So, here's my next addition. All (but Mama's Song) have been updated and edited. So, here's this song that I worked myself sick over. I kind've hate how long this is, I didn't mean for it to be, but it is.
Anyways, this piece is DEDICATED to ShatteredAngelWings for her continued support and bright ideas. Also, for her diligent work in updating as often as possible. She is way more responisble than I am *blushes*.
Also: Puedes encontrar un unicornio? (Have you ever encountered an unicorn?)
Summary: So, I am twenty-one with no life. Does that constitute for anything? Such as a superb dating life? No? Fine. I'll stick to being a schizo, hardworking, crazy waitress. Yeah. Does that mean I get to blame my mental problem when I spill coffee? Or is just the fact that I really didn't realize that? Maybe fate? Though this is mostly likely chance. How could I- I?!- ever date the mysterious, emerald eyed Derek Souza- or says Rae. Though my personal opinion is that he's just a teenage jock in a twenty-four year old body. But my tingling lips say otherwise.
This Kiss by Faith Hill
The color green. I didn't even realize that until we were inches away from each other. His eyes were the color of emeralds. A frightening, sharp and piercing color, speaking of intelligence and power. But also of someone gentle.
"I'm so sorry." I said again.
"You're fine." He grunted, but grabbed more napkins.
"I'm really, really-"
"It's fine. Nothing to do about it now, we can just clean it up." I nodded and blushed.
Pulling out of my pocket his check and coupons, I put the coupons in front of him while I continued to clean up the spill. I looked at the check and flinched. I was going to be paying twenty five bucks. This was so coming out of my budget.
"What are these for?" I looked up to see him pointing at the coupons.
"Half of my repayment to you. I will also pay your check. It's all on me. I'm am so sor-" I yelped as someone came from behind me jumpedstarted me. I spun around and slid in the coffee that had leaked onto the floor. I landed with an oomph and a curse from my cushion. Nate laughed at me.
"I hate you." I whispered-yelled at him. "You know I can't socialize with customers and I'm not even on break. Go bother your girlfriend, she's in the corner booth in the back."
"You don't call that socializing?" Nate pointed at me and I finally took in where I was sitting- the customer I spilled coffee all over. My arms were around his neck and his arms were wrapped around my waist, as if he'd been trying to keep me from falling. And I was sitting in his lap. I giggled nervously and was about to get off when I heard the sounds of Rachelle-the kind've nice girl who was the cashier and in charge of all waiters and waitresses. I had no idea how I was going to explain this to her.
About to get off the customer's lap, I slipped, again, in the coffee and fell into his chest. I chirped in surprise, Nate erupted into more laughter, and the customer just sat stock still with his arms still around me.
"What is going on here?" Rae asked, her voice confused and disbelieving. Nate stopped laughing and I quickly stood, but almost lost my balance- if the customer hadn't put a hand on my waist to keep me standing. I flushed a bright red.
"W-w-well, Rae, it- I just s-s-spilled- and I-" I flushed a brighter red as my speech impediment acted up with my embarrassment. Suddenly, there was a chuckle.
"Sorry. It's my fault." I turned to gape at the customer. No way, he would not- "I was teasing her and she accidentally spilled the coffee. She then jumped when he came to say hi and she fell in my lap. I kind of kept her there even though she tried to get out. My fault, ma'am." He stood, and turned to me and placing something in my hand as he leaned down, I didn't expect him to do what he did.
He kissed me, soft lips meeting mine. I gasped and he pulled away before I even comprehended the situation.
"Call me later," he glanced down at my name tag "Chloe." The customer left.
I don't want another heartbreak
I don't need another turn to cry, no
"No way!" Rae said. "You cannot, on any level, be dating the ever so yummy Derek Souza!"
"W-what?" I asked, still startled from the customer's kiss.
"You don't even know who your dating, do you?" Rae said.
"Umm," I glanced at the paper the customer had given me. His handwriting was sloppy, but legible, telling me his number and 'you're welcome. now continue the story- D'
"Yeah, I do thanks." I said, tucking the paper into my apron. "I just didn't know he was the huge owner. We've only been dating a little while."
Rae glanced at me reproachfully. "Fine, get behind the counter and get to work. I will excuse it this once."
