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Unspoken Chemistry
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Five:
"So..." He said starting the conversation.
We had walked to the art room in the Media building of school where some of the classes like photography, dance, art, all were hosted in the same building. At the moment the Art room was empty and we sat on one of the window seat where we were looking out. Since this building was toward the back of campus the only things that could be seen were the trees and grass. It was very secluded.
"So?" I looked up at him expectedly. I looked at him unknowingly and just before I really realized the way the light from the window's made him look luminous and even cuter .
"So, how's life?"
"How's life?" I repeated "Is that what you wanted to ask me?" I felt oddly disappointed as if I were expecting something else. I just gave him a questioning look.
"What exactly do you hate about me?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Why wouldn't I want to know?" he asked me.
"Don't answer a-"
"Don't answer a question with a question. I know, I know. You keep reminding me, as your way of avoiding answering a question. " He said quickly as I my mouth to protest that statement, "Would you just answer the question? Come on Serena." He gave me a most challenging look. "I dare you."
I looked at him looking back at me with this really intense gaze in his eyes. His eyes, a deep color is like a midnight blue sky. His hair was falling to the front of his face and I couldn't resist the urge to brush the black strands away. His face felt cool against my fingers and I found myself wondering if it could be possible for us to be the answer to any simple equation. I could wonder about it for ages and never know for sure. It didn't feel like it had before. Us, or even my entire emotions as a setting didn't feel like it had before.
A few years back when I really did hate him I would have never considered this. To be truthful, what did I know really? Now, I've discovered that we just have a friendly agreement to disagree but I guess deep down inside the depths of my heart and mind I knew that something between us had changed. Drastically changed.
It had changed slowly but surely. Had I even noticed the minuscule changes as they had begun happening? As they began to take root carefully and then suddenly just sprang to life? As they materialized into something that couldn't or wouldn't easily be reversed? Did I even want them to? Was that why I was so surprised now? Because I hadn't noticed before? I knew that I didn't hate him, at least not anymore…
We had friends in common and a status quota that was similar in school so we were always around each other. When your practically thrown together so many times you naturally start to find some good in a person you once thought had no good qualities at all. All our arguments now? I truly think they are just a facade or a diversion from the fact that we are at least friends now. We have been getting closer since near the end of my freshmen year. I guess I didn't want to admit that to anyone. Not to my friends or even myself.
I took a deep breath and broke free from my thoughts. I simply said ,"Your attitude towards me."
"My attitude towards you?" He said in a bemused way for confirmation.
"Yes." I said getting slightly annoyed just thinking about it. In fact even more so given his reaction. Smug as ever, seemingly conceited, dismissive and arrogant to boot, not a repented bone in his body I'd always figured that's how he was in the thoughts of my mind. Just like before, just like in the days of the not to long gone past.
"Okay." He drew out that one word slowly. If I didn't know any better I'd swear that was a small smile on his face and his dark blue eyes were twinkling with mirth and amusement. I honestly think he's enjoying this and for what reason I don't know and to be even more honest could live quite well without ever learning the knowledge. "What do you mean? Tell me."
"The way you act Darien! Sometimes I get the feeling that you like me, other times that you just like toying with my mind. I hate that! I used to think that you just enjoy making me feel like I'm so beneath your standard but I honestly don't feel that anymore."
The words rushed out of my mouth but I dismissed the thought that maybe I should stop talking because since he was so interested in knowing the least I could to was happily or rather not so happily and really oh so sarcastically oblige him. "Plus you are always calling me Meatball Head, even though I've repeatedly told you not to call me that. Plus the way you are always toying with me like at my locker yesterday, and even way before that. Take the party for example. What was that? I can't figure you out. Darien why did you kiss me that night?"
" I just wanted to." He said this as if that was all there needed to be said. He said this as if that was reason enough.
