~HOT CHOCOLATE AND A BUNCH OF MARSHMALLOWS: SHORT STORIES~
By Venus163
A/N: Wow! Two Marshmallows done in about four hours! That's very good for me.
This Marshmallow is in HIS POV (I switched again) and you can probably tell that I loosened up a whole lot. It's way more humorous than my others (still, it's probably the after effects of the sugar I mentioned in Marshmallow #3).
Speaking of Marshmallow #3, was anyone curious over my idea of the couple? Well, if anyone wanted to know, I thought it made a pretty good Taiora, with Mimi as Sora's evil, blackmailing friend ^.^ Though it could also be a Takari, with Miyako as Kari's blackmailer, but I personally like Taiora better.
This time, I *do* know the melody and not just the lyrics. I think the song's pretty good.
Just a note: This is practically 'plotless' if there is such a word. It's just a piece of fluff to tell you the truth. If fluff sickens you, then turn back NOW.
Here's my 4th Marshmallow to share!
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #4: I Don't Want to Miss a Thing*~*~*
He gazed at her sleeping figure, snugly nestled in his arms, and he smiled. He couldn't help it.
Stretching himself, he was just about to wake her up when he hesitated, and decided against it. Sure, she would probably kill him for letting her sleep, but right now he only thought of how beautiful she looked when asleep.
He looked around him from their park bench and watched the wind move through the trees, feeling content. He couldn't remember feeling this happy before. The times that he *had* felt happy had come nowhere near this bliss… not even close.
His eyes wandered back down to the slim girl in his arms, and he grinned. He had been doing that a lot lately, and some of his friends wondered about his sanity, but he had just laughed and shaken them off. He chuckled noiselessly even now as he realized that he must have been smiling all the time…
And anyone who appears to be smiling all the time is incredibly scary.
He looked at her. He would never get tired of looking at her. She didn't believe herself to be pretty, but she was. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, dazzling…
He berated himself teasingly then about being a lovesick puppy, but to tell the truth he didn't care. He could spend all his life just looking at her.
If anyone had asked him right then and there if there was anything he wanted in life, he would have answered a firm 'No' with no hesitation. She was enough… more than enough, really. He felt so safe, and loved… so *needed* when he was with her.
And it was good to feel needed.
Really, it was.
He could remember a time when he hadn't known that she loved him, when she hadn't known of his feelings either. He had been a fool to think that she loved someone else.
But he had. Jealousy had blinded him from the start… and the fact that who he had believed to be the object of her affections was one of his closest and oldest friends hadn't helped.
He had boiled underneath his mask of indifference. He had boiled every time his friend had told *her* hello, or talked to her, or made her smile…
But he had never hated his friend. Oh no, never. Even though he had believed it would be easier to have, he never did.
For *she* could never hate anyone. She tried to be nice to everyone she knew, and she seldom failed. *Nobody* could hate her, or even dislike her. She was so perfect…
He stared at the sky, watching as the sun slowly crept more and more towards the horizon.
He couldn't remember when it was that he fell for her. It just seemed that he had loved her for forever. Loving her was as natural to him as breathing; it was a part of him.
He could remember well when he knew, though. It had been a while, but still the memory was fresh in his brain, as if it had occurred just the day before.
They had gone to a reunion of all the gang, to a picnic. They had been the last ones to leave, for it had fallen to them the tedious job of cleaning up.
The sun had just set, and it was dark, though the sky was filled with sparkling stars.
He had finished with cleaning up their area when he had looked up and seen her.
She was putting away the remains of the dinner in a picnic basket, daintily folding the blanket that they had sat on earlier that day. She was doing everything with an unconscious grace.
But it hadn't been that which had caught his attention. Rather, it was the moonlight. It shone done in silvery beams, choosing special places to shine down on…
And she was one of them.
One particularly large beam had shone down on her face, illuminating her features. It was right then and there that he had realized how his close friend had changed. She had grown up; she wasn't a child anymore. She had grown into a beautiful young woman…
The sight was enough to make him catch his breath…
And things rarely made him catch his breath.
That had been the first bout of love that had attacked him. From then on, anytime she was near his eyes unconsciously fell on her. Everything she did emphasized regal grace and beauty, and he was falling harder and faster than ever…
And then his friend stepped into the picture.
She had been friendly with him… very friendly… far too friendly.
He had been so blinded that he believed it to be love. He had believed that his precious angel loved another, and in doing so put himself in unnecessary pain.