"Thanks Rae!" I said, smiling. I picked up all the dishes on the table and hurried away, ready to hand off the dishes and get back to work. Giving an apologetic smile to Nashla, the dishes girl, and whipped out my pen and notepad. Walking out from behind the counter, I flashed a smile at the customers.
"Hi! My name's Chloe and I'll be your server today. What would you like to drink?" I asked with a smile.
"Uh, I'll have a coke." The guy said. He looked over his menu at his companion, a pretty brunette.
"I'll take a lemonade." The girl smiled at me. "No ice please."
"'Kay, I'll be back with these." I said with a perky smile before walking off to the fountain. "A lemonade, no ice and a coke. I have another customer." I whispered to Kalli before walking off to greet my responsibility.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow!" I said, pulling off my apron as I clocked out.
"Who's taken your spot?" Rae asked.
"Bentlee." She nodded and waved me a goodbye. I nodded and left the diner, fiddling with the piece of paper my 'boyfriend's' number was written on. Pulling out my phone, I took a deep breath a dialed his number.
"Who is this?" A deep voice rumbled through the speaker after two rings.
"M-me." I stuttered.
"Ah, you're the girl with the speech impediment from JJ's Diner." He gave a rumbling chuckle.
Giggling nervously, I said, "Y-yeah that's me."
"So, it's six thirty. You didn't call earlier, why?"
I rolled my eyes at the obviousness of it. No one, until they worked at one, understands the work hours of a diner waitress. "Because I didn't get off work until now."
"You call that work?" He asked with an incredulous tone. Well, if he's a huge housing business man, of course he'd think that.
"Well, I called working a Shopko a part time job and I worked at Sonic in the wee hours of the morning. I also called that work." I could just see him rolling his eyes.
"Whatever, so you want to come over? Get to know each other if we're going to even be accomplices?"
"I would, but I have no idea where you live." I said, waiting for the light to turn green as I tapped my foot on the snowy sidewalk.
"Seriously? I thought every girl in New York did."
"Well, I wouldn't even know who you are if it wasn't for Rae, Nashla, Kalli and all the other girls at my work chatting about you non stop."
"You don't watch commercials? We air on almost every single channel you can get on cable."
"No, I watch TV. And I definitely don't drool over guys on commercials either."
"Alright then." But I could tell I'd taken him by surprise. He probably didn't get this often, girls not knowing who he was. Not that I'm really surprised, I've always thought of him as an arrogant, sarcastic, good with the girls kind of guy- the kind of guy I ignore. From the looks of it, I'm right. However, he seems a little bit more humble than what I took him for.
I don't want to learn the hard way
Baby hello, oh no, goodbye
I passed downtown, glancing at the street names and then down at my hand, checking the address Derek had given me. As I continued, I passed one particular apartment complex- Liam's. My heart pounded in my chest as if it wanted to escape, get away from the guy who had tried to capture and wreck it since my freshman year.
I looked away from the pristine building, looking instead at the cars passing by on the street. A huge mistake.
Someone came out of the building in a huff and ran right into me. I yelped as we both tumbled into a snow bank.
Cold, wet snow was covering my face, soaking into my coat, skirt and tights. A warm body laid on top of me as I shivered and froze atop the wintertime bounty.
"Sorry," a gruff voice said. I groaned and rolled over. Looking up I saw dark brown eyes, looking down at me with mischief and danger in their depths. Alertness shot through me and I scrambled out from underneath the unknown man.
"It's f-fine." I said quickly before starting on my way, wanting to get as much room between me and him as possible.
I ran into a solid body. I stumbled in surprise and looked up to see the amused face of Derek Souza.
"H-hey!" I said, smiling up at him sheepishly.
"Hello." a small smile curved his lips. "You seem to have a liking of falling into me."
I glowered. "Ha, ha. Very funny."
"Who's this, cutie?" a slimy, slick voice said from the right. The entrance.
I turned slowly to see Liam Malloy smiling at me slyly. Fear shuddered down my spine and I felt my entire body cower away from here.
"L-Liam." I stuttered, my mouth dry and fear burning in my heart as my pulse accelerated. "Hi, I-I haven't s-seen you in f-for-forever."
