Never Tell
She was an angel on stage. I can't help but watch the way
her hips swayed,
the way she swung her hair. She was an
enchantress.
Not that I can tell her that.
From my
place on the stage I can silently watch her from behind, her
angelic
voice pounding from the speaker next to me. Everyone
assumes I'm looking out
at the crowd. I'm more than happy to keep
up that assumption.
The beat was tapped out to the next song
and everything about her changed.
She went from upbeat dances to a
slow sway, back and forth. It had been a new
song. We were trying
something new, a ballad. She had written it and he had
been more
than happy to play it.
I can remember the way her eyes lit up
when I enthusiastically agreed to it.
She was so excited. The
first time we played it her voice was so melodious, so
full of
emotion, I had been brought to tears. Of course I wiped them
away
before anyone could see them. I am a manly man, after
all.
We finished the song and she said good by and goodnight
to them all. I
followed her out of the building into the
street.
"That was incredible!" She cried, throwing
her arms around my neck. I fought
a blush, hugging her
back.
You're song was amazing." I nodded as she let
go of me. I tried to hide my
blush as we headed to the White
House. We nodded a hello to the different
guards on our way to the
kitchen, grabbing a snack from the fridge before
heading into the
living room to watch a bit of Television.
We sat on the couch,
the three of us. Both of them were on my left. He was
leaning
against the ar of the couch, she had rested her fore arms on
her
knees,
leanig forward, jumping whenever something scary happened.
I
didn't even look at the televison, more enchanted by her. Her long
thick
brown curls, her big, bright, beautiful brown eyes, her
smooth tan skin. What
I loved most was her smile. When she smiled
her whole face lit up. She glowed
like the angel on top of a
christmas tree. She was all I ever thought about.
As the movie
ended she leaned back, laying against me. My arm instictively
wrapped
around her, slowly stroking her hair. It was so soft, and smelled
like
lavender. Her breathing steadied as she fell asleep in my
arms. As I looked
down at Her I only thought one thing,
I can never tell her the truth.
By BeautyofGrace
((Note:
Take it upon yourself to decide the pairing, I was too stinkin'
lazy
to decide))