oos: GAH! Bakura! Don't kill me! (runs) Hehe.... anyway, I'm so sorry for
practically deserting you guys.... yet again. I've been on tons of trips
lately to relatives, friends, etc. Plus, this chapter was the hardest I've
ever had to write. I've decided that romance just doesn't come naturally to
me. ^_^;;
Someone was like, "Aren't Alex's parents worried about her?" Somewhere back, I put in a little part about what was happening at home. Basically, her mom doesn't care. Lol, with her friends and school... erm, I have no idea! lol, I seriously didn't even think of that.
WARNING: THE LAST SONG IS INCREDIBLY CORNY! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! lol, enjoy it if you can, though! Remember, this is the last chapter. There might be a sequel, but if there is, it's coming out next year! Thanx for reading!
BTW, this is a MAJOR song chapter. lol, buh bye!
Blah Key
"blah"= words outloud
*blah*= private thoughts
/blah/= Marik to Yami Marik
//blah//= Yami Marik to Marik
= Song
The Kiss
At the bottom of the stairs, Marik was still trying to think of a way to avoid dancing. Suddenly, a light bulb clicked on.
"I remembered you were hungry," he remarked casually, slipping his arm out of Alex's and taking her hand instead. "So I had a special dinner prepared." He led her to a small table with two chairs.
Really, it was meant for resting in between dances, but it could serve as a dinner table, too, right?
"I have to make a few more special arrangements," he lied to Alex.
"Ok," she said happily, still admiring the ballroom. Marik smiled, happy that she was happy. He stepped away from the table a few feet and snapped his fingers. The butler appeared at his elbow.
"Yes, master?" he asked, bowing respectfully.
"A nice dinner for two better be here in less than ten minutes if you want to keep that head firmly attached to your neck," Marik hissed.
The butler gulped and nodded quickly. "Yes-yessir! Right away!" He practically ran from the room in the direction of the kitchens.
Marik regained his calm composure and sat down with Alex.
Almost immediately, a server approached with two bowls containing some fresh lettuce. He also placed two dressings on the table along with a beautiful centerpiece of arranged fruit. The server bowed, and walked away.
"I don't know if I can eat," Alex said hesitantly.
"Why? What's wrong?" Marik asked, concerned.
"I'm afraid that if I take a single bite of anything, I'll pop through the seams on this dress." She spread some dressing on her salad anyway and speared a leaf.
Marik gave a mental sigh of relief that nothing was really the matter. "If you do, then those are poor stitches and I shall k- erm, dispose of the dressmaker." He ate his salad without dressing.
She gave him a stern look. "I know what you were about to say. Don't! Even if the stitches do break!"
Marik glowered, then snapped, "Don't give me an order!"
"Don't snap at me!"
"I'm not snapping!"
"Yes you are! And I'm not going to have a pointless argument with you!"
He opened his mouth and closed it, not finding words.
" I'll just hope that, for the dressmaker's sake, the dress remains intact." Alex said dryly.
"I- I'm sorry," Marik muttered.
"Here comes the main meal," his 'captive' announced, seemingly ignoring his last comment, but the tension disappeared as she grinned at him.
As they cut into the perfectly prepared steak, Alex was content with maintaining a contented silence. (heh, content and contented! hahahhahaha... erm.. sorry!) Marik's silence was more strained, due to the conversation and battle currently waging in his mind.
/No, you may NOT take over! This is MY date!/ Marik yelled, struggling for control.
//A date then, is it?// His yami questioned wickedly. He took advantage of Marik's embarrassed moment of silence to seize possession of the body. He nearly dropped the fork that his host had been moving towards their mouth before righting it smoothly. Alex chose that second to smile briefly at him and eat another piece of steak.
Yami Marik found himself wanting another smile like the one he had just been given. *Am I picking up on my hikari's feelings?* he couldn't help wondering. *If not, then how can such a mortal have this effect on me?!?* The yami was flabbergasted at this sudden display of vulnerability from himself.
He ate a chunk of meat, wrinkling his nose. It was too over-cooked, his preference being raw steak.
"Something wrong?" Alex asked, concern visible in her beautiful eyes. "No, not at all," Yami Marik made his voice sound like his light's and forced what he hoped could pass as a reassuring smile.
"Just checking," Alex said, obviously not convinced.
Yami Marik noted this and reviewed it with mild surprise. This simple girl could see past his facial and mental facade! How disturbing! How........... amusing. He suddenly grinned. It was a hawk's cruel smile, the one worn when is spots a mouse running across an open field. This could work to his advantage!