"Still have yet ta get that stutter away, huh?" his accent added to the disgustness that was him. I shivered in fear.
"N-no." my cheeks burned.
"I-I can t-tell." he mocked, an evil glint in his eyes that caused me to want to flee, to get as far away from him as possible.
"Leave her alone, Malloy." Derek said in a calm, commanding voice that soothed me. An arm, strong and warm, wrapped itself around my shoulders and brought me into his side where I relaxed slightly. With Derek, his presence reassuring, I knew at least, for once, I wasn't going to have to deal with the slug myself again. Last time, I'd almost died. Literally.
"And you have any right to order me around with my girl, Souza?" the deadly viper sneered.
"Yes, he does." I said, clearly and with no stutter. "Because I'm not your girl, Liam."
"Dude, leave the girl alone. Didn't you have enough fun with Banks?" a dark haired, brown-eyed man asked as he stepped out of the apartment complex. It took me a second before I recognized him as Ramon. He only tagged along on Liam's schemes, and he could be a creep, but he was a heck of a lot nicer than Liam. I'd rather be stuck with him than Liam any day.
A groan from the guy behind us, before he stood up. Dark eyes looked around, assessing Derek and Liam with a sense of unease. Ramon was barely glanced over before his eyes targeted me. I clung to Derek.
"Hello Chloe." his voice was sleek, one made for a liar. His dark, tossled hair and lying eyes scared me, his calloused palms didn't cause me to relax. They caused my hackles, if I was a dog, to rise and a small snarl to rip through me as the hair on my neck rose.
"Royce." I ground out. Sometimes Royce and Liam got along. Sometimes they didn't. When they didn't, it meant they were competing and that meant to get out of their way, and stay out of their way. Last year, the two of them were competing and two trained policemen died trying to break it up.
"I see you still remember me," he said, a sly grin spreading across his handsome and cold features.
"How could I not?" I spat, angry at the fun and amusement he was getting out of my unease. "You were all over the news for five years, your trial and all. Along with you also getting in deadly fights with Malloy." I felt Derek grip my hip and tug me closer to him, as I had begun to move towards the killer.
"You know them well?" Derek whispered into my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine, and an emotion that was completely unrelated to the current situation we were in.
"We went to high school together." I spat at Liam's wolfish smile, more bared teeth than anything.
"C'mon, little necro." I flinched away from his words. If Royce said one word about that- "Don't be like that. Who was the one who helped you when you were screaming?"
"I ran into you, on accident." I growled. Derek did not need to know about that incident. About the pills hidden in the deep recesses of my purse. "You didn't help me. If anything you caused it."
"Oh, you caused it yourself, little necro."
"No, I didn't." I snapped. But the voices surrounded me and the memories of when engulfed me. I began to shake.
"Come on, schizo." Liam purred. I flinched away from his slimy voice. "Don't tell me you don't miss those days. Have you even gotten over them?"
"Just leave me be, Malloy. I didn't do anything to you. So, go away."
"Oh, but necro," Royce hissed. "That is the exact same thing you said to the voices."
I flinched away from another painful memory. "Shut up, Banks."
Derek unwrapped his arm from around my shoulders and the freezing January wind howled in, causing me to shiver. I felt myself begin to curve in on myself as another someone I'd hoped would help me ran away as they found out I was crazy.
But Derek didn't leave. Instead, he snatched my tiny hand in his and pulled me away from the three predators and they're horrid auras, reminding me of days I never wanted to go back to.
"Nice talking, we have to go." his deep rumble sent shivers down my spine, in a good way. Derek tugged me around a corner into a black sedan. Opening the passenger side door, he waved me in. I sat down and put my head between my knees.
I never wanted to deal with those two again.
But you got me like a rocket
Shooting straight across the sky
I stared at the door for a second and then opened it up. Derek tapped my shoulder and I jumped, looking back at the black-haired, green-eyed man who had taken me, given me a warm cup of hot chocolate and let me settle down before he turned on Harry Potter and we watched that, letting me unwind. He had never once mentioned the incident concerning Liam, Ramon and Royce. I was grateful for that.
