Post by Kyrah Blake on Apr 22, 2010 21:14:36 GMT -6
((So, this is a recent short story I wrote just for the hell of it. Tell me what you guys think. This is the only chapter thingy, so yeah. o.o Unless, I want to make a sequel. lol Tell me if I should. xD))
“Call my name if you’re afraid, I’m just a kiss away,”
That’s the only thing I hear, the only lyric that jumps out at me from this song. This song I’ve played on my guitar for the past two days, just this song. Is that natural? All I keep thinking about is him. I highly doubt this is normal, more like anything but.
I keep thinking back to the old days, the fun days from before. Like, going to the beach in the middle of winter just to walk on the sand. Of course, I would always be cold, but he was always there to keep me warm. Or another time when we went to the city together. Well, that was an adventure all on its own trying to get to different places. Then there was the time in spring when he took me to I don’t even know where, but he had to take pictures for a class. I just so happened to be his inspiration.
So many memories, happy memories, and now it’s all gone.
And I did that. I have no idea why I even did that.
But, now I can’t take it back, not now. Not ever.
The window to my bedroom door was open, the moonlight pouring in. The silver light hit my face; I was on the bed, my guitar across my stomach. I stared at the ceiling fan, spinning around and around, casting shadows on different parts of my room. The lights in my room stayed off, and I wondered if anyone knew someone was in this very room.
“Ry?” I heard from the window. How was it possible I could hear his voice? “Rylie?”
I stared at the window blankly, not knowing what to make of it. Instead I got up, placed my guitar beside my bed, and walked over to my window, staring down. And that’s when I noticed the chocolate brown hair I knew oh so well. He wasn’t looking up at me, of course.
“Aiden?” He glanced up to me, his crystal blue eyes meeting mine. His hair rushed past his eyes, and he flicked his head, his straight hair falling perfectly back into place on his forehead and around his face. Stupid emo boy hair that I love.
I stared below the window, just watching his reaction. He smiled lightly up at me, not really saying anything. I highly doubt he thought this through. But, I could be wrong, since he had something in his hand, some small looking; fragile.
“Ry, come down here,” he called up to me. My eyes went wide, and I shook my head to him. I did not need this right before college. I turned from the window, not looking back.
“Rylie,” he called again, and I ignored him.
That’s when I heard it. It was my favorite song. He knew that too. I told him that the first time we hung out. I played it for him when he sat on my bed, looking through the music on my iPod. He stopped when I put this song on.
“So, baby, be honest. Is this what you wanted? We lost what we started and found out much more than we want to know…” Aiden sang, acapella. How was it his voice was wonderful and amazing and all I could do was play guitar? I guess it works well together. But, that’s beside the point. These words were so true to me now. I never thought things would end up like this single song.
“I’m bruised and scarred, save me from this broken heart. All my love will slowly fade and fall apart,” he sang. I started to turn and go back to the window. “Someone, please, sing this love sick melody. Call my name if you’re afraid. I’m just a kiss away.” He looked up and smiled gently to me.
“Please, just give me five minutes.”
I sighed, not sure what to make of it. I guess I should hear him out. It would be the nice thing to do. “Fine, manage to get up here somehow,” I called down to him. I was not going to go down there.
He smiled up at me, and I rolled my eyes. He went to the tree near my window. Why had I never thought of using that? He started to climb, and I turned on my heel, getting away from my window. I heard his footsteps lightly on the bark of the tree and
I sat on my bed, rocking my guitar with the bed bouncing. I slowly moved my guitar to against the wall as Aiden swiftly jumped into my room from the sill.
“What do you want, Aiden?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I just want to talk.”
“About?”
“About what happened.”
For some reason, that got me furious. I just wanted to hit him. I stared at him in disbelief. “About what happened?” I questioned. “About the fact you lied to me? Or telling me you love me without meaning it? Or perhaps, was it that you were cheating on me for two months? With one of my friends, nonetheless.” I ended up screaming the last part. I couldn’t help it.
He looked sad when I looked at him. His eyes seemed disappointed. It was like he was speechless or bewildered by what I said.
“Look,” he started, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes and dropped his hand, I just kept looking at him. He met my eyes when he continued. “I know I was ass. And that I don’t deserve you.” His eyes looked down, at the fragile thing in his hand. I soon realized it was a picture frame. And I was so confused, but he continued. “I never lied when I said I loved you. I still love you, it just took me some time to realize it. Reality hit me when you found out about the whole thing with Jessica and left me. It was a mistake, and I regret every second of it. Even when it was happening…”
“Then why do it?”
“Because I’m a stupid teenage boy who didn’t realize that his girlfriend was the most important thing in his life, and that he loved her so much.”
“Well, that’s true,” I said, not meeting his gaze when he looked back. “But, this doesn’t mean I’ll give you a second chance.”
”I know that. I just came here to tell you that.”
“I just can’t trust you anymore.”
