~HOT CHOCOLATE AND A BUNCH OF MARSHMALLOWS: SHORT STORIES~
By Venus163
A/N: OK. If anyone thinks I'm dead, I'm not. (Duh!)
This Marshmallow is in HER POV (If you haven't already noticed, I've begun switching) and I hope that you like.
Is it extremely obvious that I started it out sober and than I had some sugar and got hyper towards the end? I didn't get *too* hyper, but it kinda got comic. ^.^
Oh well. For any curious people, Marshmallow #2, in my opinion, happened to be a Mimato, with some Taiora. I LUV Mimato, so I'll probably imagine way more of my marshmallows as Mimatos than are necessary... (heh heh) ^.-
Oh, and another thing. Is it incredibly obvious that I only know the lyrics to this song and not the melody? For all I know, the melody could be a piece of crap (no offense to any of the fans out there for this particular artist) but I like the lyrics, so I wrote this anyway.
Anyway, on with Marshmallow #3 (which is to prove that I'm not dead)
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #3: Don't*~*~*
She was playing the part of the fool again.
She just didn't understand. She had been positive that whatever she had felt for him was long gone, had petered out.
And then she had seen him again, seen him for the first time in years...
And her certainty faltered.
She turned, her blankets giving a quiet rustle as her body moved. She stared blankly at the wall, a thousand different emotions and thoughts flooding her mind.
She just didn't understand anymore.
With a deep sigh, she began her train of thought again, the train of thought that had dominated her mind for the last few hours and had refused to grant her any relieving sleep.
She admitted that she *did* have a crush on him long ago... well, a large crush... a serious crush...
Suddenly she sat up in her bed and shook her head. She *had* to stop lying to herself.
She had loved him, and there was no question about it.
She had loved him with the naïveté of a young girl, ignorant of the ways of love. She had loved him with the belief that one day, he too would love her.
She smiled cynically. Oh, those days were gone. Long gone.
He had never shown her anything to hint to her that he felt anything more than friendship towards her. She had tried very hard to get his attention, so he would look at her in another way than friendship...
But he never did. And so, slowly, she began to drift away from him. She had begun to learn that love hurt, especially when it was one-sided.
She had drifted away from them all. She had lost touch, trying to get on with her life. She was doing very well, and she had been quite sure that her love for him had been too weak to last, and had died out.
But that was before she had seen him again, before she had gazed into his deep eyes and seen how handsome he had become. Not that he hadn't been handsome before, but...
With a cry of frustration she let herself fall down onto her bed again. There was no way to deny that she had started to like him again, and she knew too well from experience that liking easily turned into loving.
She could not afford to love him again.
It would destroy whatever was left of her heart.
"Hey!"
She turned, her heartbeat quickening as she recognized him. Her mind wildly screamed to her to run, to get away before she could care and be hurt again, but her legs had frozen up and refused to obey any orders.
"Hey!" he repeated as he caught up to her.
"Hey," she said softly, trying not to look into his eyes, for she knew that the instant she did it would prove all her efforts to not fall in love with him again futile.
"I was just wondering," he began, "if you would like to take a walk with me in the park... you know, just to catch up."
Her mind was still screaming that it was still not too late to get away, to escape, but she couldn't say anything but, "Sure."
His face let up with a megawatt smile. "Great!"
She could feel her resolve wavering. It was just too hard...
But she couldn't love him, not after how she'd been hurt in the past.
"I still wish that you would have written or called me," he said reproachfully, his eyes looking down on her. "I worried about you."
She said nothing, too busy trying to step away from him... he was too close...
"...All the others are doing great, I saw that at the reunion about a month ago. Why didn't you come?" He asked, watching her closely.
She shrugged slightly, trying desperately to slow down her heart as it speeded up more and more while listening to his deep, melodious voice, a voice that she had longed to hear for so long...
No! NO! She wasn't supposed to fall in love... she couldn't...
Suddenly he said her name and stopped, his eyes fixed on her. "Why won't you talk to me?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
She hesitated in answering, her heart in her throat, her mind on a time when his words had meant everything to her and how she had suffered so because of it. His eyes seemed to see right through her, and she prayed frantically that he couldn't see her inner turmoil.
