Sugar
Summary: You can't blame me for stealing....to me he was always mine. (One-Shot Manny/Craig)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Obivously.
I would trace the cold frozen cloth underneath my fingertips over and over again waiting for him on frozen wasteless days. The air around me was always thick, and everything was always quiet except for the smell of gasoline and snow.
I was annoyed on those days. I pouted as I waited. On those days I was fierce. I could manipulate, I knew this much. I could manipulate in silent rooms and in my head. I could show him everything and press my mouth against his and smile. I could get him drunk off me.
On those days he would say everything I'd waited for all along. I'd sit and wait hidden in the cold, building it up in my head. Yet the second he'd walk in that door my speech would break. He'd look at me and smile. This was his curse. He had the tendency to make me, even so annoyed, smile. To make me laugh and cover up my whole pouting act. He never got to see it for more than a second. He had the tendency of looking right through.
At those moments I was his. I still am.
I remember the nights during the fall when I'd sneak into his room. He wouldn't say anything to me, we both knew what we'd come for. Sometimes he'd talk to me afterwards, say little things in my ear that would make me smile as I'd lay for a few moments just listening to him breathing. Sometimes I'd stay the whole night, knowing it would worry him. Knowing the first few times he wanted me gone right away as I was a constant reminder of what he had just given in to.
Eventually he learned. Eventually he learned that I wasn't going anywhere, that what we had wouldn't just stop one day. I remember the exact day he accepted this. We were together on his floor; he was tracing my belly button over and over again. We feel asleep that night and he didn't let me go. As stupid as it sounds, I knew it was then. I knew I had won.
We kept that fall together a secret; I kept that winter together to myself. Sometimes I still remember waiting.... he'd come in like he didn't have a care in the world. I'd melt and share my sugarcoated lip-gloss with him. People looked at us and thought there was something so wrong with what we had...people probably wonder how I could have done that. In those moments there was nothing wrong about it. I wasn't stealing, he had already taken me.
In the aftermath I still remember him screaming at me. Knowing then my pure innocence had faded for him. I took something from him he'd never have. I'd broken him in those moments, and I walked away knowing I was walking away from everything I'd wanted.
We were just kids.
That's what everyone told us. We weren't ready. We were just kids as we fell asleep in his garage my face against his chest falling, my other hand tracing his lips. In those moments it wasn't wrong. Everything was right. Everything in my world was perfect on those late nights with him. I hadn't taken anything from anybody. You can't help it when someone takes a piece of you, and never gives it back. You can blame me for loving him. You can blame me for anything. But you can't blame me for stealing anything, because I knew something deep down.
To me he was mine. He was always mine.