He had endured long that feeling. He was jealous, yes, but still he believed, deep down inside, that his friend was the better man. He could give her everything that she could possibly need or even want. And he…
He nothing. He had felt constantly inferior to her. He didn't deserve her; she deserved someone better.
He had begun to sink down into depression when an old friend appeared and fished him out again.
She had sat him down and given him a blunt lecture. He couldn't help smiling at her memory. Yes, that had been her way. She didn't give people sugar-coated talks; instead, they were blunt, to-the-point lectures.
She had yelled at him for being so blind. She had told him that there was nothing between the girl he loved and the man who was his friend… just friendship. She had insisted that he at least fight for her.
Still, he had hesitated.
And still she told him. She told him how obvious it was to everyone else how he felt about *her*, and about how *she* felt for *him*.
He had been confused then, but enough of her vigor for life and love had flooded into him to forget his doubts and confess.
It had been in this park, at this very same bench, as a matter of fact. He had asked her to meet him, half-wondering if she would even bother to come.
She *had* come. She had looked more beautiful than ever then in his eyes, and he had almost forgotten the purpose of this meeting as he had stared at her.
Almost.
The echoing of his old friend's blunt words had rung in his ears still. With some hidden courage, he had blurted out his secret.
He had expected rejection. He had expected her to hate him.
He had expected wrong.
Instead, she had thrown her arms around him and had asked him tearfully, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
That was when life started to become bliss.
One day, he had gone up to his old friend, and had tried to thank her, but she had interrupted him and in her blunt little way had said, "I understand."
He never did actually tell her 'thank you'.
His other friend, who he had believed to have the love of the girl that he himself loved until that fateful day in the park, was very happy for them both.
His thoughts were suddenly jerked back from Memory Lane as *she* stirred in his arms.
"Morning," he drawled.
She looked dazed for a moment before she wrinkled up her nose. "I told you to wake me up if I fell asleep!"
He chuckled. "You were so serene… and beautiful… I couldn't ruin it…"
She blushed, but asked, "How long have I been dozing?"
He shifted and looked at his watch. "Oh, about an hour."
"An hour?!" she exclaimed unbelievingly as she stared at him. "What have you been doing for that hour?"
He shrugged, eyes never leaving her face. "I dunno… just sitting here… watching you… thinking…"
"Thinking of what?" she asked as she stood up and playfully dragged him to his feet.
"You. Me. Us."
She smiled at him brightly. "For a whole hour?"
He smiled back, pulling her into his arms. "I'm afraid to close my eyes, to tell you the truth. Every time I do, I almost panic thinking that this is all a dream that I'll wake up from."
She stood on her toes and kissed him slowly and lingeringly. "Can anything that sweet be a dream?" she teased.
He shook his head, and teased back, "If you kiss me again you can convince me."
She laughed, and kissed him again. "Tell me… why didn't you doze yourself?"
He smiled at her. "I told you, I was too busy looking at you."
"How come?"
"Other than the fact that you're beautiful and wonderful to look at? Well… I don't want to miss anything about you."
"Pardon?"
He grinned. "You heard me."
"I know. I just don't understand."
He pulled her closer. "You're everything to me, don't you understand? I want to know everything about you… I want to be there for you whenever you need me…"
He didn't have to say more, for she smiled and hugged him tightly. "I love you."
"I love you too." He paused, before looking down at her with puppy dog eyes. "Can I kiss you again?"
She laughed. "You didn't even have to ask."
"How sweet!" exclaimed the girl as she watched in the shadows.
Her companion chuckled. "You're such a romantic."
"And you're not?" she retorted. "Anyway, I take special interest in this certain couple because I…"
"I know, because you helped him along," he said, rolling his eyes purposefully in order to get a glare from her.
"You didn't help at all," she told him indignantly. "Can you believe that he thought that *she* was in love with *you* of all people?!"
"Hey! It's not my fault I'm so good-looking!"
She tried to hide a smile. "What can I do to lower your ego?" she asked sarcastically.
He answered her seriously. "You know, you could kiss me."
She did just that.
~+~I Don't Want To Miss A Thing~+~
-Aerosmith-
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don't wanna miss a thing
END OF MARSHMALLOW #4
A/N: Must I mention the song requests again?
If anyone was curious, I own absolutely nothing. Not the song, not the characters (though nobody's mentioned anyway) but the plot, yes I do own.
This was based on Aerosmith's 'I Don't Want to Miss a Thing' from the movie "Armageddon". I normally don't go for rock, but I thought that this was a very sweet song.
I'm off now, to hunt for the song of the next marshmallow!