"Here comes the dessert!" Alex exclaimed, delighted.
"I hope you like brownies and hot fudge." Yami Marik smiled, a one of pure satisfaction this time. If he got to carry out the plan he had in mind, his host was as good as shattered.
The yami felt the real Marik redouble his efforts for control. Perhaps he'd better let the boy take over for now.....
Yes.
Yes, that was best.
If Alex knew about him, his plot would be ruined- and what fun would that be? Yami Marik gave a mental malicious chuckle and withdrew to his soul room to congratulate himself and his intelligence.
Marik reassumed control and cut a portion of brownie from the dish. "How is it?" he asked Alex, evicting all shakiness from his voice.
"Excellent!" answered Alex, taking another bite.
"Best in my life!" she announced a minute later, though her message was somewhat muffled through the brownie in her mouth.
Marik laughed heartily, feeling a little better, a little stronger. One hand was still shaking, however, so he hid it under the table. Fights with his yami often had this aftereffect.
"You know," Alex started thoughtfully. "This was most unexpected."
"What?"
"The fancy clothes, the dinner, and the dancing to come-" Her voice was gaining more and more strength.
"This is more than a dare, isn't it, Marik?"
The 'evil mad man' found it hard to swallow. He reached for his glass and raised it to his lips.
"This is a date."
He choked on a sip of wine until he managed to swallow it.
"I guess," Marik mumbled.
"You're just too scared to call it that, aren't you?" Alex's eyes gleamed triumphantly.
//This female's got you on the ropes!// Yami Marik howled with maniacal laughter inside his head.
"No," he defended himself against both voices. "But, do you want it to be?"
"Be what?"
"A date!" Now Alex was walking on eggshells. If she said no, he might be offended. And this mattered to her because- she couldn't finish that thought.
If she said yes, that was a whole different story. And she might catch him offguard if she was carefully shy.
"Yes," Alex said after thinking. She blushed slightly. "I think I do want it to be a date."
There was a moment of silence. "Ah," Marik said. *That was most unexpected....* "Ok....."
Alex was mentally giggling at his sheepish answer until a quiet snort made it physical too.
"I knew it!" Marik said indignantly, setting down his fork on the empty plate. "You're laughing at me for getting put on the spot!"
"No, I'm - I'm not!" she protested, chuckling. "I- I- hahahahha!" Alex broke out into full laughter.
"I - I'm not, seriously!" she tried again.
"You are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are NOT!" Alex picked up an apple from the centerpiece between them and chucked it at his head. Marik caught the fruit easily. He raised an eyebrow.
"That was pathetic."
Alex began to say something, but stopped as music came on. She jumped a little in her seat, and twisted about to see where it was coming from. Marik hid a smile behind his hand as he watched her.
"It's magic," he answered her questioning look, and she laughed.
"Right... come on, let's dance!" Alex shouted eagerly. "I love this song!"
//Nothing to put it off now, eh, hikari?// observed Yami Marik gleefully.
"Sure," his light answered Alex gloomily.
"Honestly! You can't be that bad!" His date wheedled, tugging lightly on his arm. Marik reluctantly rose from his seat and followed her out into the middle of the dance floor. "This song's awesome. It's called 'Head Over Feet'-"
"I know what it's called!" Marik interrupted, tense with nervousness.
"-And it's an easy song to dance to." Alex finished, unruffled. "Ok, now try to relax. And just.... erm, jiggle." She laughed at the wording of her sentence.
"You sure did," Alex muttered in response to the lyrics and Marik chuckled, his body moving more loosely.
"Nu-uh," she interjected.
"It is not!" Marik objected and Alex snorted.
"Keep moving, but notice what you're doing!" she said suddenly. "It's perfect!"
Marik smiled proudly, forgot what he was doing and tripped promptly over his own feet. He waited for laughs, but got none. He looked up to see Alex still dancing with her eyes closed, the blue dress swishing with her every step. Marik smiled, jumped quietly to his feet and started dancing again.
Marik bowed, half-jokingly, as the music faded away and Alex curtsied in return.
"You're not that bad afterall." she complimented.
"You're a whole lot more graceful." he admitted enviously.
"I think it's from kickboxing."
Marik laughed, quieting an instant later as the next song came on.
"SOAK UP THE SUN!" Alex screamed excitedly and her date sweatdropped slightly. "I love this song!"
