Disclaimer: I do not own "Newsies" or any of the genius associated to them. Disney owns them, no infringement intended. I am not making money from this in any way, I claim no rights to the characters mentioned from the movie, but I do claim the plot and the ideas surrounding this story. Don't steal, don't sue, and I'm sure we will all be grand friends.
A/N: I think I'm in love with this story.
Warning: PG-15 (angst, adult situations)
Chapter 2
ii.)
Girl
Explicit does not understand
(herself or him)
BLACK marks
mirror white to make a map
his treasure's are too well hidden
for her fingertips to find
he says: "everything f.a.d.e.s"
even
relationships have an afterglow
They call him Boy Anachronism because he always seems to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He calls her Girl Explicit because she wears her heart on her sleeve and never leaves anything to the imagination. He doesn't bother to explain this to her, and it is better that way. Communication is secondary and often gets lost in his messes. If she thought it important he knows that she could look it up (the internet was nearby since dictionaries are archaic), but she spends all of her time thinking about him (and no matter how hard she searched – she would never find mention of him besides the bathroom walls.).
Black marks from a magic markers – oh the magic they could bring – ran concurrently with pale pink and white dashes like a map on his skin. With her fingertips she traces the pattern but they never quite found the treasure that he'd hidden far too deeply inside for her to find (did he even know where it was?). Just before she manages to put together all of the pieces the marks fade and change into new unexplored paths. New lines crisscross over older ones, scars or otherwise, in glorious disarray. He was just as cluttered on the inside.
"Why not just get a tattoo?" she asks as she watches him retrace old lines.
"Everything natural fades. Making it permanent hurts." Something in the way she speaks sets his stomach on edge.
She should worry, but she doesn't. Deep inside, but not quite as deep as his treasure, she hopes to change his philosophy (even if it is just a little). For now, however, she'd settle for temporary. She'd find another time to talk about it (at least that's what she tells herself). They have a habit of paving over cracks (gaping holes) in their relationship with sex and drugs. This instance is no exception.
Girl Explicit kisses Boy Anachronism. The girl's lips are larger and hungrier than the boy's and all she wants is to swallow him whole (she just wants him inside of her). He tastes like cigarettes, day old gin, and strawberries. It is a combination as odd and ever changing as the boy. Her fingers move along his skin like a blind girl reading Braille. Those sensitive pads of her fingers notice all of the new gashes and marks on his body and she wonders when he has the time to make them. It isn't that they are always together – she just hates seeing him tear himself apart.
He is so pale that his skin is almost opaque. His body is like bamboo; long, thin, pale, and surprisingly breakable (not to mention hollow). Her hummingbird heart beats ten miles a minute when he touches her and she can see that his mirrors her own. Maybe it was just a figment of her imagination, but she could have sworn she could see his throbbing heart rocking his sternum (what would she give just to crawl inside of that barely-there heart and find out what really made it beat?). On her back beneath him she traces down his Christmas bulb spine and stares into his wide Atlantic eyes (she drowning in his undertow). Sometimes she swears that he is the one who is disappearing and not the fading ink, scabs, and scars on his body.
She would have been petrified if she knew how true that was.
A/N: Thanks to stress, Dippy Conlon, and xoborogrlxo for the reviews.
To anyone who is reading this – I'd love feedback on this piece. It is different than anything else I've really ever done so flames, constructive criticism, rave reviews, and/or anything in between are all way welcome!