This story is for Sarah…^_^; Enjoy it, chica!
P.S. I don't own anyone. Sarah wishes she owned Raven. Vinny Mac owns it, not me.
Virginal
It wasn't my first crush. But she was the first person who made me wonder why I felt the way I did. It wasn't just the way I felt about her, it was the way I dreamed about her during daily tasks, longed for her night.
She was the first girl, however, that wasn't like me. She wasn't bitter, she wasn't cynical. She was a sweet, innocent, virginal girl. She was Molly Holly. I knew she'd never fall for me…in this world.
But their was one place where she did fall for me: In my mind. At nights when sleep didn't come, I'd lay, in the consuming darkness, thinking about what made Molly…Molly.
Her bouncy blonde curls, her light complexion, her sweet innocence, and her general care and concern for humanity. Surely Raven wouldn't like a girl like this…
Surely, he would.
I'd want to hold her tight and never let her go. I wanted her to promise herself to me. I wanted her to kiss me, and wanted that imprint of her lips on mine. I wanted to make love to her, wanted her to tell me that I was her one and only.
…And it never happened. It never will.
And so she slipped out of my hands like grains of sand. If I held her too tight, she surely slip away. And slip away she did.
She slipped right into the arms of another man.
It's not a big deal, really. I mean, 'Raven gets the girl?' It doesn't sound right. To me, it sounded right. It made perfect sense. Sometimes I think I'm in school again, and someone vandalized the wall, "Raven likes Molly!" Because everyone seems to know.
And it's awkward when I see her too. She doesn't know what to say…Doesn't know what to think…Who would? I'd be scared if I liked me, too.
But maybe she's hiding something. Maybe, deep down inside, she's wild and bitter, cursing everything on this fucking crazy world.
Maybe she's like me, longing in the nights…
…But it's not true.
She's still the sweet, virginal girl I want to hold in my arms.