"Gee, I couldn't tell," Marik rolled his eyes sarcastically. He was suddenly jerked forward and found himself pressed against a warm body.
"Um...."
"This is another type of dancing!" Alex shouted over the introduction music.
"Are we supposed to be this close?!?" Marik yelped back, fearing he would lose his senses this close to the girl he loved.
If she answered, he didn't hear; after Alex's exclamation, the sound had begun increasing. His servants that were working the music must have heard how much she liked the song and turned it up. *Just wait till I get back there...* Marik threatened to no one in particular. Then they were dancing and he could manage no rational thoughts at all.
Alex's voice started going hoarse from shout/singing near the end, and Marik let loose a mental chuckle.
"Whew!" she said weakly as the last instrument played out. "I swear, that is the best song ever written." They were still quite close and she looked up into his face, eyes sparkling mischievously. "And that is the best dance, isn't it, Marik?"
"It was fine." he said stubbornly, unwilling to say anything that might incriminate him.
Alex laughed. "Ooh! The next song!" She turned her attention towards the music. "YEAH! EVANESCENCE!" she cried. "Score!"
"Who?" asked Marik, oblivious.
"Only my favorite band," she said irritably. "It's 'Bring me to Life'"
"I knew that," he said quickly and she rolled her eyes up high to the ballroom ceiling and back down to the dance floor.
"Uh-huh. And you've got blood-free hands."
Marik didn't have a reply to that.
"What kind of dance was that?!?" Marik demanded, bemused. "There was no rhythm! You were just- just FLOPPING EVERYWHERE!"
"It was a crazy dance," Alex explained, still playing air guitar. "You just do whatever."
"There's actually a dance like that?" he asked incredulously.
"Yup!" she answered.
"Now comes the song that I know how to dance to!" Marik said happily as opening music played. He bowed and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" His voice was serious.
"Did you have to ask?" Alex took his hand and drew closer to him. He placed one arm around her waist and cupped the small of her back with the other hand. She smiled and fit comfortably into this loose embrace.
I don't know why you care
He doesn't even know you're there
'Cause he don't love your eyes
And he don't love your smile
Girl you know that ain't fair
The middle of the night is he gonna be by your side
Or will he run and hide
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I've got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Does he know how you feel
Are you sure that it's real
Does he ease your mind
Or does he break your stride
Did you know that love could be a shield
The middle of the night is he gonna be by your side
Or will he run and hide
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I've got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Ever since I saw your face nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end
I looked around this whole damn place and everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Marik was afraid to look down by the end of the song. *Why on earth did I choose that song? I should've just done something else!*
"Marik!" her voice sounded up firmly to him. "Look at me, would you?"
He cautiously tilted his head downward, terrified of what he would see. But Alex was smiling!
"It was a great pick," she told him. "And that was some fancy footwork."
Marik grinned in thanks, and blurted out "I meant it, you know. When you woke up in my room and I said it...... it was real."
"I know." Alex said slowly. "I think I even knew it then. You kidnapped me because of it, right?"
"Yes," Marik said, embarrassed. How could he have taken the girl he loved away from her friends and family like that? What had he been thinking?
"You can go back, now, if you want," He said quietly. It might have been the hardest sentence he had ever managed to voice aloud.
"Really?" Alex asked hopefully.
"Yeah." The word was more a sigh than consent.
"I want to see my friends.... and my mom and brother, I guess. But I don't want to stop this."
"You don't hate me?" Marik's voice shook a little as he spoke the possibility that haunted him in his sleep.
"No," she answered truthfully. "I- I love you. I've had crushes before. But this? This is it."
"Ah," he said vaguely, wondering if he was asleep and dreaming. If he'd wake up and the dance was still looming ahead of him. Then Marik felt the dance floor under his feet, heard another song playing softly in the background, and saw Alex looking up patiently into his eyes, waiting for him to say something.
And he, the dumbass, couldn't think of anything.
By some weird magnetism, their faces drew closer together. They were five inches apart, then three, then one.
And finally- none.
Their lips touched, drew back in surprise, then pressed harder against each other. Marik thought he'd never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. Eventually (neither could say how long), they parted for air. Now it was Alex who was speechless.
"Erm........"
"Wow," Marik said softly.
"Yes," she agreed. "Do you think.............?"
"Yeah."
He captured her mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.
oos: OMG! That was crappy, wasn't it? Geez, it took me forever to write from the dumbass comment on. An hour actually. Isn't that pathetic? Oh well. It's done now. I really hope you liked it. In fact, if I get twenty reviewers who say they want a sequel, I'll make the possibility a reality.