"That's not a good enough answer Darien." I got up and started walking around the room. I was wearing a light brown sweater and one of my favorite leather pants in a similar shade of brown as my sweater. My boots heels were softly clicking on the shiny hardwood floor . I was trying to release my pent up energy which seemed to be a combination of both nervousness and annoyance.
I was all to aware of his eyes which seemed to follow my every move. I tried to avoid them or at least act like I didn't notice his penetrating stare by looking instead at the student artwork that was displayed all around the sunny room filled with the light without obstruction from the huge bay windows. "Sometimes I feel like slapping you silly but that's not enough of a reason to do it."
"Are you sure about that?" He asked me raising his eyebrows up and down in a comical manner. "You seemed to forget that little bit of logic in the past. As I recall you were quite violent to me back in the day Serena. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"
"Don't try to make me laugh Darien! Do I look like I'm in the mood for laughter?" I walked back over to him and sat down again.
"Well I don't know about that" He said slowly, "But you do look very beautiful today."
A smile began it's gentle tell tale curve before I could even start to stop it. I could feel a blush starting to stain my cheeks as I looked up into his eyes, "Thank you."
"Well you say that, you've a problem with my attitude towards you," He said looking back into mine with a level of intensity like no other, "Yet I can make you smile?" He asked me this softly.
"Apparently so." I said. "Don't even start!"
"Who me? I would never even think of it." He assured me.
"You know what?" I stood up. "I'm beginning to understand you too."
"I'm not hard to understand." He reached up and caught my hand. "Sit down for a second would you? Are you nervous are something?"
He pulled me down toward him so that I was practically in his lap. I leaned back against him with my head against his chest and said, "What would make you think I was nervous?"
"No particular reason. You just keep on moving around so much as if you think I'm going to attack you or something."
I turned to face him. "That's hardly what's going on. Don't flatter yourself." I struggled to regain control seeing as how accurate he was in his hypothesis about me and my actions a few seconds earlier. I wasn't about to let him know that though so I changed the subject. "You would be so surprised at how complicated you really are."
"If you say so Serena. So, truce?" he asked
"What?"
"Truce." He repeated himself , "If I try not to annoy you, by acting the way I usually act, you won't have anything to hate about me. Isn't that right?"
"That's really sweet" I said looking at him in surprise, "But don't change yourself just for me."
"Really? Why not?"
"Darien, we are friends right?" I asked him this with a cautious look across my face as if he would deny this. I sat up from my comfortable spot against his body to face him fully and gauge his reaction and facial expression to this question. I wasn't really asking a question but rather stating a fact which I felt a little unsure about at times.
"Yeah, I guess we are." He gave me a genuine smile at that.
"Just because I don't like some things about you." I said to him, "Mainly the way you act toward me sometimes" I gave him a look when I said that, "doesn't mean I want you to change."
"Really." He raised one eyebrow again. "I definitely would have thought otherwise."
"I guess I like you the way you are." I said with a slight blush I hoped against hope that he couldn't see. I guess I like you. Period. I can't tell him that just yet can I?
"So you won't mind if I do this?"
"Do what?" I asked and got my answer soon enough.
He leaned in and then upon closing my eyes I felt the most amazing kiss ever. His kiss made the back of my eyes go liquid gold and the feel of it was intoxicating. Really and truly intoxicating. What I felt in those few moments was like no other feeling. As we continued kissing it was like time had stopped. Time stood still, just for us, in my way of thought. His lips felt just as soft as the first time we kissed. I felt like I couldn't really compare it to anything else because that would be an injustice.
Being in his embrace and in his arms made me feel safe and comforted even though I wasn't in the frame of mind to be worrying or upset about a single thing. He was just comforting and strong in way of mind, thought, and actions. For some reason, as I thought later, after the fact, I thought the entire moment was like being in a nice, warm cashmere sweater in front of a fire as you sat in a rocking chair against the backdrop of a clear crescent moon. Weird, romantic and in love? I have to think about that last one. This is just another part of who I am and It's something I wouldn't try to change only because it's a part that's deeply imbedded inside me.