"Are you sure you'll be safe?" he asked.
"Yeah," I smiled up at him. "I'm sure."
"Okay then." he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. I nodded then pushed my door open.
A mumbled word, it sounded like a curse and I turned around to face him. "Derek, are-" I was cut off by his lips.
Warm, slightly chapped lips brushed against mine gently, breath glancing off and warming my mouth. My lips parted slightly as he pulled away, and I looked up at him pleadingly. He smirked but answered me anyways, coming back down to kiss me gently. I sighed and kissed him back, hands gliding up his chest and wrapping around his neck. His hands settled on my hips, and I curved into him, his gentle touch shooting flames where they met my skin.
I quietly moaned into his mouth as he sent me flying, me standing on my tippy toes as I attempted to get closer. I dug my hands into his raven locks as he kissed me gently, maybe even a little uncertainly, but I was too caught up to notice.
We pulled away, both breathing hard. His green eyes bore into mine, and I smiled. Getting on my tip toes, I pecked his lips and went inside with a whispered, "Good night!"
I left the great Mr. Derek Souza, owner of the Souza and Bae Industries, outside as I locked myself into my apartment, leaving him just standing there. I smirked at his dazed expression and undressed, leaving a trail from the hall, to my bedroom and to my bathroom, glad that Lydia had already filled up the tub. She was to good at her tub. Sadly, she wouldn't except any kind of payment i tried to give her. It sometimes irritated me when I tried to give her a twenty or something and she would turn it down. I really wish she wasn't so selfless.
I fell into the bubbles and hot water, allowing my entire person to be covered, all but my nose concealed in the sweet, cinnamon scented, bubbly heaven. I closed my eyes and relaxed as The Gaslight Anthem played softly over the speakers.
It doesn't matter how hard I try, by the first hour, I have at least one boy who stays for one hour extra just to talk to me while I'm cashier until Maggie, the girl in charge, is replaced by Rae. We have all of one boy worker here at JJ's and he mostly stays behind the wall, in the kitchen and it's only because he is a terrific cook. Otherwise, JJ would also have a girl on kitchen duty. But, you can't really disagree with JJ when she wants an all girl diner. She's really great at picking, independent, nice and kind women to work here along the few of us who have worked here since high school. Yes, I would be included in that few. I moved through other jobs, but I never quit JJ's.
JJ was a really nice, thirty year old woman and understood the need for bendable hours. Her name wasn't really JJ, it was actually JeJe. She hated it. And had everyone call her JJ. But when JJ's mother was in town, it was immediately JeJe. The diner's sign was switched- I was normally the one who did it, since I'm pro at it- and all the menu's were switched out. Everyone in the little town of Buffalo was used to it. Besides, everyone loved JJ. They would come here if it was called Frog's Toad's Fly. Well, I think Daniel, the kitchen boy, helped that factor.
I sighed as I ignored my newest flirter and smiled apologetically at the woman who was scowling at the boy.
"Get lost, would you?" Rae's ticked off voice sounded from behind the boy. He jumped and turned around. I smirked at his frightened expression, but I don't really blame him. Rae can look deathly scary. I have never been on the receiving end of those glaring, molten copper eyes, and I never wanted to be. The boy scurried away, practically running for the door.
"Hey Chloe!" I turned towards my pager when I finished signing out of the cash register so that Rae could get in. "Yup?"
"JJ called. Lorelei is coming in." I nodded my thanks to Kalli and went to the storage room to get the different sign.
"Nate!" I called as I hauled the thing out the door, seeing the flaming red hair that marked my friend. "Give me hand will-" I squeaked when the sign was pulled from my fingers. Turning to see bright, laughing green eyes looking at me, I flushed a bright shade of crimson.
"Thanks." I mumbled. Going around the building, I pulled out a yellow step ladder and unfolded it. Climbing up the rungs, I carefully unplugged and lifted the sign that said JJ's Diner.
Handing it down to Derek, I huffed and lifted the sign that said JeJe's diner. Gently yanking the huge, yellow plug from behind the sign, I plugged it into the exstention cord that would light it up when someone flipped a switch from inside the diner. I scowled as the sign lit up, flickering for a second before it surged and shone brightly in the early hour.