Enjoy the rest of the summer,
Aithril
Someone was like, "Aren't Alex's parents worried about her?" Somewhere back, I put in a little part about what was happening at home. Basically, her mom doesn't care. Lol, with her friends and school... erm, I have no idea! lol, I seriously didn't even think of that.
WARNING: THE LAST SONG IS INCREDIBLY CORNY! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! lol, enjoy it if you can, though! Remember, this is the last chapter. There might be a sequel, but if there is, it's coming out next year! Thanx for reading!
BTW, this is a MAJOR song chapter. lol, buh bye!
Blah Key
"blah"= words outloud
*blah*= private thoughts
/blah/= Marik to Yami Marik
//blah//= Yami Marik to Marik
= Song
The Kiss
At the bottom of the stairs, Marik was still trying to think of a way to avoid dancing. Suddenly, a light bulb clicked on.
"I remembered you were hungry," he remarked casually, slipping his arm out of Alex's and taking her hand instead. "So I had a special dinner prepared." He led her to a small table with two chairs.
Really, it was meant for resting in between dances, but it could serve as a dinner table, too, right?
"I have to make a few more special arrangements," he lied to Alex.
"Ok," she said happily, still admiring the ballroom. Marik smiled, happy that she was happy. He stepped away from the table a few feet and snapped his fingers. The butler appeared at his elbow.
"Yes, master?" he asked, bowing respectfully.
"A nice dinner for two better be here in less than ten minutes if you want to keep that head firmly attached to your neck," Marik hissed.
The butler gulped and nodded quickly. "Yes-yessir! Right away!" He practically ran from the room in the direction of the kitchens.
Marik regained his calm composure and sat down with Alex.
Almost immediately, a server approached with two bowls containing some fresh lettuce. He also placed two dressings on the table along with a beautiful centerpiece of arranged fruit. The server bowed, and walked away.
"I don't know if I can eat," Alex said hesitantly.
"Why? What's wrong?" Marik asked, concerned.
"I'm afraid that if I take a single bite of anything, I'll pop through the seams on this dress." She spread some dressing on her salad anyway and speared a leaf.
Marik gave a mental sigh of relief that nothing was really the matter. "If you do, then those are poor stitches and I shall k- erm, dispose of the dressmaker." He ate his salad without dressing.
She gave him a stern look. "I know what you were about to say. Don't! Even if the stitches do break!"
Marik glowered, then snapped, "Don't give me an order!"
"Don't snap at me!"
"I'm not snapping!"
"Yes you are! And I'm not going to have a pointless argument with you!"
He opened his mouth and closed it, not finding words.
" I'll just hope that, for the dressmaker's sake, the dress remains intact." Alex said dryly.
"I- I'm sorry," Marik muttered.
"Here comes the main meal," his 'captive' announced, seemingly ignoring his last comment, but the tension disappeared as she grinned at him.
As they cut into the perfectly prepared steak, Alex was content with maintaining a contented silence. (heh, content and contented! hahahhahaha... erm.. sorry!) Marik's silence was more strained, due to the conversation and battle currently waging in his mind.
/No, you may NOT take over! This is MY date!/ Marik yelled, struggling for control.
//A date then, is it?// His yami questioned wickedly. He took advantage of Marik's embarrassed moment of silence to seize possession of the body. He nearly dropped the fork that his host had been moving towards their mouth before righting it smoothly. Alex chose that second to smile briefly at him and eat another piece of steak.
Yami Marik found himself wanting another smile like the one he had just been given. *Am I picking up on my hikari's feelings?* he couldn't help wondering. *If not, then how can such a mortal have this effect on me?!?* The yami was flabbergasted at this sudden display of vulnerability from himself.
He ate a chunk of meat, wrinkling his nose. It was too over-cooked, his preference being raw steak.
"Something wrong?" Alex asked, concern visible in her beautiful eyes. "No, not at all," Yami Marik made his voice sound like his light's and forced what he hoped could pass as a reassuring smile.
"Just checking," Alex said, obviously not convinced.
Yami Marik noted this and reviewed it with mild surprise. This simple girl could see past his facial and mental facade! How disturbing! How........... amusing. He suddenly grinned. It was a hawk's cruel smile, the one worn when is spots a mouse running across an open field. This could work to his advantage!
"Here comes the dessert!" Alex exclaimed, delighted.