“And that’s why I never intend on asking you to take me back. I just want you to see this. The single memory I kept framed.”
I stared at the picture in his hand, quirking an eyebrow. He handed it to me, and I took it gently, my fingers gliding over the frame. Rather, over the glass of the picture. I turned it around to look at the picture. This picture mae me break down and cry in a single second.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried.
“Because, this is what makes me happy. You still make me happy,” he muttered, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
The picture in my hand was of me and him, that day he took me to be his inspiration. After everything and he got his shots, I was just sitting there and he came up behind me. He put his arms around me and his camera just so happened to go off. Stupid self timer thing. It captured this picture. His harms around my shoulders, clasped in front of my body, his smile perfect. Me? I’m smiling, sort of laughing a bit.
“We were so happy,” I commented through tears. I looked up, and he nodded. I started to hit his chest. Flimsy little hits, because I didn’t want to hurt him, and the fact I was crying. He just took it, he took the pain of me hitting him in the same spot. I believe he’s get a bruise, possibly. I kind of just stopped hitting him and crashed against him, crying into his chest.
“Aiden,” I muttered. The picture frame was grasped tightly in my hand as his arms wrapped around me, protecting, holding me close like he used to.
“I’m here,” he whispered, stroking my hair lightly. He lifted me up in his arms, like a good does to his bride, and carried me to my bed. He placed me down gently, and I curled in a ball around the memory.
“I hate crying,” I said as he slowly got around the bed and lay next to me. His comforting hand stroking my hair and I uncurled. I placed the picture up right on my bedside table before laying on my back.
“So, then, stop crying,” Aiden said with a soft smile. It made me smile. He wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks.
“You say that like its easy.”
“It is easy.” He laughed lightly, wiping more tears.
“No, It’s not,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“I miss you, a lot. And I love you…” he whispered to me. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. So, I went with instinct.
“I love you too,” I said. He smiled lightly, leaning down to kiss my neck gently. It was such a weak spot for me. I glared at him when he pulled back, smirking. He went back and kissed my neck again.
Between kisses, he kept whispering ‘I love you’ to me. Ugh, Aiden. He makes me so mad.
I pulled his body up, making his face inches from mine. “I love you,” he said. I smiled and shook my head.
“Shut up,” I started. “And kiss me already.”
He did as I asked, and his lips touched mind gingerly. It was a known feeling I got when he kissed me. Butterflies entered my stomach, and I kissed him back.
I didn’t know what this makes us anymore. But, whatever it was, it made me happy. Eventually I’ll figure it out. But, for now, this was a mystery.
Oh, how I loved a good mystery.
“Call my name if you’re afraid, I’m just a kiss away,”
That’s the only thing I hear, the only lyric that jumps out at me from this song. This song I’ve played on my guitar for the past two days, just this song. Is that natural? All I keep thinking about is him. I highly doubt this is normal, more like anything but.
I keep thinking back to the old days, the fun days from before. Like, going to the beach in the middle of winter just to walk on the sand. Of course, I would always be cold, but he was always there to keep me warm. Or another time when we went to the city together. Well, that was an adventure all on its own trying to get to different places. Then there was the time in spring when he took me to I don’t even know where, but he had to take pictures for a class. I just so happened to be his inspiration.
So many memories, happy memories, and now it’s all gone.
And I did that. I have no idea why I even did that.
But, now I can’t take it back, not now. Not ever.
The window to my bedroom door was open, the moonlight pouring in. The silver light hit my face; I was on the bed, my guitar across my stomach. I stared at the ceiling fan, spinning around and around, casting shadows on different parts of my room. The lights in my room stayed off, and I wondered if anyone knew someone was in this very room.
“Ry?” I heard from the window. How was it possible I could hear his voice? “Rylie?”
I stared at the window blankly, not knowing what to make of it. Instead I got up, placed my guitar beside my bed, and walked over to my window, staring down. And that’s when I noticed the chocolate brown hair I knew oh so well. He wasn’t looking up at me, of course.
“Aiden?” He glanced up to me, his crystal blue eyes meeting mine. His hair rushed past his eyes, and he flicked his head, his straight hair falling perfectly back into place on his forehead and around his face. Stupid emo boy hair that I love.
I stared below the window, just watching his reaction. He smiled lightly up at me, not really saying anything. I highly doubt he thought this through. But, I could be wrong, since he had something in his hand, some small looking; fragile.
“Ry, come down here,” he called up to me. My eyes went wide, and I shook my head to him. I did not need this right before college. I turned from the window, not looking back.
“Rylie,” he called again, and I ignored him.
That’s when I heard it. It was my favorite song. He knew that too. I told him that the first time we hung out. I played it for him when he sat on my bed, looking through the music on my iPod. He stopped when I put this song on.
“So, baby, be honest. Is this what you wanted? We lost what we started and found out much more than we want to know…” Aiden sang, acapella. How was it his voice was wonderful and amazing and all I could do was play guitar? I guess it works well together. But, that’s beside the point. These words were so true to me now. I never thought things would end up like this single song.