"I... I..."
She couldn't get any more out, she was too scared, too afraid that what she feared would be inevitable.
She suddenly panicked. Turning sharply, she began to walk blindly away.
She had only gone a few steps when something clamped firmly onto her wrist and refused to let her go any farther. She turned slowly, dreading the question she knew that he would ask.
"Why?" He asked her in a low, strained voice. "We used to have this beautiful friendship... Why did you throw it all away?"
She refused to look up at him. Her eyes suddenly found the ground to be very interesting.
The seconds dragged by, soon turning into minutes. His eyes never left her, and hers never left the small pebble by her feet.
"Why?" he finally said again, breaking the silence.
Then, the years of loving secretly, the strain of pretending that she felt nothing more than friendship for him all surfaced and her one string of realistic reason snapped.
She jerked her head up and gazed at him. "Because I loved you," she said in a soft, strange voice that even *she* didn't recognize as her own.
And as she saw the inevitable widening of his eyes and the dropping of his jaw, what she had just done hit her like a ton of bricks. Wrenching her wrist from his grasp, she turned and ran, a flood of tears breaking the dam that she had so carefully constructed.
She was vaguely aware of his voice calling after her, pleading with her, but she ignored it and kept running, trying to run away from reality.
She dashed, blinded by her tears, into the street, and that was why she didn't see the car coming.
"Hey girlfriend, you sure you'll be all right?"
She nodded slowly at her friend, who was peering worriedly at her. "I'll be fine."
"It's a miracle you weren't hurt more," her perky friend chatted cheerfully. "The doctor still can't believe that you got away with no broken bones and with only scratches and bruises."
She nodded, not really listening to her.
"And *nobody* can believe that you slept straight for three days! Everyone believed it to be because of the accident, but when you woke up the doctor announced it to be... what was it again? Something like 'emotional exhaustion'..."
She nodded absently as they walked out of the hospital and onto the busy sidewalk. She still couldn't remember why she had been so foolish to have run out into the street like that, but it had been bugging her since she had woken a week ago and she somehow knew that it was very important.
"...And he was so afraid that you were in a coma or something..."
She jerked her head up as she heard *his* name, right before her chatty companion mentioned something about a coma. Somehow she knew that this would be the answer to her confusion. "What? What was he doing there?"
Her friend looked at her, surprised. "You mean you didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"That it was *him*? "
" *What* was him?"
Her friend looked flustered. "Well, *he* was the one that brought you into the hospital... well, more like carried. The doctor said that at first he wouldn't let go of you, he just held onto you more tightly. He said that... that they don't know what would have happened to you if he hadn't brought you then... and he never left your side for those three days you were unconscious. It was when you began to wake up that he left, after making the doctor promise to keep it from you that he was even there!"
Her friend was talking about something else now, but she didn't really notice. He had carried her to the hospital after her accident, and hadn't let her go? He had sat by her side for three days and nights, and only left when he was sure that she was going to be okay?
It was all coming back to her now. She had tried to... but it had been impossible, because she had never *stopped* in the first place...
Her friend suddenly said her name, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she answered.
"You know, it was so obvious that you loved him," she said, winking. "It was obvious to everyone except for him. We all knew why you left... it was because you thought that he didn't care...
"But he *did* care, girlfriend, more than you could ever imagine."
"What..." she began to sputter, staring.
"I know you still love him, so I suggest you talk to him to clear things up. Trust me on this one... oh, and speaking of talking to him, there he is! Now go and make up," her close friend of almost ten years urged, pushing her in front.
It had all happened so fast, and by the time that she realized that *he* was heading towards her, her 'friend' (for she was already thinking of ways to kill her slowly) had already disappeared.
"Hi," he greeted her, looking nervous. "Glad to see that you're looking well."
"Hi," she repeated, blushing furiously. More than ever she was reminded that she had confessed to having loved him. To take her mind off of that, she said quickly, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital and for staying with me. It meant a lot to me."
"You're welco- How did you know?" he asked abruptly.
She looked up quickly enough to have seen the slight flicker of fear in his eyes. She mentioned the name of her 'friend' that she was feeling particularly murderous towards.