"I hope you like brownies and hot fudge." Yami Marik smiled, a one of pure satisfaction this time. If he got to carry out the plan he had in mind, his host was as good as shattered.
The yami felt the real Marik redouble his efforts for control. Perhaps he'd better let the boy take over for now.....
Yes.
Yes, that was best.
If Alex knew about him, his plot would be ruined- and what fun would that be? Yami Marik gave a mental malicious chuckle and withdrew to his soul room to congratulate himself and his intelligence.
Marik reassumed control and cut a portion of brownie from the dish. "How is it?" he asked Alex, evicting all shakiness from his voice.
"Excellent!" answered Alex, taking another bite.
"Best in my life!" she announced a minute later, though her message was somewhat muffled through the brownie in her mouth.
Marik laughed heartily, feeling a little better, a little stronger. One hand was still shaking, however, so he hid it under the table. Fights with his yami often had this aftereffect.
"You know," Alex started thoughtfully. "This was most unexpected."
"What?"
"The fancy clothes, the dinner, and the dancing to come-" Her voice was gaining more and more strength.
"This is more than a dare, isn't it, Marik?"
The 'evil mad man' found it hard to swallow. He reached for his glass and raised it to his lips.
"This is a date."
He choked on a sip of wine until he managed to swallow it.
"I guess," Marik mumbled.
"You're just too scared to call it that, aren't you?" Alex's eyes gleamed triumphantly.
//This female's got you on the ropes!// Yami Marik howled with maniacal laughter inside his head.
"No," he defended himself against both voices. "But, do you want it to be?"
"Be what?"
"A date!" Now Alex was walking on eggshells. If she said no, he might be offended. And this mattered to her because- she couldn't finish that thought.
If she said yes, that was a whole different story. And she might catch him offguard if she was carefully shy.
"Yes," Alex said after thinking. She blushed slightly. "I think I do want it to be a date."
There was a moment of silence. "Ah," Marik said. *That was most unexpected....* "Ok....."
Alex was mentally giggling at his sheepish answer until a quiet snort made it physical too.
"I knew it!" Marik said indignantly, setting down his fork on the empty plate. "You're laughing at me for getting put on the spot!"
"No, I'm - I'm not!" she protested, chuckling. "I- I- hahahahha!" Alex broke out into full laughter.
"I - I'm not, seriously!" she tried again.
"You are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are NOT!" Alex picked up an apple from the centerpiece between them and chucked it at his head. Marik caught the fruit easily. He raised an eyebrow.
"That was pathetic."
Alex began to say something, but stopped as music came on. She jumped a little in her seat, and twisted about to see where it was coming from. Marik hid a smile behind his hand as he watched her.
"It's magic," he answered her questioning look, and she laughed.
"Right... come on, let's dance!" Alex shouted eagerly. "I love this song!"
//Nothing to put it off now, eh, hikari?// observed Yami Marik gleefully.
"Sure," his light answered Alex gloomily.
"Honestly! You can't be that bad!" His date wheedled, tugging lightly on his arm. Marik reluctantly rose from his seat and followed her out into the middle of the dance floor. "This song's awesome. It's called 'Head Over Feet'-"
"I know what it's called!" Marik interrupted, tense with nervousness.
"-And it's an easy song to dance to." Alex finished, unruffled. "Ok, now try to relax. And just.... erm, jiggle." She laughed at the wording of her sentence.
"You sure did," Alex muttered in response to the lyrics and Marik chuckled, his body moving more loosely.
"Nu-uh," she interjected.
"It is not!" Marik objected and Alex snorted.
"Keep moving, but notice what you're doing!" she said suddenly. "It's perfect!"
Marik smiled proudly, forgot what he was doing and tripped promptly over his own feet. He waited for laughs, but got none. He looked up to see Alex still dancing with her eyes closed, the blue dress swishing with her every step. Marik smiled, jumped quietly to his feet and started dancing again.
Marik bowed, half-jokingly, as the music faded away and Alex curtsied in return.
"You're not that bad afterall." she complimented.
"You're a whole lot more graceful." he admitted enviously.
"I think it's from kickboxing."
Marik laughed, quieting an instant later as the next song came on.
"SOAK UP THE SUN!" Alex screamed excitedly and her date sweatdropped slightly. "I love this song!"
"Gee, I couldn't tell," Marik rolled his eyes sarcastically. He was suddenly jerked forward and found himself pressed against a warm body.
"Um...."
"This is another type of dancing!" Alex shouted over the introduction music.
