Things I'll Never Say
Airy: This is a new fic to get my others started. Please read and review. This fic is based on Things I'll Never Say, by Avril Lavigne. Enjoy!
Chapter One, Love from a Broken Soul
"I'll be right back! I'm going downtown for a while" Mariah called over her shoulder, trying desperately to pull her pink/blue bunny hug over her head. Risking a glance behind her, she sighed as she watched her male team mates continue watching TV. They were obviously oblivious to anything she said.
Opening the door, she dashed out into the cool air, tucking her hands inside of her jacket pockets. Her pink shoes made a 'splish' sound as it connected with the damp cement ground. The streets were empty, for some reason, most people were inside their homes, still sleeping. It was only 5:30 in the morning, and for some reason Mariah was always up at the crack of dawn.
It usually looked like this after it rained. Touring with the Bladebreakers, they found themselves in the flamboyant and exciting city of Chicago. Canada wasn't a bad start.
Finding her pockets no use, she cupped her hands over her mouth, breathing cold air onto them in an attempt to warm herself. faded, bleach whiskered jeans loose against her slim legs didn't keep her warm at all.
Two blocks into her walk, rain started to fall. It was barely discernible, though, as it fell and landed on her like mist. Comforting and subtle.
She stopped and looked up at the sky in admiration, watching the orange/yellow sun cast beautiful oranges, pinks and purples against the clouds.
Realized that if she stayed like this forever, she'd have to get whatever from the store uptown, but things were expensive and less good quality. Yet, she remained glued to the spot. The sunrise kept her mesmerized.
It had been so long since she saw a sunrise this beautiful and enjoying every second of it felt like the right thing to do.
She was falling into a trance, her soft honey gold eyes radiant with the suns gentle kiss. Growing a little numb everywhere, she would have been relaxed, had not a voice interrupted her moment.
"Just so you know," a cold, rough and gruff voice began.
Greatly startled, Mariah spun around, her eyes locking with lilac ones.
"It's a little odd finding a girl standing in the middle of the road staring at nothing. But then again, her having pink hair is an instant give-off, if you know what I mean."
She looked at him, puzzled. She felt like she should know him, he looked familiar. Lilac eyes, hair almost the same except for a more lavender tint, stunningly pale skin, the way he dressed (like it was January) and the build. A strong, fit build.
It clicked. "Bryan!"
He laughed menacingly, "You obviously dyed your hair pink. You think like a blonde." He stared at her, amused.
Her glare made his smirk only grow bigger. With pupils growing into narrow slits, she said very roughly, "What do you want here? Can't you see how much damage you've done to the White Tigers so many years ago?" Her glare increased several notches, the expression in her liquid gold eyes abruptly freezing. She was a bit surprised to see the ice in his eyes fade.
"Yeah. I remember." He walked towards her, hands in pocket and eyes focusing on her.
Mariah flinched, "Get away from me!" but even her statement punctuated with a growl didn't faze him.
He didn't stop. Standing directly in front of her, he lifted his arm above his head, as if to strike her.
Crying out in shock and fear, she immediately put her hands in front of her face, waiting for the pain to arrive and pass.
She waited a moment, and then a couple more. Only a car like sound came. The cold sting never came and she risked opening an eye.
He stood, arm still in the air. Her heart was beating so hard, it threatened to jump out of her chest. He stared at her, an indescribable look in his eyes and a grim expression.
"Hey, move!" a voice called from behind her, shouting from an open window in his truck, "crazy girl! If your boyfriend hadn't waved me down, I could've hit you!"
Breathing heavily, she ran over to the sidewalk. Bryan retreated his arm and headed down the road leading into another level of buildings and structures. The man drove by, and it was then that Mariah realized what had happened.
Stupidly, while she was standing in the middle of the crossroads, gazing at the sun, the driver could barely see her through frosted windows. Had not it been for the deeper color of brown on Bryan's jacket, she would have been hit.
Gasping lightly under her breath, she turned to Bryan and watched his tall, retreating figure disappear further and further down the road.
With the event still in her head, she followed after him. It was amazing, her thinking he was about to hit her when he really just saved her from severe injury.
"hey!" she shouted angrily when she had come a close distance to him. He gave her no notice, but kept walking.
She planted herself in front of him, spreading her arms out, "hey, what was that about!" She demanded, almost angrily. In confusion of his sudden change, frustration had set into her mind, "Why on earth did you do that?"
He stared at her, "What? Would you prefer it if I just left you there to become road kill? Sorry. If you are ever in a life threatening situation again, I won't bother. Promise."
She gazed into his eyes, trying to look past the barrier of stone and find the reason for his actions, "You hurt Ray."
He blinked and looked down to his feet and then back into her gaze, "I guess we're even now." He nodded.
"So you only wanted self redemption."
"I guess." he pushed past her. Mariah followed, walking along beside him. Keeping her gaze forward as the sun rose higher into the sky. She had nearly forgotten how cold she was, but her warm breath that caused fog in front of her mouth had become visible and her brain got the message. She was near frozen.
Wishing she had not thought of it so she'd remain in a warm mental state, she shivered lightly, folding her arms and tried to gain warmth.
"SURPRISE!" Tyson yelled as soon as the door swung open. Launching himself at whoever answered the door, the victim was soon recognized.
