AN: YAY! Sorry... I'm still on a high from writing this! ACK! So here it is, kiddies *fanfare* the sequel!!!! ... okay, so maybe I'm the only excited one... BUT STILL!!!! No time for shoutouts for the last chapter of Leadership (damn homework!) but to everyone who reviewed - thank you thank you thank you! *high fives all around*
As the captain is now preparing for take off, please extinguish all flammable items, as you will see that the no smoking sign has been turned on. Please ensure that all seats and tray tables are secured in their fully upright position. Your emergency exits are to the rear of the aircraft, and there are emergency lifebelts underneath your seats. Have a pleasant flight, and thank you for flying Alex Airlines :)
******
They say ignorance is bliss.
I've seen him watching her.
I've heard her tears at night.
I know what he wears around his neck.
Why couldn't I have just stayed oblivious?
*****
His lips were soft as they caressed hers. His hands were wrapped firmly in her hair, and as she clung to him, she never wanted to let go. He pulled away briefly to, and his ice-blue eyes smiled down at her...
Keys' eyes flew open at a touch on her cheek.
"Heya, Key." Locks' voice shattered her dream world as his fingers traced patterns along her arm.
"It's time to get up. We've got papes to sell." He pressed his lips to her forehead and wandered off towards the bathroom. As she watched him go, she let out a breath that she hadn't even been aware of holding.
He can't find out
The once sporadic dreams had turned into nightly visions, taunting her with their perfection. Every day, she walked through the streets of Brooklyn, avoiding his route. Every night, she dreamt of being in his arms, of feeling his touch, his kiss... and every morning she awoke riddled with guilt.
How can I be in love with two people at once?
As she sat up and stretched, her eyes were drawn immediately to his forbidden figure. Spot had his back to her, and as he struggled sleepily to put on his shirt, the unwelcome answer to her question floated through her mind.
You aren't in love with two people.
You're only in love with one.
*****
Lock sighed as he walked off down the streets of Brooklyn, leaving Key to take her own selling route. There had been that far-away look in her eyes again this morning. He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen her flinch when he kissed her, that he hadn't seen her watching Spot almost unconsciously this morning. His heart, however, told him otherwise.
I know who she dreams about at night.
His eyes fell to the ground as he tried to clear his mind of her. Locks' papers were balanced on his shoulder, but he didn't bother calling out headlines - who knew what his voice might betray? He turned the corner to wander down 5th Avenue...
BAM! And it was raining newspapers. Lock lay on the sidewalk, his breath half knocked out of him by the brown-eyed person lying on top of him. The eyes met his, the face turned a brilliant shade of red and it gasped.
"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" The voice was melodious and most definitely feminine - it occurred all too uncomfortably to Lock what a compromising position they were in. Fearing the worst, he scrambled quickly out from under her, attempting to regain his composure along with his balance.
When he finally managed to stand, he held out a hand to help her off the pavement. Pulling her up, he realized how tiny she was, her head barely reaching his shoulder. Once on her feet, her eyes widened as she gazed around them.
"Oh, goodness! I'm such a klutz!"
What is she talking about? Lock wondered to himself, still completely transfixed with her. She knelt to the ground and began gathering up -
"Shit! My papes!" They were an island in a sea of black and white. Lock hadn't sold a single one of his 75 newspapers, and now they adorned the street like oversized confetti.
Mentally berating himself for being so out of it over a mere girl - you have a girlfriend, you fool! - he began to help her.
And that's when the skies opened up.
Lock let loose a formidable string of curses before standing up. There was no point in trying to sell wet papes - the ink was already running everywhere, making rivers of black along the dirty ground. Noticing that the girl was still on her hands and knees, he shouted over the sudden rumble of thunder -
"Don't bother!"
She glanced up, pushing her already soaking hair out of her eyes.
"What?!"
Lock reached down and grasped her hand in his, pulling her to her feet. Trying to make himself heard over the deafening crack of lightning, Lock pulled her to him so that he could speak directly into her ear;
"There's no point. I can't sell wet papers."
The rain got harder, seeming almost to pierce his skin as the droplets fell. No sense in standing out here in the rain, he thought.
"You wanna get outta here?"
"What?!"
This girl has gotta get her hearing checked, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He reached down to grab her hand - and realized that he'd never let go. Her small hand was still encased in his. Holding back the thoughts that were clamoring for his attention, he decided to forgo the verbal communication and began tugging her down the street. She followed after a slight hesitation, and soon they were walking down the middle of the street, hand in had, as the rain soaked them to the bone. Lock couldn't keep the smile from his lips, and, chancing a glance at her, saw the full-out grin on hers.
This is how it's supposed to be
His smile faltered, and he dropped her hand.
Why the hell couldn't I have stayed oblivious?
