Okay this chapter is a little more…um, mature? Nothing graphic, but, I put warnings before any questionable material.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Tim Burton: Well, go on, write it on the chalkboard!
Me: "I do not own Edward Scissorhands, anything created by Tim Burton, or Tim Burton himself." (Grumble)
Tim Burton: Good, good. Now write it 665 more times!
Me: WHAT! NO!
Tim Burton: Do it or I'll turn it on…
Me: You…you wouldn't!
Tim Burton: I so would.
Me: No…not…not…Paris Hilton's "Stars are Blind"!
Tim Burton: Mwahaha! (Runs away to evil lair of doom)
(Don't get offended by the Paris Hilton flame. I just can't stand her, I'm free to have my opinion and you're free to have yours. Please don't say anything mean about this. )
Chapter 7:
By the time they left the theater it was about twelve o clock. In eight hours they had to find new clothes, and a place to settle in. It would be tough, no doubt.
First thing first. They had to find a place to live in. They could stay in a hotel for now, but for how long?
"The rent costs a hundred dollars a week." Said the landlord of the first apartment they looked at. The place wasn't too pleasant, either. The walls were once white but now stained a brownish color, the windows were hard to open, and there was only one bedroom. They could even see a few spiders here and there.
"We'll take it." Kim said finally, brushing some dust off of her shoulder.
"Alright, I expect you'll be all moved in by next week."
"Yes sir."
"Eh, try not to cut anything." The chubby man said, eyeing Edward. Kim had the biggest urge to jump on him and throw him out the window…or worse: make him actually live in the apartment, but that wouldn't be a smart move at the moment. In the position they were in, this apartment was a blessing. Besides, with Edward's design talent, they could maybe even fix up the place; make it somewhat easier to live in.
After that was settled, it was time for clothes shopping. They used the money from the envelope because if they didn't, Edward might have had a chance of losing the job he was possibly getting. Finding a normal-looking outfit for him wasn't at all a hard task, because he was as thin as any of the display mannequins and pretty much fit into anything. Kim found a perfect dress shirt, pants, shoes and tie for him. He'd look stunning. And luckily she didn't need to buy anything since she packed a black dress with her. She never thought she'd actually need it, but she was glad she brought it.
Finally, they went to check into a hotel. They found a nice looking one called "The Burton Hotel" and decided to stay there until they settled into their apartment. The place was half lit and the walls were painted a very dark gray. Kim liked that. She felt so… at home. She could tell Edward did too because he started poking everything with his shears. It was quite amusing to watch, for some reason.
She looked at the skeleton-shaped clock. 5:00 pm, it said. They had to start getting ready. She looked at herself in the mirror. She really hated the way she looked. Her strawberry-blonde hair was covered in random streaks of black and dark red. She took one strand of hair and held it out. If hair could feel pain, hers must have been dying.
"Would…would you like me to cut it for you?" Edward said, his reflection appearing in the giant mirror.
"Sure…yes, yes I would." She answered. She didn't know why, but whenever she was around him, she found difficulty talking without stuttering. Whenever he gazed at her, she was filled up with so many emotions, many of which she didn't even recognize. She felt herself sit down in the armchair placed in the middle of the room. Edward slowly got behind her and Kim got a glimpse of his huge scissors right in front of her face. It was funny; she had mechanisms that, with a single accidental snip could seriously injure her, literally two inches away from her face, and she never felt more comfortable and safe in her entire life. She closed her eyes and fell into a short oblivion of snipping noises and bright colors. When she finally opened her eyes, a few minutes later, she already felt like a different person, without even looking at the new cut yet. She slowly rose up and headed towards the mirror. When she saw herself, she couldn't speak.
Her hair, which was, five minutes ago, at waist length and a disaster, was now just like it was when she first met Edward, only even prettier. He snipped off all the angry-looking strands of artificial color and made her hair shine and draw positive attention to her face.
"Do…do you…like it?"
