved him back! He… he who didn't deserve her…he who would never be good enough for her…
…She had chosen *him* of all people, *him* when she could have anyone else…
And then, his mind cleared and with only one thought on his mind, he went to her and pulled her into his arms. She felt so fragile, but he would never let her get hurt.
He buried his face in her hair, his arms holding her close to his body, breathing in her perfume. "I love you," he murmured, trembling, as torrents of his emotions came lose, "I loved you for so long… I tried to tell you…"
She pulled back slightly and put a soft hand on his cheek. "Me too," she whispered, and said his name in such a way that it sent shivers down his spine. "Me too."
His gaze met hers, and slowly, he leaned down to brush her lips against his.
She accepted his kiss, and even kissed him back.
He kissed her softly at first, but then the lip-lock grew more and more passionate as years of waiting, of locking up his love, finally overflowed from the depths of his heart.
As he tightened his grip on her waist, he thought vaguely that the nights would never be lonely and cold again now that she was his.
That was his last conscious thought, for then he threw all thoughts and cares to the wind and kissed his beloved with all his might.
A couple watched with satisfaction the man and woman sharing a loving kiss in the middle of the busy sidewalk. Nobody jostled them; the passerby just gave them knowing or wistful looks and streamed passed them. Just looking at them together gave the couple many different thoughts and feelings…
…Of friendship grown to something more…
…Of the courage it took to say the words…
…Of the reliability they had proven to the other…
…Of the sincerity of their feelings…
…Of their deepest hope coming true…
…Of light penetrating the darkness they had veiled themselves with…
…Of the knowledge of the other's feelings giving them security…
…Of their kindness to each other in times past…
…Of their deep and fervent love for each other…
The couple turned and looked at each other after mentally thinking of this list.
"They belong together," the woman said suddenly in a soft voice.
"They sure do," the man replied, putting an arm around the woman.
"I hope everything works out for them."
"If I know him, he'll make it work out."
"And if I know her, she'll make it work out."
The man leaned down and kissed her softly before taking her hand and walking away, but not before they turned back and looked at their friends sharing a kiss that would always say more than words ever could.
~+~I Love You~+~
-Sarah McLachlan-
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around us disappears
It's just you and me
On my island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you I love you
And the night's too long
And cold here without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say
I need you so
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you I love you
And the night's too long
And cold here without you.
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say
I need you so...
END OF MARSHMALLOW #2
A/N: Once again, I'd like to say that if anyone has a song request, they should send me an E-Mail to 'crescent87@hotmail.com' or include it with their review. I will try to get some inspiration from it.
As you saw, Marshmallow #2 was based on Sarah McLachlan's 'I Love You'. You'll probably see a lot of stuff from me that has Sarah McLachlan in it. That's because I just love her lyrics. They always mean something once you think about if for a long time.
Well, anyway, Review! You've made it this far, is it too much to ask to jot down a few works in the little box below?
Ja ne!
-Venus163
By Venus163
A/N: Ok. The reason that it took this long to get this out was because I was thinking. Should I upload a rather depressing Marshmallow that has a happy ending at the end? But then again, if it was depressing, it wouldn't be hot chocolate... or would it? It *has* a happy ending...
I got confused, so I decided not to put it up until I was sure. So, instead, I went and searched for another inspirational song and made a story out of that!
For all the people who thought Marshmallow #1 was confusing, let me tell you that I kept using 'he', 'she', his', 'him,' and 'her' to avoid saying any names, so the readers could fill it in with their favorite couple. Keeping that in mind, see if Marshmallow #2 is any easier to understand. I tried to make sure that it was.
For anyone who wanted to know which couple I personally thought Marshmallow #1 was about... I pictured it to be a Kenyako, with the little Takari, but that's just me. It just depends on how you see it.
On to the long-awaited Marshmallow #2! (Or so I hope!)
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #2: I Love You*~*~*
He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, his brow furrowed deeply. Lights began to shine as the sun began to lazily set into the horizon, shades of red and orange coloring the sky.
But he didn't notice any of it. His mind was fixed on one thing… on one person, rather. A very controversial someone.
Every time he thought of her a smile threatened to break through his serious expression, every time he thought of her sweet smile and caring nature. Every time the smile almost began to take place, he would remember a certain, tiny little fact that would immediately wipe the smile-to-be from his face, a little fact that was rather important.