I turned my head away and looked down as I stepped down the ladder, both so that I didn't fall and so that I wasn't permanently blinded by the sign. When I reached the ground again, I jumped and folded the ladder. Putting it back where it belonged, I went back to the front. I was about to go and walk lesiourously into the warm diner until I noticed the silver camero coming down the quiet street, doing sixty instead of the actual limit of forty five.
I ran towards Derek, yanked the sign from him and hurried inside. "She's coming!" I cried as soon as I was inside. All the normal folk quickly shifted, snagging a JeJe menu from Nashla and acting as if everything was normal. Kalli shooed the confused citizens out of the corner booth in the front and gave them a slighlty different spot, giving them a JeJe menu and saying that this was a usual routine. Rae ran to place a 'table holder' on the corner booth and quickly wipe it down. I scurried to hide the sign in the back room. Closing the door behind me, I noticed Derek leaning against a wall near the cash registers. I scowled at that, I could not deal with him here with Lorelei Magins here also. Sighing, I adjusted my outfit slightly, reapplied my lipstick, stuck a blue, plastic flower in my bun, adjust my collar and skirt, shifted from sneakers to my dark blue heels that went with the rest of the outfit- dark blue, collared button-up shirt, white and sky blue plaid, knee length skirt that was now hiked up to just below midthigh, and a a sliver locket that hung in my nook of my collar bone. Rubbing a vanilla scented lotion up my arms and added a spritz of perfume I presumed myself good enough. Taking a deep breath, I walked out.
Immediately, I was noticed by some of the dating boys who were complete dimwits. I was frowned at by an elderly couple and sighed. This was always the same reaction I got everytime I walked out when Lorelei decided to come in. It sucked. I snatched blue flower ended, blue ball-point pen and a notepad that said JeJe's diner. I grabbed my white with blue hemming apron and tied it back in a perfect bow. I recieved an apologetic smile from all the regular customers and a few from the employees that weren't busy looking important or fashionable. I gulped in a breath before I walked over to Mrs. Magins.
"Hello Mrs. Magins." I said sweetly, turning on the charm. The greying brunette in her late fifties looked up at me and gave me a tight smile.
"Hello, Miss Saunders." she looked down at the menu, before looking up at me. She glanced around and then whispered, "Caught anyone yet?" she asked in a harsh whisper.
And this was why I had to dress up like this. Dear, old Mrs. Magins thought I needed a little dating advice. She had, in the first few visits when I began working here, taken a great intrest me. Then, I had been dating Nate. We broke up a couple months or so later and she'd then taken it upon herself to help me get a new guy. Here was my chance to get her off my hide.
"Yes," I whispered back, placing an excited smile on my lips. Glancing behind me, I mentally thanked all who could hear me that Derek was still standing there and wasn't looking at me. "Him." I pointed at Derek.
"Really?" she asked, giving Derek a good once over. "Isn't he Derek Souza? Owner of Souza and Bae Company?" Of course, the old lady would know that.
Continuing the peppy, excited girl, I nodded enthusiasticaly. "Yeah. Nice catch, isn't he?" I pretended to give Derek a good once over, however, it became real when I noticed the way his muscles bulged under his shirt because of the way he had his arms crossed over his chest.
Great. I grumbled in my head. I'm checking out my fake boyfriend that I kissed last night. Wait, if we kissed, does that make us official?
Not having heard Lorelei, I nodded at whatever she said. She grinned broadly and I immediately realized that I shouldn't have. Lorelei took my hand, and dragged me towards him.
"Oh no." I muttered, saddened that I hadn't paid attention better. Derek looked in my direction and saw us coming in his direction. When he caught my forlorn expression, curiousity peaked his. I scowled before I switched it for a perky smile. Derek's curiousity grew.
"Hello, young man. I have reason to believe that you are the owner of Souza and Bae. I also have reason to believe that you are dating this nice, young waitress." I blushed furiously as Derek looked at me with wondering eyes. I mouthed "Just go with it." and plastered back on my smile. I giggled, even, and Derek's eyes widened. He then turned towards Mrs. Magins.