“I’m bruised and scarred, save me from this broken heart. All my love will slowly fade and fall apart,” he sang. I started to turn and go back to the window. “Someone, please, sing this love sick melody. Call my name if you’re afraid. I’m just a kiss away.” He looked up and smiled gently to me.
“Please, just give me five minutes.”
I sighed, not sure what to make of it. I guess I should hear him out. It would be the nice thing to do. “Fine, manage to get up here somehow,” I called down to him. I was not going to go down there.
He smiled up at me, and I rolled my eyes. He went to the tree near my window. Why had I never thought of using that? He started to climb, and I turned on my heel, getting away from my window. I heard his footsteps lightly on the bark of the tree and
I sat on my bed, rocking my guitar with the bed bouncing. I slowly moved my guitar to against the wall as Aiden swiftly jumped into my room from the sill.
“What do you want, Aiden?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I just want to talk.”
“About?”
“About what happened.”
For some reason, that got me furious. I just wanted to hit him. I stared at him in disbelief. “About what happened?” I questioned. “About the fact you lied to me? Or telling me you love me without meaning it? Or perhaps, was it that you were cheating on me for two months? With one of my friends, nonetheless.” I ended up screaming the last part. I couldn’t help it.
He looked sad when I looked at him. His eyes seemed disappointed. It was like he was speechless or bewildered by what I said.
“Look,” he started, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes and dropped his hand, I just kept looking at him. He met my eyes when he continued. “I know I was ass. And that I don’t deserve you.” His eyes looked down, at the fragile thing in his hand. I soon realized it was a picture frame. And I was so confused, but he continued. “I never lied when I said I loved you. I still love you, it just took me some time to realize it. Reality hit me when you found out about the whole thing with Jessica and left me. It was a mistake, and I regret every second of it. Even when it was happening…”
“Then why do it?”
“Because I’m a stupid teenage boy who didn’t realize that his girlfriend was the most important thing in his life, and that he loved her so much.”
“Well, that’s true,” I said, not meeting his gaze when he looked back. “But, this doesn’t mean I’ll give you a second chance.”
”I know that. I just came here to tell you that.”
“I just can’t trust you anymore.”
“And that’s why I never intend on asking you to take me back. I just want you to see this. The single memory I kept framed.”
I stared at the picture in his hand, quirking an eyebrow. He handed it to me, and I took it gently, my fingers gliding over the frame. Rather, over the glass of the picture. I turned it around to look at the picture. This picture mae me break down and cry in a single second.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried.
“Because, this is what makes me happy. You still make me happy,” he muttered, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
The picture in my hand was of me and him, that day he took me to be his inspiration. After everything and he got his shots, I was just sitting there and he came up behind me. He put his arms around me and his camera just so happened to go off. Stupid self timer thing. It captured this picture. His harms around my shoulders, clasped in front of my body, his smile perfect. Me? I’m smiling, sort of laughing a bit.
“We were so happy,” I commented through tears. I looked up, and he nodded. I started to hit his chest. Flimsy little hits, because I didn’t want to hurt him, and the fact I was crying. He just took it, he took the pain of me hitting him in the same spot. I believe he’s get a bruise, possibly. I kind of just stopped hitting him and crashed against him, crying into his chest.
“Aiden,” I muttered. The picture frame was grasped tightly in my hand as his arms wrapped around me, protecting, holding me close like he used to.
“I’m here,” he whispered, stroking my hair lightly. He lifted me up in his arms, like a good does to his bride, and carried me to my bed. He placed me down gently, and I curled in a ball around the memory.
“I hate crying,” I said as he slowly got around the bed and lay next to me. His comforting hand stroking my hair and I uncurled. I placed the picture up right on my bedside table before laying on my back.
“So, then, stop crying,” Aiden said with a soft smile. It made me smile. He wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks.
“You say that like its easy.”
“It is easy.” He laughed lightly, wiping more tears.
“No, It’s not,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“I miss you, a lot. And I love you…” he whispered to me. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. So, I went with instinct.
“I love you too,” I said. He smiled lightly, leaning down to kiss my neck gently. It was such a weak spot for me. I glared at him when he pulled back, smirking. He went back and kissed my neck again.
Between kisses, he kept whispering ‘I love you’ to me. Ugh, Aiden. He makes me so mad.
I pulled his body up, making his face inches from mine. “I love you,” he said. I smiled and shook my head.
“Shut up,” I started. “And kiss me already.”
He did as I asked, and his lips touched mind gingerly. It was a known feeling I got when he kissed me. Butterflies entered my stomach, and I kissed him back.
I didn’t know what this makes us anymore. But, whatever it was, it made me happy. Eventually I’ll figure it out. But, for now, this was a mystery.
Oh, how I loved a good mystery.