He sighed. "I knew that she had a big mouth."
She couldn't help giggling. "You're underestimating by a lot."
"I know." She watched him take a deep breath. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," she said, curious as to what would make him look so flustered.
"You said you *loved* me, you know, as in past tense, which would mean not the present, you know, so I was just wondering... do you still *love* me? As in, right now, you know... so I'm trying to ask you if you've fallen out of love with me, or you still love me or... Do you?"
He had been rambling, she knew, but she understood perfectly. Feeling her cheeks flush with even more color, she turned away from him, and before she could stop herself, she had murmured in a nearly inaudible voice...
"Yes."
Her hand flew to her mouth as she whirled around, preparing herself for the rejection that he would surely give her, when she saw in his eyes an intense emotion.
He suddenly put his arms around her and brought her close to him.
"Good," he whispered into her ear. "Because I love you too."
As she looked up and gaped at him, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, she kissed him back.
And somewhere in the background, a mutual friend of both smiled evilly, holding the camera smugly in her hands. "Perfect. Blackmail."
~+~Don't~+~
-Jewel-
Don't walk too close,
Don't breathe so soft
And don't talk so sweet,
And don't sing.
Don't lay, oh, so near.
Please, don't let me fall in love with you again.
Please let me forget all those sweet smiles,
All of the passion, all of the heat,
The peace, the pain,
All those blue skies, where your words were my freedom.
Please, don't let me fall in love with you again.
Too many times I've cared too much.
I stood on the edge.
And saw that you held my hand,
And knowing too well
I couldn't hide from those eyes
Please, don't let me fall please.
Don't let me fall in love in love with you again.
END OF MARSHMALLOW #3
A/N: I can never say this enough, but if you have any song request, please feel free to send them to me. Include in the review or send it to me via E-Mail (Note: My E-Mail address has changed to sincerelily@hotmail.com)
This marshmallow was based on Jewel's 'Don't'. As I said before, I have no idea how the melody goes, only of the lyrics, so bear with me here.
I have the song for my next Marshmallow, so I'll get it out soon.
I hope you enjoyed. REVIEW PLEASE!!
-Venus163
By Venus163
A/N: OK. If anyone thinks I'm dead, I'm not. (Duh!)
This Marshmallow is in HER POV (If you haven't already noticed, I've begun switching) and I hope that you like.
Is it extremely obvious that I started it out sober and than I had some sugar and got hyper towards the end? I didn't get *too* hyper, but it kinda got comic. ^.^
Oh well. For any curious people, Marshmallow #2, in my opinion, happened to be a Mimato, with some Taiora. I LUV Mimato, so I'll probably imagine way more of my marshmallows as Mimatos than are necessary... (heh heh) ^.-
Oh, and another thing. Is it incredibly obvious that I only know the lyrics to this song and not the melody? For all I know, the melody could be a piece of crap (no offense to any of the fans out there for this particular artist) but I like the lyrics, so I wrote this anyway.
Anyway, on with Marshmallow #3 (which is to prove that I'm not dead)
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #3: Don't*~*~*
She was playing the part of the fool again.
She just didn't understand. She had been positive that whatever she had felt for him was long gone, had petered out.
And then she had seen him again, seen him for the first time in years...
And her certainty faltered.
She turned, her blankets giving a quiet rustle as her body moved. She stared blankly at the wall, a thousand different emotions and thoughts flooding her mind.
She just didn't understand anymore.
With a deep sigh, she began her train of thought again, the train of thought that had dominated her mind for the last few hours and had refused to grant her any relieving sleep.
She admitted that she *did* have a crush on him long ago... well, a large crush... a serious crush...
Suddenly she sat up in her bed and shook her head. She *had* to stop lying to herself.
She had loved him, and there was no question about it.
She had loved him with the naïveté of a young girl, ignorant of the ways of love. She had loved him with the belief that one day, he too would love her.
She smiled cynically. Oh, those days were gone. Long gone.
He had never shown her anything to hint to her that he felt anything more than friendship towards her. She had tried very hard to get his attention, so he would look at her in another way than friendship...
But he never did. And so, slowly, she began to drift away from him. She had begun to learn that love hurt, especially when it was one-sided.