"Yes ma'am. I am Mr. Souza. And you are correct, I am dating this lovely girl." He shot me a full blown smile, causing heat to rise in my cheeks and I bit my lip.
"How sweet. You two should take a day out. Chloe?" I looked over at her. She had better not- "I will explain to JeJe later. But, I want you, my dear, to take Mr. Souza here and show him all the wonderous things you showed me, okay?" Oh, but she did. She was going to have me show Derek the city in my overly skimpy outfit in the middle of January. How truly wonderful.
"Wear that cute outfit we went and bought last time, okay?" I nodded, remembering immediately the entire thing because it was hidden underneath my bed. I never wore it. Not that it wasn't cute or anything. It just wasn't something I wore on a daily basis. I normally just wore a turtle neck and jeans. "Oh, and remember the hat, scarf and gloves, alright?"
I nodded again. Lorelei smiled. "Great! You two go have fun." she shoved us towards the door. I lead Derek outside and turned us down onto Maple Street.
As soon as the diner was out of sight, I sat down on the nearest bench and heaved a sigh.
It' s the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
"Sorry I screwed you up in that. I was just desperate to get Lorelei off my back. She loves me the way she loves JeJe, who's JJ, and she concerns herself with my dating life. I kind've of hate it." I looked up at him through my gloveless hands. The January wind bit at my bare arms and legs, causing me to shiver. Having been shoved out the door, I hadn't had time to get my jacket. The chilly air told me I want it.
Derek shrugged as he responded, "Nah, I wound myself into this when I blanked out as you put that coffee down."
I didn't reply as I stood and started the short walk to my apartment. When we got there, I shivered at the feeling of warm, seventy degree air on my freezing skin. I nodded at Jeremy, the cornegarie of my apartment complex. I took the elevator up the third story, not in the mood to take the open air stairs. Walking to my place, I thanked myself for not having locked the door and opened the door. I left the door for Derek to close and walked to my bedroom as I began to unbottom my shirt and pulled it off. I was cold, it had began to snow lightly half-way here, and slightly wet. I didn't really care that Derek was here as I let the shirt drop and I continued to my room in my bra, skirt and heels. I kicked off the heels at the beginning of the hall and began pulling out the flower, bobby pins and flower from my hair. I dropped them in the basket that was beside the bathroom door and let my hair loose, soft, strawberry-blonde tendrils that hit about midback.
I continued to my room, where I closed the door and shed the rest of my diner attire. (a/n- hey! that ryhmed! i'm a poet and i didn't even know it!) Pulling the JCPenny bag out from the dark recesses of my bed and pulled out the clothing. I slipped into the tight skinny jeans. They hugged my skinny form from my hips and to my ankles, showing off every curve possible. I grumbled and dug around for the top that went with it. Snatching the short, red dress-like shirt. The black belt shimmered in the middle. Sighing, I pulled it over my head and settled it. The shirt was also tight, and the belt was adjusted so it was loose enough that I didn't feel like I was going to die, but tight enough that I didn't look 'fat'. The sleeves only just hit past my elbow. I snatched the white gloves that matched the outfit and the shiny, 'fur' lined boots from the back of my closet. Pulling those on, I grabbed a black hand band from the collection on my dresser top. Redoing some of make-up, I slipped in a pair of black, droplet earrings and a matching necklace, small black flower falling right into my collar bone. I tightened it a little so it accented my protruding collar bone and thin, porcelain neck, wrapping around tightly the way it was supposed to; it was a chain choker.
I opened the door and ignored the few articles of clothing that were lying on my apartment floor. I opened the door to the coat closet and began digging, looking for the black shawl- I never wore it- and my black and white heat. Snatching the two, both on the floor burried underneath everything else, I placed the hat on my head before I pulled the shawl on. It drapped over my arms and had a soft, inner lining. I sighed and wondered why I didn't wear it more often. I noticed the white 'fur' hemming and completely tossed the idea of wearing it ever again.
I put the gloves on my hands, soft inner lining soothing my sore fingers, the poor things having been punching buttons on a cash box since three a.m. I snatched the purse, after a little digging, that matched the rest of the outfit and turned towards Derek.
"Wow." he muttered as he stared at me.
