Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night
Chapter Ten: He Just Do What He Please
~GEORGE~
George was annoyed.
Leah just wouldn't let him get to her. He'd tried everything. He left flowers at her doorstep, begged her to go out with him every time she passed the apartment. But she always just smiled and shook her head. Before, she used to invite him over for tea, come for their gigs, talk to him. But suddenly, after that night, she never stayed too long. A quick conversation in the corridor, sometimes just a wave or a smile. George didn't know why. All he knew was that she was like no girl he'd ever met before.
~LEAH~
Leah wanted so badly to say yes to George, to satisfy that pleading look in his eyes. But after she'd hummed the tune of Something - how much more could she possibly do to mess things up? This boy had a huge future, and she wasn't going to ruin it. Not for him, not for the rest of the world. Because she wouldn't, couldn't, not say anything for long.
Elva had had high hopes for Leah Andrea Blaise.
She sighed. There was always a reason for it to end.
~GEORGE~
George was sick of waiting.
He knew that Leah cared about him. So why was she trying to pretend like nothing mattered? She could try and pretend all she liked, but the time had come for drastic action.
George marched up the steps to Leah's apartment and rang the bell. As soon as his finger left the button, he stepped aside so that he wouldn't be visible from the peephole in the door. The door opened a moment later, and Leah looked out, saw no one standing there, turned her head sideways and saw George. 'George?' she said, her eyes quizzical, and then, not unkindly, 'What do you want?'
'This,' answered George, and with that he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her.
Startled, Leah stiffened, but George had been expecting this: he kissed her gently, till she relaxed and let him go in deeper. Then he pulled back and was satisfied to see her eyes wide. This was the first time he'd managed to surprise her, George thought.
~LEAH~
Leah looked sideways and saw George standing there. 'George?' she said, puzzled. 'What do you want?'
Leah thought that might have sounded rude, but George had a strange, intense look in his dark eyes. He said, 'This,' and then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her. Leah couldn't remember exactly how it happened; she could feel his hands, one at her waist and one holding her face, and his lips, ever so gentle, as he kissed her. She relaxed and let him in, keeping her hands behind her back on the knob of the door, and kissed him back, because she wanted it, too.
George pulled back and smirked lightly at her startled expression. 'There!' he said, and Leah thought she heard triumph in his voice, 'So you are just pretending!'
'Pretending what?' asked Leah, bewildered.
'Pretending that you don't like me,' stated George.
Leah rolled her eyes. 'I don't know what you're talking about,' she muttered, turning away to go back into her apartment, but George caught her arms and spun her around into his, 'You know what I'm talking about.' Leah shook her head, refusing to meet his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips, 'No I don't,' 'Yes you do,' said George, turning her face, but she still wouldn't meet his eyes, 'Yes you do, yes, you do.' She shook her head again and again, giggling, but George's lips captured hers. 'Yes, you do.'
'Are you sure you want to do this?' asked George. Leah closed her eyes, and for a second she was far away. A moment spread its wings and passed. She opened her eyes. 'Yes, I do.'
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