-Venus163
By Venus163
A/N: Wow! Two Marshmallows done in about four hours! That's very good for me.
This Marshmallow is in HIS POV (I switched again) and you can probably tell that I loosened up a whole lot. It's way more humorous than my others (still, it's probably the after effects of the sugar I mentioned in Marshmallow #3).
Speaking of Marshmallow #3, was anyone curious over my idea of the couple? Well, if anyone wanted to know, I thought it made a pretty good Taiora, with Mimi as Sora's evil, blackmailing friend ^.^ Though it could also be a Takari, with Miyako as Kari's blackmailer, but I personally like Taiora better.
This time, I *do* know the melody and not just the lyrics. I think the song's pretty good.
Just a note: This is practically 'plotless' if there is such a word. It's just a piece of fluff to tell you the truth. If fluff sickens you, then turn back NOW.
Here's my 4th Marshmallow to share!
*~*~*MARSHMALLOW #4: I Don't Want to Miss a Thing*~*~*
He gazed at her sleeping figure, snugly nestled in his arms, and he smiled. He couldn't help it.
Stretching himself, he was just about to wake her up when he hesitated, and decided against it. Sure, she would probably kill him for letting her sleep, but right now he only thought of how beautiful she looked when asleep.
He looked around him from their park bench and watched the wind move through the trees, feeling content. He couldn't remember feeling this happy before. The times that he *had* felt happy had come nowhere near this bliss… not even close.
His eyes wandered back down to the slim girl in his arms, and he grinned. He had been doing that a lot lately, and some of his friends wondered about his sanity, but he had just laughed and shaken them off. He chuckled noiselessly even now as he realized that he must have been smiling all the time…
And anyone who appears to be smiling all the time is incredibly scary.
He looked at her. He would never get tired of looking at her. She didn't believe herself to be pretty, but she was. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, dazzling…
He berated himself teasingly then about being a lovesick puppy, but to tell the truth he didn't care. He could spend all his life just looking at her.
If anyone had asked him right then and there if there was anything he wanted in life, he would have answered a firm 'No' with no hesitation. She was enough… more than enough, really. He felt so safe, and loved… so *needed* when he was with her.
And it was good to feel needed.
Really, it was.
He could remember a time when he hadn't known that she loved him, when she hadn't known of his feelings either. He had been a fool to think that she loved someone else.
But he had. Jealousy had blinded him from the start… and the fact that who he had believed to be the object of her affections was one of his closest and oldest friends hadn't helped.
He had boiled underneath his mask of indifference. He had boiled every time his friend had told *her* hello, or talked to her, or made her smile…
But he had never hated his friend. Oh no, never. Even though he had believed it would be easier to have, he never did.
For *she* could never hate anyone. She tried to be nice to everyone she knew, and she seldom failed. *Nobody* could hate her, or even dislike her. She was so perfect…
He stared at the sky, watching as the sun slowly crept more and more towards the horizon.
He couldn't remember when it was that he fell for her. It just seemed that he had loved her for forever. Loving her was as natural to him as breathing; it was a part of him.
He could remember well when he knew, though. It had been a while, but still the memory was fresh in his brain, as if it had occurred just the day before.
They had gone to a reunion of all the gang, to a picnic. They had been the last ones to leave, for it had fallen to them the tedious job of cleaning up.
The sun had just set, and it was dark, though the sky was filled with sparkling stars.
He had finished with cleaning up their area when he had looked up and seen her.
She was putting away the remains of the dinner in a picnic basket, daintily folding the blanket that they had sat on earlier that day. She was doing everything with an unconscious grace.
But it hadn't been that which had caught his attention. Rather, it was the moonlight. It shone done in silvery beams, choosing special places to shine down on…
And she was one of them.
One particularly large beam had shone down on her face, illuminating her features. It was right then and there that he had realized how his close friend had changed. She had grown up; she wasn't a child anymore. She had grown into a beautiful young woman…
The sight was enough to make him catch his breath…
And things rarely made him catch his breath.
That had been the first bout of love that had attacked him. From then on, anytime she was near his eyes unconsciously fell on her. Everything she did emphasized regal grace and beauty, and he was falling harder and faster than ever…
And then his friend stepped into the picture.
She had been friendly with him… very friendly… far too friendly.
He had been so blinded that he believed it to be love. He had believed that his precious angel loved another, and in doing so put himself in unnecessary pain.