*****
AN: K, so I dunno how the updates on this one are going to be... the writers' block has taken over my brain!!!!! But I'll try to update as frequently as I can. Lemme know what you think... :) ace
As the captain is now preparing for take off, please extinguish all flammable items, as you will see that the no smoking sign has been turned on. Please ensure that all seats and tray tables are secured in their fully upright position. Your emergency exits are to the rear of the aircraft, and there are emergency lifebelts underneath your seats. Have a pleasant flight, and thank you for flying Alex Airlines :)
******
They say ignorance is bliss.
I've seen him watching her.
I've heard her tears at night.
I know what he wears around his neck.
Why couldn't I have just stayed oblivious?
*****
His lips were soft as they caressed hers. His hands were wrapped firmly in her hair, and as she clung to him, she never wanted to let go. He pulled away briefly to, and his ice-blue eyes smiled down at her...
Keys' eyes flew open at a touch on her cheek.
"Heya, Key." Locks' voice shattered her dream world as his fingers traced patterns along her arm.
"It's time to get up. We've got papes to sell." He pressed his lips to her forehead and wandered off towards the bathroom. As she watched him go, she let out a breath that she hadn't even been aware of holding.
He can't find out
The once sporadic dreams had turned into nightly visions, taunting her with their perfection. Every day, she walked through the streets of Brooklyn, avoiding his route. Every night, she dreamt of being in his arms, of feeling his touch, his kiss... and every morning she awoke riddled with guilt.
How can I be in love with two people at once?
As she sat up and stretched, her eyes were drawn immediately to his forbidden figure. Spot had his back to her, and as he struggled sleepily to put on his shirt, the unwelcome answer to her question floated through her mind.
You aren't in love with two people.
You're only in love with one.
*****
Lock sighed as he walked off down the streets of Brooklyn, leaving Key to take her own selling route. There had been that far-away look in her eyes again this morning. He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen her flinch when he kissed her, that he hadn't seen her watching Spot almost unconsciously this morning. His heart, however, told him otherwise.
I know who she dreams about at night.
His eyes fell to the ground as he tried to clear his mind of her. Locks' papers were balanced on his shoulder, but he didn't bother calling out headlines - who knew what his voice might betray? He turned the corner to wander down 5th Avenue...
BAM! And it was raining newspapers. Lock lay on the sidewalk, his breath half knocked out of him by the brown-eyed person lying on top of him. The eyes met his, the face turned a brilliant shade of red and it gasped.
"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" The voice was melodious and most definitely feminine - it occurred all too uncomfortably to Lock what a compromising position they were in. Fearing the worst, he scrambled quickly out from under her, attempting to regain his composure along with his balance.
When he finally managed to stand, he held out a hand to help her off the pavement. Pulling her up, he realized how tiny she was, her head barely reaching his shoulder. Once on her feet, her eyes widened as she gazed around them.
"Oh, goodness! I'm such a klutz!"
What is she talking about? Lock wondered to himself, still completely transfixed with her. She knelt to the ground and began gathering up -
"Shit! My papes!" They were an island in a sea of black and white. Lock hadn't sold a single one of his 75 newspapers, and now they adorned the street like oversized confetti.
Mentally berating himself for being so out of it over a mere girl - you have a girlfriend, you fool! - he began to help her.
And that's when the skies opened up.
Lock let loose a formidable string of curses before standing up. There was no point in trying to sell wet papes - the ink was already running everywhere, making rivers of black along the dirty ground. Noticing that the girl was still on her hands and knees, he shouted over the sudden rumble of thunder -
"Don't bother!"
She glanced up, pushing her already soaking hair out of her eyes.
"What?!"
Lock reached down and grasped her hand in his, pulling her to her feet. Trying to make himself heard over the deafening crack of lightning, Lock pulled her to him so that he could speak directly into her ear;
"There's no point. I can't sell wet papers."
The rain got harder, seeming almost to pierce his skin as the droplets fell. No sense in standing out here in the rain, he thought.
"You wanna get outta here?"
"What?!"
This girl has gotta get her hearing checked, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He reached down to grab her hand - and realized that he'd never let go. Her small hand was still encased in his. Holding back the thoughts that were clamoring for his attention, he decided to forgo the verbal communication and began tugging her down the street. She followed after a slight hesitation, and soon they were walking down the middle of the street, hand in had, as the rain soaked them to the bone. Lock couldn't keep the smile from his lips, and, chancing a glance at her, saw the full-out grin on hers.
This is how it's supposed to be
His smile faltered, and he dropped her hand.
Why the hell couldn't I have stayed oblivious?
*****
AN: K, so I dunno how the updates on this one are going to be... the writers' block has taken over my brain!!!!! But I'll try to update as frequently as I can. Lemme know what you think... :) ace