She thought of him as a friend.
In frustration he grunted, kicking a small pebble that was on the sidewalk. She was his friend, too. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with his friend. That only happened in movies and TV. It never worked out in real life. She didn't love him, their friendship was ruined, and she would be uncomfortable around him.
And that was something that he was sure that he couldn't stand. Her friendship was better than nothing. Meaning something was better than meaning nothing to her. He was absolutely positive she meant the world to him, but he was also quite as sure that he didn't mean that much to her. He was *just* a friend, after all.
He suddenly jerked his head up and stopped. She was here, somewhere. He could sense her presence. No one else had that sweet, loving aura. His friends could scoff all they wanted at this but he could swear that every time she was near him he could sense her.
He gave a mental whoop of victory as he saw her, walking towards him on the sidewalk. Less than a few seconds later, however, his mind went blank.
All he could do was stare. His eyes were glued to her, and that was all that seemed to matter. Her hair was free, blowing softly in the wind, a slight smile on her face as she stepped carefully, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk like a schoolgirl. She was wearing a knee-length dress that flapped against her legs with the wind, and as she smoothed it down, she looked up and saw him.
Her lips curled into a big smile, causing his knees to go weak. He had made her smile! And as that thought struggled to sink in, she waved and started to walk faster towards him, causing him to hold his breath in wonder.
She reached him at the lights. "Hi!" she greeted cheerfully.
His throat was stuck, and it took a great amount of effort for him to squeak out, "Hi."
She giggled before asking, "So what brings you to this part of town?"
He stammered, "Um… stuff…"
"Stuff?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah… stuff…"
She shrugged, but the sunny smile remained on her face. "I've been out window shopping. You do know that it's best to start your holiday shopping early. You need to avoid the rush."
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her face.
She stared down at the ground, suddenly out of things to say.
It was his chance to tell her, the perfect opportunity. Only a fool would let it go by…
His love for her was rising, but he quickly remembered why he had never told her before. Friendship was the only thing bonding them together. If he told her now, that one bond would break.
But that wouldn't necessarily be the case. Maybe she cared for him, too. Not love him, but maybe like-like him. Maybe then that bond would be strengthened by one of love, or at least of liking.
He looked at her, a strange sound escaping his throat, causing her to look up. The words were on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly they jammed themselves in his throat, rendering speech useless. All the things he wanted to say faded from his mind, and all he could do was stare at her.
Moments passed…
She turned her head, averting her gaze. He could have sworn that she had looked disappointed… but it was probably his imagination.
"I… I better start going home," she said softly.
He could only nod.
"I… I'll see you sometime… right?"
He nodded again.
Then, she slipped past him and walked away down the sidewalk, her head held high.
She didn't look back.
It wasn't until she was out of sight that his muscles finally obeyed him, and the words untangled themselves from his throat and rested on his tongue again. What he was going to say to her came back, word for word, until he could almost read it in his mind.
But he kept his gaze sorrowfully fixed on the direction where she had gone. It had always been like this, for as long as he could remember. He would be calm and collected until the time came. Then, he couldn't say anything and he couldn't think, and she would just walk away.
He knew that one of these days, she would walk away from him and out of his life.
He was aware of how much more acutely he felt the cold, night wind on his bare skin, and how his solitude and the feeling of loneliness came back, stronger than ever.
Whenever she was around, he didn't seem to sense any cold, and he always felt needed and like he… like he belonged.
He knew that if she loved him, he would never be lonely again.
Finally he tore his gaze from the place where her willowy figure had disappeared. He slowly let out the words that he had been going to say…
"I love you…"
A few weeks later, he trudged slowly down the same street. He was useless. He had thought of nothing but her for the past couple weeks, but he still couldn't tell her!
…How pathetic…
He could suddenly feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was her… he knew it…
He looked up and searched the crowd, and his sharp eye picked her out, walking towards him.
This time, she looked rather unhappy, and as she came closer, he could see the traces of tears on her face.
She would have passed him by without a second thought had he not reached out and grabbed her arm.
She looked up at him and smiled genuinely. "Hi there."
"Hi yourself," he said softly.
She looked down at the ground, saying nothing.