"Are we supposed to be this close?!?" Marik yelped back, fearing he would lose his senses this close to the girl he loved.
If she answered, he didn't hear; after Alex's exclamation, the sound had begun increasing. His servants that were working the music must have heard how much she liked the song and turned it up. *Just wait till I get back there...* Marik threatened to no one in particular. Then they were dancing and he could manage no rational thoughts at all.
Alex's voice started going hoarse from shout/singing near the end, and Marik let loose a mental chuckle.
"Whew!" she said weakly as the last instrument played out. "I swear, that is the best song ever written." They were still quite close and she looked up into his face, eyes sparkling mischievously. "And that is the best dance, isn't it, Marik?"
"It was fine." he said stubbornly, unwilling to say anything that might incriminate him.
Alex laughed. "Ooh! The next song!" She turned her attention towards the music. "YEAH! EVANESCENCE!" she cried. "Score!"
"Who?" asked Marik, oblivious.
"Only my favorite band," she said irritably. "It's 'Bring me to Life'"
"I knew that," he said quickly and she rolled her eyes up high to the ballroom ceiling and back down to the dance floor.
"Uh-huh. And you've got blood-free hands."
Marik didn't have a reply to that.
"What kind of dance was that?!?" Marik demanded, bemused. "There was no rhythm! You were just- just FLOPPING EVERYWHERE!"
"It was a crazy dance," Alex explained, still playing air guitar. "You just do whatever."
"There's actually a dance like that?" he asked incredulously.
"Yup!" she answered.
"Now comes the song that I know how to dance to!" Marik said happily as opening music played. He bowed and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" His voice was serious.
"Did you have to ask?" Alex took his hand and drew closer to him. He placed one arm around her waist and cupped the small of her back with the other hand. She smiled and fit comfortably into this loose embrace.
I don't know why you care
He doesn't even know you're there
'Cause he don't love your eyes
And he don't love your smile
Girl you know that ain't fair
The middle of the night is he gonna be by your side
Or will he run and hide
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I've got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Does he know how you feel
Are you sure that it's real
Does he ease your mind
Or does he break your stride
Did you know that love could be a shield
The middle of the night is he gonna be by your side
Or will he run and hide
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I've got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Ever since I saw your face nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end
I looked around this whole damn place and everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Marik was afraid to look down by the end of the song. *Why on earth did I choose that song? I should've just done something else!*
"Marik!" her voice sounded up firmly to him. "Look at me, would you?"
He cautiously tilted his head downward, terrified of what he would see. But Alex was smiling!
"It was a great pick," she told him. "And that was some fancy footwork."
Marik grinned in thanks, and blurted out "I meant it, you know. When you woke up in my room and I said it...... it was real."
"I know." Alex said slowly. "I think I even knew it then. You kidnapped me because of it, right?"
"Yes," Marik said, embarrassed. How could he have taken the girl he loved away from her friends and family like that? What had he been thinking?
"You can go back, now, if you want," He said quietly. It might have been the hardest sentence he had ever managed to voice aloud.
"Really?" Alex asked hopefully.
"Yeah." The word was more a sigh than consent.
"I want to see my friends.... and my mom and brother, I guess. But I don't want to stop this."
"You don't hate me?" Marik's voice shook a little as he spoke the possibility that haunted him in his sleep.
"No," she answered truthfully. "I- I love you. I've had crushes before. But this? This is it."
"Ah," he said vaguely, wondering if he was asleep and dreaming. If he'd wake up and the dance was still looming ahead of him. Then Marik felt the dance floor under his feet, heard another song playing softly in the background, and saw Alex looking up patiently into his eyes, waiting for him to say something.
And he, the dumbass, couldn't think of anything.
By some weird magnetism, their faces drew closer together. They were five inches apart, then three, then one.
And finally- none.
Their lips touched, drew back in surprise, then pressed harder against each other. Marik thought he'd never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. Eventually (neither could say how long), they parted for air. Now it was Alex who was speechless.
"Erm........"
"Wow," Marik said softly.
"Yes," she agreed. "Do you think.............?"
"Yeah."
He captured her mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.
oos: OMG! That was crappy, wasn't it? Geez, it took me forever to write from the dumbass comment on. An hour actually. Isn't that pathetic? Oh well. It's done now. I really hope you liked it. In fact, if I get twenty reviewers who say they want a sequel, I'll make the possibility a reality.
Enjoy the rest of the summer,
Aithril