She had drifted away from them all. She had lost touch, trying to get on with her life. She was doing very well, and she had been quite sure that her love for him had been too weak to last, and had died out.
But that was before she had seen him again, before she had gazed into his deep eyes and seen how handsome he had become. Not that he hadn't been handsome before, but...
With a cry of frustration she let herself fall down onto her bed again. There was no way to deny that she had started to like him again, and she knew too well from experience that liking easily turned into loving.
She could not afford to love him again.
It would destroy whatever was left of her heart.
"Hey!"
She turned, her heartbeat quickening as she recognized him. Her mind wildly screamed to her to run, to get away before she could care and be hurt again, but her legs had frozen up and refused to obey any orders.
"Hey!" he repeated as he caught up to her.
"Hey," she said softly, trying not to look into his eyes, for she knew that the instant she did it would prove all her efforts to not fall in love with him again futile.
"I was just wondering," he began, "if you would like to take a walk with me in the park... you know, just to catch up."
Her mind was still screaming that it was still not too late to get away, to escape, but she couldn't say anything but, "Sure."
His face let up with a megawatt smile. "Great!"
She could feel her resolve wavering. It was just too hard...
But she couldn't love him, not after how she'd been hurt in the past.
"I still wish that you would have written or called me," he said reproachfully, his eyes looking down on her. "I worried about you."
She said nothing, too busy trying to step away from him... he was too close...
"...All the others are doing great, I saw that at the reunion about a month ago. Why didn't you come?" He asked, watching her closely.
She shrugged slightly, trying desperately to slow down her heart as it speeded up more and more while listening to his deep, melodious voice, a voice that she had longed to hear for so long...
No! NO! She wasn't supposed to fall in love... she couldn't...
Suddenly he said her name and stopped, his eyes fixed on her. "Why won't you talk to me?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
She hesitated in answering, her heart in her throat, her mind on a time when his words had meant everything to her and how she had suffered so because of it. His eyes seemed to see right through her, and she prayed frantically that he couldn't see her inner turmoil.
"I... I..."
She couldn't get any more out, she was too scared, too afraid that what she feared would be inevitable.
She suddenly panicked. Turning sharply, she began to walk blindly away.
She had only gone a few steps when something clamped firmly onto her wrist and refused to let her go any farther. She turned slowly, dreading the question she knew that he would ask.
"Why?" He asked her in a low, strained voice. "We used to have this beautiful friendship... Why did you throw it all away?"
She refused to look up at him. Her eyes suddenly found the ground to be very interesting.
The seconds dragged by, soon turning into minutes. His eyes never left her, and hers never left the small pebble by her feet.
"Why?" he finally said again, breaking the silence.
Then, the years of loving secretly, the strain of pretending that she felt nothing more than friendship for him all surfaced and her one string of realistic reason snapped.
She jerked her head up and gazed at him. "Because I loved you," she said in a soft, strange voice that even *she* didn't recognize as her own.
And as she saw the inevitable widening of his eyes and the dropping of his jaw, what she had just done hit her like a ton of bricks. Wrenching her wrist from his grasp, she turned and ran, a flood of tears breaking the dam that she had so carefully constructed.
She was vaguely aware of his voice calling after her, pleading with her, but she ignored it and kept running, trying to run away from reality.
She dashed, blinded by her tears, into the street, and that was why she didn't see the car coming.
"Hey girlfriend, you sure you'll be all right?"
She nodded slowly at her friend, who was peering worriedly at her. "I'll be fine."
"It's a miracle you weren't hurt more," her perky friend chatted cheerfully. "The doctor still can't believe that you got away with no broken bones and with only scratches and bruises."
She nodded, not really listening to her.
"And *nobody* can believe that you slept straight for three days! Everyone believed it to be because of the accident, but when you woke up the doctor announced it to be... what was it again? Something like 'emotional exhaustion'..."
She nodded absently as they walked out of the hospital and onto the busy sidewalk. She still couldn't remember why she had been so foolish to have run out into the street like that, but it had been bugging her since she had woken a week ago and she somehow knew that it was very important.
"...And he was so afraid that you were in a coma or something..."