You can also say what you feel in form of a review for:
Unspoken Chemistry
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Five:
"So..." He said starting the conversation.
We had walked to the art room in the Media building of school where some of the classes like photography, dance, art, all were hosted in the same building. At the moment the Art room was empty and we sat on one of the window seat where we were looking out. Since this building was toward the back of campus the only things that could be seen were the trees and grass. It was very secluded.
"So?" I looked up at him expectedly. I looked at him unknowingly and just before I really realized the way the light from the window's made him look luminous and even cuter .
"So, how's life?"
"How's life?" I repeated "Is that what you wanted to ask me?" I felt oddly disappointed as if I were expecting something else. I just gave him a questioning look.
"What exactly do you hate about me?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Why wouldn't I want to know?" he asked me.
"Don't answer a-"
"Don't answer a question with a question. I know, I know. You keep reminding me, as your way of avoiding answering a question. " He said quickly as I my mouth to protest that statement, "Would you just answer the question? Come on Serena." He gave me a most challenging look. "I dare you."
I looked at him looking back at me with this really intense gaze in his eyes. His eyes, a deep color is like a midnight blue sky. His hair was falling to the front of his face and I couldn't resist the urge to brush the black strands away. His face felt cool against my fingers and I found myself wondering if it could be possible for us to be the answer to any simple equation. I could wonder about it for ages and never know for sure. It didn't feel like it had before. Us, or even my entire emotions as a setting didn't feel like it had before.
A few years back when I really did hate him I would have never considered this. To be truthful, what did I know really? Now, I've discovered that we just have a friendly agreement to disagree but I guess deep down inside the depths of my heart and mind I knew that something between us had changed. Drastically changed.
It had changed slowly but surely. Had I even noticed the minuscule changes as they had begun happening? As they began to take root carefully and then suddenly just sprang to life? As they materialized into something that couldn't or wouldn't easily be reversed? Did I even want them to? Was that why I was so surprised now? Because I hadn't noticed before? I knew that I didn't hate him, at least not anymore…
We had friends in common and a status quota that was similar in school so we were always around each other. When your practically thrown together so many times you naturally start to find some good in a person you once thought had no good qualities at all. All our arguments now? I truly think they are just a facade or a diversion from the fact that we are at least friends now. We have been getting closer since near the end of my freshmen year. I guess I didn't want to admit that to anyone. Not to my friends or even myself.
I took a deep breath and broke free from my thoughts. I simply said ,"Your attitude towards me."
"My attitude towards you?" He said in a bemused way for confirmation.
"Yes." I said getting slightly annoyed just thinking about it. In fact even more so given his reaction. Smug as ever, seemingly conceited, dismissive and arrogant to boot, not a repented bone in his body I'd always figured that's how he was in the thoughts of my mind. Just like before, just like in the days of the not to long gone past.
"Okay." He drew out that one word slowly. If I didn't know any better I'd swear that was a small smile on his face and his dark blue eyes were twinkling with mirth and amusement. I honestly think he's enjoying this and for what reason I don't know and to be even more honest could live quite well without ever learning the knowledge. "What do you mean? Tell me."
"The way you act Darien! Sometimes I get the feeling that you like me, other times that you just like toying with my mind. I hate that! I used to think that you just enjoy making me feel like I'm so beneath your standard but I honestly don't feel that anymore."
The words rushed out of my mouth but I dismissed the thought that maybe I should stop talking because since he was so interested in knowing the least I could to was happily or rather not so happily and really oh so sarcastically oblige him. "Plus you are always calling me Meatball Head, even though I've repeatedly told you not to call me that. Plus the way you are always toying with me like at my locker yesterday, and even way before that. Take the party for example. What was that? I can't figure you out. Darien why did you kiss me that night?"
" I just wanted to." He said this as if that was all there needed to be said. He said this as if that was reason enough.