Since she was speechless, she just turned around and kissed him on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him. She felt him trying to put his arms around her, but he couldn't. He could never hold her.
But she didn't care. She'd do the holding for the both of them.
She finally broke away when she needed to breathe, and just stood there looking at him, as he did at her.
"I love it. Thank you." She said with a smile.
She took her black dress out of her bag and got dressed in the bathroom. She felt a surge of self confidence pass through her body as she looked at herself in the dress. The lace sleeves, the velvet fabric all seemed to shine a bit brighter now that she had a smile on her face, which was now more visible due to the new cut.
She finally got out after about ten minutes and saw Edward sitting on the bed, looking at his shears. But, his attention was fixed upon her as soon as she came into sight.
"You look beautiful".
God, she'd do anything to hear that same phrase from him every day for the rest of her life. Usually, when people said that, she never took it seriously at all, but Edward's voice was filled with a bona fide honesty and genuine kindness that made her never want to stop smiling.
"Thank you. Now, we need to get you dressed."
Suddenly, something occurred to her. It was summer. God knew how hot he must have been in that leather ensemble, and she couldn't just put the clothes over the leather suit like her mother once did. She had to remove it first. This was going to be awkward.
But, then again, he made her feel more comfortable, so it was only right for her to return the favor.
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She sat on the bed with him, keeping the shopping bag full of new clothes next to her. She felt herself begin to tremble.
She reached out to his neck to remove the clasps. She felt her face turn a bright red. She was amazed at the thoughts racing through her head.
She worked her way down, pulling away every little strap. She wondered if he thought this was a crazy situation just like she did. Unfortunately, she was too afraid to look him in the eyes.
After an eternity, she took off the top part of the suit completely.
Now what?
She lowered her head in embarrassment. Why did she have to do this? Why couldn't she just do the simpler thing and put the clothes over the suit? Why? She wanted to bang herself on the head for her stupidity.
"Kim?"
She raised her head to look at him. He looked so casual about the whole thing. He sat there, all innocent-looking, to her amazement. He was completely clueless as to how absurd this would seem to anyone else.
The rest of his body was just as pale as his face. His chest and arms were covered with stitches, and gave him a grotesque, yet mysteriously beautiful appearance. She felt so terrible. She could not stop staring.
His pallor next to the shiny black suit lying next to him made her think of the moon against the clear night sky. She always wanted to be on the moon, isolated from the rest of the world…
She suddenly reached up and kissed him again. She felt him collapsing under her and they both fell down on the mattress. Pulling, the purple covers over them both, she continued kissing him. She even, for a second, felt him kiss her back.
She broke away. She had to say something.
"I love you."
She looked straight into his eyes and buried her head in his neck. She could stay there forever.
Suddenly, she felt something light on her head. He kissed her forehead. She felt like she could just take the form of a thousand butterflies and fly in eternal happiness.
"I love you too." He whispered. Barely audible, but she heard it.
She planted her lips on his, holding him in her arms, desperately trying to be close to him. She realized the barrier between them was her dress.
She pulled it off, throwing it carelessly onto the floor.
She heard his hands, which were outstretched so he wouldn't accidentally hurt her, start to make loud snipping noises. The feeling of her bare skin against his must have caused him to become nervous.
She kept her face on his, running her fingers through his hair, which, unlike its appearance was actually soft and smooth. She pulled the covers over them even more, and slid underneath, temporarily out of view.
She tossed off her undergarments and quickly removed the remainder of his suit and threw it on the floor next to her lonely dress. There were no barriers now.
She finally pulled the deep purple covers completely over their heads and felt herself climb on top of him. She kissed every part of him, and they connected into one being, destroying all the sounds around them except their own.
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If you didn't read that…they had sex. I'm blushing so much right now. That was so bloody hard for me to write. Forgive me if it's really bad, but it's my first time writing something like this. Next chapter will be more about the plot. R&R, please. Only good reviews, same as usual.