She jerked her head up as she heard *his* name, right before her chatty companion mentioned something about a coma. Somehow she knew that this would be the answer to her confusion. "What? What was he doing there?"
Her friend looked at her, surprised. "You mean you didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"That it was *him*? "
" *What* was him?"
Her friend looked flustered. "Well, *he* was the one that brought you into the hospital... well, more like carried. The doctor said that at first he wouldn't let go of you, he just held onto you more tightly. He said that... that they don't know what would have happened to you if he hadn't brought you then... and he never left your side for those three days you were unconscious. It was when you began to wake up that he left, after making the doctor promise to keep it from you that he was even there!"
Her friend was talking about something else now, but she didn't really notice. He had carried her to the hospital after her accident, and hadn't let her go? He had sat by her side for three days and nights, and only left when he was sure that she was going to be okay?
It was all coming back to her now. She had tried to... but it had been impossible, because she had never *stopped* in the first place...
Her friend suddenly said her name, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she answered.
"You know, it was so obvious that you loved him," she said, winking. "It was obvious to everyone except for him. We all knew why you left... it was because you thought that he didn't care...
"But he *did* care, girlfriend, more than you could ever imagine."
"What..." she began to sputter, staring.
"I know you still love him, so I suggest you talk to him to clear things up. Trust me on this one... oh, and speaking of talking to him, there he is! Now go and make up," her close friend of almost ten years urged, pushing her in front.
It had all happened so fast, and by the time that she realized that *he* was heading towards her, her 'friend' (for she was already thinking of ways to kill her slowly) had already disappeared.
"Hi," he greeted her, looking nervous. "Glad to see that you're looking well."
"Hi," she repeated, blushing furiously. More than ever she was reminded that she had confessed to having loved him. To take her mind off of that, she said quickly, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital and for staying with me. It meant a lot to me."
"You're welco- How did you know?" he asked abruptly.
She looked up quickly enough to have seen the slight flicker of fear in his eyes. She mentioned the name of her 'friend' that she was feeling particularly murderous towards.
He sighed. "I knew that she had a big mouth."
She couldn't help giggling. "You're underestimating by a lot."
"I know." She watched him take a deep breath. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," she said, curious as to what would make him look so flustered.
"You said you *loved* me, you know, as in past tense, which would mean not the present, you know, so I was just wondering... do you still *love* me? As in, right now, you know... so I'm trying to ask you if you've fallen out of love with me, or you still love me or... Do you?"
He had been rambling, she knew, but she understood perfectly. Feeling her cheeks flush with even more color, she turned away from him, and before she could stop herself, she had murmured in a nearly inaudible voice...
"Yes."
Her hand flew to her mouth as she whirled around, preparing herself for the rejection that he would surely give her, when she saw in his eyes an intense emotion.
He suddenly put his arms around her and brought her close to him.
"Good," he whispered into her ear. "Because I love you too."
As she looked up and gaped at him, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, she kissed him back.
And somewhere in the background, a mutual friend of both smiled evilly, holding the camera smugly in her hands. "Perfect. Blackmail."
~+~Don't~+~
-Jewel-
Don't walk too close,
Don't breathe so soft
And don't talk so sweet,
And don't sing.
Don't lay, oh, so near.
Please, don't let me fall in love with you again.
Please let me forget all those sweet smiles,
All of the passion, all of the heat,
The peace, the pain,
All those blue skies, where your words were my freedom.
Please, don't let me fall in love with you again.
Too many times I've cared too much.
I stood on the edge.
And saw that you held my hand,
And knowing too well
I couldn't hide from those eyes
Please, don't let me fall please.
Don't let me fall in love in love with you again.
END OF MARSHMALLOW #3
A/N: I can never say this enough, but if you have any song request, please feel free to send them to me. Include in the review or send it to me via E-Mail (Note: My E-Mail address has changed to sincerelily@hotmail.com)
This marshmallow was based on Jewel's 'Don't'. As I said before, I have no idea how the melody goes, only of the lyrics, so bear with me here.
I have the song for my next Marshmallow, so I'll get it out soon.
I hope you enjoyed. REVIEW PLEASE!!
-Venus163