He had endured long that feeling. He was jealous, yes, but still he believed, deep down inside, that his friend was the better man. He could give her everything that she could possibly need or even want. And he…
He nothing. He had felt constantly inferior to her. He didn't deserve her; she deserved someone better.
He had begun to sink down into depression when an old friend appeared and fished him out again.
She had sat him down and given him a blunt lecture. He couldn't help smiling at her memory. Yes, that had been her way. She didn't give people sugar-coated talks; instead, they were blunt, to-the-point lectures.
She had yelled at him for being so blind. She had told him that there was nothing between the girl he loved and the man who was his friend… just friendship. She had insisted that he at least fight for her.
Still, he had hesitated.
And still she told him. She told him how obvious it was to everyone else how he felt about *her*, and about how *she* felt for *him*.
He had been confused then, but enough of her vigor for life and love had flooded into him to forget his doubts and confess.
It had been in this park, at this very same bench, as a matter of fact. He had asked her to meet him, half-wondering if she would even bother to come.
She *had* come. She had looked more beautiful than ever then in his eyes, and he had almost forgotten the purpose of this meeting as he had stared at her.
Almost.
The echoing of his old friend's blunt words had rung in his ears still. With some hidden courage, he had blurted out his secret.
He had expected rejection. He had expected her to hate him.
He had expected wrong.
Instead, she had thrown her arms around him and had asked him tearfully, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
That was when life started to become bliss.
One day, he had gone up to his old friend, and had tried to thank her, but she had interrupted him and in her blunt little way had said, "I understand."
He never did actually tell her 'thank you'.
His other friend, who he had believed to have the love of the girl that he himself loved until that fateful day in the park, was very happy for them both.
His thoughts were suddenly jerked back from Memory Lane as *she* stirred in his arms.
"Morning," he drawled.
She looked dazed for a moment before she wrinkled up her nose. "I told you to wake me up if I fell asleep!"
He chuckled. "You were so serene… and beautiful… I couldn't ruin it…"
She blushed, but asked, "How long have I been dozing?"
He shifted and looked at his watch. "Oh, about an hour."
"An hour?!" she exclaimed unbelievingly as she stared at him. "What have you been doing for that hour?"
He shrugged, eyes never leaving her face. "I dunno… just sitting here… watching you… thinking…"
"Thinking of what?" she asked as she stood up and playfully dragged him to his feet.
"You. Me. Us."
She smiled at him brightly. "For a whole hour?"
He smiled back, pulling her into his arms. "I'm afraid to close my eyes, to tell you the truth. Every time I do, I almost panic thinking that this is all a dream that I'll wake up from."
She stood on her toes and kissed him slowly and lingeringly. "Can anything that sweet be a dream?" she teased.
He shook his head, and teased back, "If you kiss me again you can convince me."
She laughed, and kissed him again. "Tell me… why didn't you doze yourself?"
He smiled at her. "I told you, I was too busy looking at you."
"How come?"
"Other than the fact that you're beautiful and wonderful to look at? Well… I don't want to miss anything about you."
"Pardon?"
He grinned. "You heard me."
"I know. I just don't understand."
He pulled her closer. "You're everything to me, don't you understand? I want to know everything about you… I want to be there for you whenever you need me…"
He didn't have to say more, for she smiled and hugged him tightly. "I love you."
"I love you too." He paused, before looking down at her with puppy dog eyes. "Can I kiss you again?"
She laughed. "You didn't even have to ask."
"How sweet!" exclaimed the girl as she watched in the shadows.
Her companion chuckled. "You're such a romantic."
"And you're not?" she retorted. "Anyway, I take special interest in this certain couple because I…"
"I know, because you helped him along," he said, rolling his eyes purposefully in order to get a glare from her.
"You didn't help at all," she told him indignantly. "Can you believe that he thought that *she* was in love with *you* of all people?!"
"Hey! It's not my fault I'm so good-looking!"
She tried to hide a smile. "What can I do to lower your ego?" she asked sarcastically.
He answered her seriously. "You know, you could kiss me."
She did just that.
~+~I Don't Want To Miss A Thing~+~
-Aerosmith-
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don't wanna miss a thing
END OF MARSHMALLOW #4
A/N: Must I mention the song requests again?
If anyone was curious, I own absolutely nothing. Not the song, not the characters (though nobody's mentioned anyway) but the plot, yes I do own.
This was based on Aerosmith's 'I Don't Want to Miss a Thing' from the movie "Armageddon". I normally don't go for rock, but I thought that this was a very sweet song.
I'm off now, to hunt for the song of the next marshmallow!
-Venus163