"Are you OK?" he asked worriedly. "Have you been cry-"
"I'm fine," she interrupted, but he could see right through her. "Don't worry about me."
He almost smiled wryly at that. It was part of him to worry about her. Telling him to not worry about her would be just like… it would be just like telling him to stop loving her. As everyone knew, him especially, love was not something that you could control.
But… even if he could have controlled it, he would still love her.
He came back to reality as she shook her arm free. "I… I've got to go," she said in a cheerful, low voice that almost fooled him had he not heard the slight, single tremor.
But it was enough. Lies would not fool him.
As she slipped past him and began to walk away, he knew somehow, beyond a doubt, that if he didn't speak now he would lose her… forever… that if he didn't speak now, he would never be able to tell her.
He called out her name. "Wait…"
She turned, and he felt a glimmer of hope when she looked at him.
He felt the familiar jamming of his throat and the fading away of the words. He could give in to it like all the countless times before, and say nothing.
No.
No. It would not end like this.
He would not let her just walk out of his life.
With sheer will power, he forced his throat to clear. Grabbing on to the last of the words in his mind, he put all his energy into getting his voice out and blurted out…
"I love you…"
The world seemed to have stopped. He held his breath unknowingly, waiting for her reaction.
Slowly, oh ever so slowly, she smiled. And began to cry. "I… I love you too."
He stood, disbelieving, for a long moment. She… she loved him back! He… he who didn't deserve her…he who would never be good enough for her…
…She had chosen *him* of all people, *him* when she could have anyone else…
And then, his mind cleared and with only one thought on his mind, he went to her and pulled her into his arms. She felt so fragile, but he would never let her get hurt.
He buried his face in her hair, his arms holding her close to his body, breathing in her perfume. "I love you," he murmured, trembling, as torrents of his emotions came lose, "I loved you for so long… I tried to tell you…"
She pulled back slightly and put a soft hand on his cheek. "Me too," she whispered, and said his name in such a way that it sent shivers down his spine. "Me too."
His gaze met hers, and slowly, he leaned down to brush her lips against his.
She accepted his kiss, and even kissed him back.
He kissed her softly at first, but then the lip-lock grew more and more passionate as years of waiting, of locking up his love, finally overflowed from the depths of his heart.
As he tightened his grip on her waist, he thought vaguely that the nights would never be lonely and cold again now that she was his.
That was his last conscious thought, for then he threw all thoughts and cares to the wind and kissed his beloved with all his might.
A couple watched with satisfaction the man and woman sharing a loving kiss in the middle of the busy sidewalk. Nobody jostled them; the passerby just gave them knowing or wistful looks and streamed passed them. Just looking at them together gave the couple many different thoughts and feelings…
…Of friendship grown to something more…
…Of the courage it took to say the words…
…Of the reliability they had proven to the other…
…Of the sincerity of their feelings…
…Of their deepest hope coming true…
…Of light penetrating the darkness they had veiled themselves with…
…Of the knowledge of the other's feelings giving them security…
…Of their kindness to each other in times past…
…Of their deep and fervent love for each other…
The couple turned and looked at each other after mentally thinking of this list.
"They belong together," the woman said suddenly in a soft voice.
"They sure do," the man replied, putting an arm around the woman.
"I hope everything works out for them."
"If I know him, he'll make it work out."
"And if I know her, she'll make it work out."
The man leaned down and kissed her softly before taking her hand and walking away, but not before they turned back and looked at their friends sharing a kiss that would always say more than words ever could.
~+~I Love You~+~
-Sarah McLachlan-
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around us disappears
It's just you and me
On my island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you I love you
And the night's too long
And cold here without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say
I need you so
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you I love you
And the night's too long
And cold here without you.
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say
I need you so...
END OF MARSHMALLOW #2
A/N: Once again, I'd like to say that if anyone has a song request, they should send me an E-Mail to 'crescent87@hotmail.com' or include it with their review. I will try to get some inspiration from it.
As you saw, Marshmallow #2 was based on Sarah McLachlan's 'I Love You'. You'll probably see a lot of stuff from me that has Sarah McLachlan in it. That's because I just love her lyrics. They always mean something once you think about if for a long time.
Well, anyway, Review! You've made it this far, is it too much to ask to jot down a few works in the little box below?
Ja ne!
-Venus163