"Tyson, get off me!" Lee exclaimed, obviously annoyed.
"Well, it looks like someone's missed you!" Kevin whistled.
Tyson smirked evilly, "Well, if you wanted a hug, you could have said it! Come here, buddy!" Kevin ran as if for his life. Tyson chased after him.
"Ray!" Lee cried in surprise, giving his old friend a hug.
Ray smiled, and hugged his friend back, "long time no see, eh?" He noticed someone missing, "Where's Mariah?"
Lee's smile disappeared, "Uh, I'm not sure. Probably went to the store or something, I guess. You know, she's the early bird."
The excitement in Ray's expression fell a bit, "Oh, well, she'll be back later. How's everyone?"
Lee nodded, gesturing behind Ray, "Who's the new girl?"
Hilary, the once ecstatic brunette intent on coming to Chicago stood behind Ray, partially outside, partially inside.
"I'm Hilary." she interrupted, "And if you wouldn't mind, Ray could you please move aside! I'm kind of freezing out here!"
Ray blushed and Lee laughed. Ray, his forgetful yet friendly old friend still hadn't changed. Not one bit.
"Would you stop following me?" Bryan growled, coming to a sudden stop. It had been two minutes into the walk and he had finally given notice to her presence, "You were fun to bug, but this is getting out of hand."
Mariah let a playful smirk tug at the corner of her lips, "Exactly why I'm following you."
Bryan shook his head and glared at her before continuing his walk. Mariah laughed silently and tried to keep up with him, which was hard seeing as he stood about 6'1, while her petite frame matched her petite height: 5'6.
"Where are you going, by the way?" Curiosity overcame Mariah.
Bryan grunted, not making eye contact, "I was heading towards my apartment. I was supposed to be there hours ago. Now I'm in a bloody hell of trouble with the guys."
Mariah whistled, "What are you guys doing in Chicago? Wasn't there a Moscow tournament?"
"It cancelled out. The new plan is to defeat the Majestics, Bladebreakers and yourselves."
"And you still kept the notch above hard by saving me?"
"it would have been easier to win," He thought on that, "you know, I should have let you get hit by that car. The competition would have been easier."
And even though he sounded serious, Mariah knew that he was kidding. During the last 25 minutes she knew his heart. She switched gears and used his words against him.
"So you think I'm a tough blader?" She said with an air of confidence.
He paused and stared at her, "I never said that."
"You were implying it."
"No I wasn't!"
"Yes you did! You said without me, the White Tigers would be defenseless!"
"They could, because maybe more people would fight them knowing loud mouth wasn't with them. It's a possibility I'd bet my money on."
"I know you don't mean that." Mariah smiled.
Bryan ignored her for the next four minutes while Mariah chattered on, unaware of how awkward this would look if she saw herself near half an hour earlier.
Bryan found meaning in the word ignorance was bliss. He continued to do so until he noticed her rubbing her arms in vain and attempting to warm up by shoving her hands in her pocket from time to time.
Having felt sympathy for the girl, he unzipped the front of the jacket. Mariah stopped and faced him, curious as of to what he was doing.
He pulled the jacket off. Swinging the jacket behind her and catching it with his other hand, he pulled it over her small, thin shoulders, making sure that it fit comfortable. Upper body wise, he only had his dark navy t-shirt on and a pair of brown leather gloves.
The jacket was a type of warm material with a warmer substance inside. The soft fur helped keep warmth insolated in his jacket, so he found no use in wearing a warmer shirt underneath.
"There." He said, satisfied. Walking with Mariah along beside him, she tried to read the expression of his face. Though she was thankful for the warmth of the jacket, even more warm with the fact that he had been wearing it for a while, his body heat giving it a less cold feel.
She cocked her head, "Thanks, Bryan." He only nodded.
"Doesn't the cold bother you?"
"I'm Russian. I've been cold since day one."
"Nobody can get to the cold. Like nobody wants to be alone. And even if you won't admit it, I know you don't."
He sighed and went on as if he didn't care.
"You know," she continued, trying to make the words come out of her mouth like they were written in her head, "You're not as cold as everyone makes you out to be. You're sweet."
He stopped altogether and looked at her. He took notice as of how beautiful she was. With her hair let loose, it blew in the wind, in her peach face, the fuchsia making a great stand out of her eyes. Those eyes. Thos honeyed orbs of gold that could make him feel like maybe, just maybe someone had cared for him.
He let a gloved hand touch her cheek. She gazed at him curiously. Slowly, they both leant in, the gap between them slowly closing. Soon their lips touched, the flesh on flesh knowledge making their thoughts become⦠misty. Floaty like a cloud. It only took four seconds for the next action. Bryan let his other hand rest softly on her hip, pulling her closer to him. Obviously feeling like paradise was the now, Mariah let one hand caress the back of his neck while the other rested on his arm. She was happy.
The kiss broke off all too soon and Mariah found herself gazing into those gorgeous eyes she had come to enjoy gazing at. They held confusion, and for the first time, they looked human.
"Mariah!" The cry knocked her out of her high like state, "where are you!"
DG?Airy: Chapter one! Please read AND review! Next chap will be up sooner if you do. That's all folks!
Buh-Bye, Diligodea.