I turned beet red. "Yeah, it isn't something I normally wear, but I thought since I had dragged you into this, you might as well see me tortured. I mean, lose-lose right? You have to spend the entire day with me, which will get boring, fast and I have to wear this outfit that I absolutely will never wear again. But, it's fair isn't-"
"You're beautiful." Derek murmured. I glanced up at him to see he was right in front of me now. I was about to step away when he took my chin and brought his face down to meet mine.
I completely forgot anything else I was about to say, lost in the way his lips molded themselves to my own. Dropping my purse on the floor and shaking off the easily discarded gloves, I closed most of the space between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted myself onto my toes.
Everyone talks about how kissing the right guy is perfect, sometimes even more so. Now, kissing Nate had never been bad. But- but Derek- was just different. I could tell that he hadn't really kissed a lot- if any- other girls before. He was tentative as he kissed me, gentle and slow, slightly unsure of himself. But, he was a fast learner. Really fast and really good. When he caught on, he snatched my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down ever so gentlly.
Now, Nate is a good kisser, really, but Derek- Derek just had this way of kissing me that Nate never had. And as I gasped from the gentle pressure, Derek let go and plunged in, laying claim to all. I am no stranger to kissing, really. I was kissed in the fifth grade on a dare. Then in middle school, also on a dare. Then, for a couple months, Luke West. But, only open-mouth puppy kisses in the library stacks, abandoned rooms, behind the bleachers, empty parking lots. I was a young freshman. And after that, I had dated Nate through most of high school. After a little while, we just didn't because we didn't think it was right for us. We liked each other, we did, but we loved each other the way siblings did. The seperation was easy and quick, completely painless, and we went back to being best friends.
But Derek was neither. When his tongue came in, it wasn't like he was trying to stuff it in my mouth, it was like he was inviting me. {a/n- next addition dedicated and chosen by the person who tells me where that line came from.}
I moaned, and tangled my fingers deeper into his ebony locks. There was a melting feeling in my legs, turning them to jelly so that I was barely staying on my feet, Derek's strong arms were the only thing between me becoming a puddle on the floor.
Something coiled tighter and tighter in my stomach, escaping me in every moan and sigh as Derek's lips kissed my jaw, leaving a trail of smaller kisses down my neck.
I was barely breathing when he pulled back, his breathing as heavy and labored as mine. Green eyes stared deep into my blue ones, and I got lost in them.
"Sorry. Seems I really don't pay attention when I have a pretty girl in front of me." I flushed, pink staining my cheeks.
"Says you. I can barely think currently, much less remember half of the places I'm supposed to be taking you."
He grinned, causing my heart to leap. "Looks like it's catching."
"Hmm, we should probably get going, shouldn't we?" I say, not really wanting to. The way his hands are drawing little circles on my hips, my shirt having risen in our- our activities, was really distracting.
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss
He smiled at that. "More than likely."
I sighed and stepped out of his reach. Bending down, I picked up the three- my gloves counting as two- items I'd tossed on the floor. Derek and I left once I was had my bag situated. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. I smiled and wrapped an around his waist, comfertable and content as we walked outside into the cold January air, the showering of snow having stopped a while ago. I smiled at the chilly breeze, cuddled into Derek's side, happily tucked into his warmth. I could've stayed that way forever, walking everywhere and nowhere in particular, sipping a Starbucks hot chocolate and being, for a few blessed moments, a carefree fifteen year old one more time.
It's that pivotal moment
It's, ah, impossible
This kiss, this kiss
Unstoppable
This kiss, this kiss
I kissed Derek's neck, as far as I could reach, and said, "Thank You."
He shivered before whispering, "What?"
"Thank you."
"For what, Chloe?"
"For staying." He smiled down at me.
"I wouldn't have left you. Not when I know how it feels."
"Still, thank you."
"Well then," he bent down and covered my mouth with his, giving me one of the sweetest kisses ever. "You're welcome."
So, I am going to end it there and not do anymore 'til I can update it. Yeah, I will finish the story, unless you guys want more songs and think this is a fabulous ending as it is. If so, I won't finish. Just review.
D- Demanding much?
J- *scowls* I have Spanish homework to memorize. Go away.
D- *giggles*
Toodles!
-DJ