"That's not a good enough answer Darien." I got up and started walking around the room. I was wearing a light brown sweater and one of my favorite leather pants in a similar shade of brown as my sweater. My boots heels were softly clicking on the shiny hardwood floor . I was trying to release my pent up energy which seemed to be a combination of both nervousness and annoyance.
I was all to aware of his eyes which seemed to follow my every move. I tried to avoid them or at least act like I didn't notice his penetrating stare by looking instead at the student artwork that was displayed all around the sunny room filled with the light without obstruction from the huge bay windows. "Sometimes I feel like slapping you silly but that's not enough of a reason to do it."
"Are you sure about that?" He asked me raising his eyebrows up and down in a comical manner. "You seemed to forget that little bit of logic in the past. As I recall you were quite violent to me back in the day Serena. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"
"Don't try to make me laugh Darien! Do I look like I'm in the mood for laughter?" I walked back over to him and sat down again.
"Well I don't know about that" He said slowly, "But you do look very beautiful today."
A smile began it's gentle tell tale curve before I could even start to stop it. I could feel a blush starting to stain my cheeks as I looked up into his eyes, "Thank you."
"Well you say that, you've a problem with my attitude towards you," He said looking back into mine with a level of intensity like no other, "Yet I can make you smile?" He asked me this softly.
"Apparently so." I said. "Don't even start!"
"Who me? I would never even think of it." He assured me.
"You know what?" I stood up. "I'm beginning to understand you too."
"I'm not hard to understand." He reached up and caught my hand. "Sit down for a second would you? Are you nervous are something?"
He pulled me down toward him so that I was practically in his lap. I leaned back against him with my head against his chest and said, "What would make you think I was nervous?"
"No particular reason. You just keep on moving around so much as if you think I'm going to attack you or something."
I turned to face him. "That's hardly what's going on. Don't flatter yourself." I struggled to regain control seeing as how accurate he was in his hypothesis about me and my actions a few seconds earlier. I wasn't about to let him know that though so I changed the subject. "You would be so surprised at how complicated you really are."
"If you say so Serena. So, truce?" he asked
"What?"
"Truce." He repeated himself , "If I try not to annoy you, by acting the way I usually act, you won't have anything to hate about me. Isn't that right?"
"That's really sweet" I said looking at him in surprise, "But don't change yourself just for me."
"Really? Why not?"
"Darien, we are friends right?" I asked him this with a cautious look across my face as if he would deny this. I sat up from my comfortable spot against his body to face him fully and gauge his reaction and facial expression to this question. I wasn't really asking a question but rather stating a fact which I felt a little unsure about at times.
"Yeah, I guess we are." He gave me a genuine smile at that.
"Just because I don't like some things about you." I said to him, "Mainly the way you act toward me sometimes" I gave him a look when I said that, "doesn't mean I want you to change."
"Really." He raised one eyebrow again. "I definitely would have thought otherwise."
"I guess I like you the way you are." I said with a slight blush I hoped against hope that he couldn't see. I guess I like you. Period. I can't tell him that just yet can I?
"So you won't mind if I do this?"
"Do what?" I asked and got my answer soon enough.
He leaned in and then upon closing my eyes I felt the most amazing kiss ever. His kiss made the back of my eyes go liquid gold and the feel of it was intoxicating. Really and truly intoxicating. What I felt in those few moments was like no other feeling. As we continued kissing it was like time had stopped. Time stood still, just for us, in my way of thought. His lips felt just as soft as the first time we kissed. I felt like I couldn't really compare it to anything else because that would be an injustice.
Being in his embrace and in his arms made me feel safe and comforted even though I wasn't in the frame of mind to be worrying or upset about a single thing. He was just comforting and strong in way of mind, thought, and actions. For some reason, as I thought later, after the fact, I thought the entire moment was like being in a nice, warm cashmere sweater in front of a fire as you sat in a rocking chair against the backdrop of a clear crescent moon. Weird, romantic and in love? I have to think about that last one. This is just another part of who I am and It's something I wouldn't try to change only because it's a part that's deeply imbedded inside me.