I can't find myself in this self made maze
It's been so long since I've been fine
I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine
And I know I've seen better days
I know you'll see things my way
The days and weeks were only a thing of the past, and nothing was exactly clear to him. Sentences became words, words became letters, letters became blanks. It seemed as though the whole world was slowly tumbling out from beneath him. And as it happened there were only two people in the world that understood.
First was his dad, the same thing happened to him. His father, however, had nothing riding for him, while he on the other hand did. That one thing that was becoming ever more clearer. The other was she, but not like he and the first. It was an understanding that she held, which only caused her to encourage him farther along with his mother's dream.
She sighed as she waltzed over to him, keys dangling in her hands. She tossed them onto the table carelessly, before taking a seat next to him. He stayed silent, lazily rolling his wrist and watching the liquid swish around the bottle. His eyes were blood shot; it was easy to see he needed sleep. She was careful not to touch on such a simple fact, she knew it wouldn't matter; she could see where he was coming from.
He was lost. It was a maze that kept becoming more elaborate and confusing, now with millions of paths, but only one that could be followed. There wasn't anything to do, for if he picked the wrong path life would end. But here wasn't much better, as now all he could do was stand in the middle of them all, completely lost and confused. But it didn't matter, nothing really did.
Of course, one path was steadily clearing in his blurry eyes. The one path that could be followed; the path that needed to be followed. She urged him down it, but he wasn't ready to move yet, so she let him be. She leaned into him, alerting him to her presence at last.
"How long have you been here?" He murmured, looking down at her.
"Few minutes," she replied, her eyes closed as he lazily ran his hand threw her hair. He took a swig of the drink, causing her to watch him, "How's hockey?" He sighed, standing up to get rid of the now empty bottle.
"Not as good as you'd hope," he responded, getting two drinks and handing her one as he reclaimed his spot.
"Ah," she started, "That bad, huh?" She took a sip, looking at her own bottle in her hands for a minute, "You know you can do it easily." It was his turn to look at the bottle in his hands, as she surveyed his appearance.
"Just because I have the ability doesn't mean that I can do it," he stated after a moment.
"But you can," she sighed again, taking a long swing of the liquid, allowing it to ooze steadily down her throat as she waited for an answer. Receiving none, however, she started again, "I'll always be behind you, your father, too," she paused, "Your mother as well, you know."
"I know," he replied quietly, "These things just take time." She nodded thoughtfully as she leaned back into him, his arm falling lightly around her shoulders.
"I follow you, but the time is now," she looked up at him, her chin rested on his shoulder, "You start now, the easier it'll be."
It was true, the longer he waited to go down the path the harder it would be to go down it. It was growing colder and tougher by the minute, but at this point in time it could become warmer, easier, if only someone would take it. He sat it silence, studying the liquid again, and she watched him.
"I suppose you're right," he commented, she stood up, "Where're you going?"
"The sooner the better," she laughed, leaning over him for a kiss, before grabbing her keys, "Well, are you coming?"
"You didn't exactly answer my question," he began, "Where are we going?"
"The ice, where else?" She smirked before dropping her now empty bottle and waltzing out.
"Where else," he chuckled, following her out. And oddly enough, the path suddenly seemed a lot easier than it should have been. It's always good to have an anchor.
Jimmy for zackzsilverangel, as promised. :3 Eep, you better love this as much as I do. The stupid computer freaked out and it wasn't saved, I thought I lost it. I was almost at the point of breaking down. Yes, I know, I do indeed have a sad life to be almost in tears over lost writing. Ah, well, the curse of an author, I suppose. Yeah…
Kristine: Thank you! Boston boys, eh? I'm not sure which to use, though I have decided to use Mark for one, since I can't get the picture of it out of my head. I hope that's okay. :3 Unfortunately (what with the whole almost losing this chapter and all), I have a major brain malfunction and can't remember whose from where. Huh. Weird. Oph, rambling, as usual, sorry. You spoil me so with your compliments! Thanks again!
Kliona: I think I almost died already. I just can't seem to stress that, can I? :3 That's not so bad; I think I picked up names quicker…but I have a knack for that sort of thing. In fact, once I had my old sketchbook open and used a whole page as I watched the movie writing down various things. I was disappointed that I didn't realize how amazing it was until the second/third time watching it. I'm horrible, yes. Ha, my rambling record is two seconds (that's how long it takes me to start), sad. Ah, thanks!
Christina: Aye, aye! :3 Thanks very much! I'm actually not sure where I got that different bit from…I just suddenly realized that 'Hey! They're not just a team, they're individuals!' (Despite what Brooks says, lol) I'm glad you liked it though!
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-Piper Brandybuck