Beta:
Lisa
Summary: I pressed my head against the steering wheel at the
next red light that I came to and sobbed.
Disclaimer: Not
Real
it’s raining outside of my house and I
can’t help giving up good inspiration
He was standing
sultry in the rain, what a sight; soaking wet hair and lowered eyes,
fists crushed at either side of him in complete and utter annoyance.
I had been watching him for a while now, this boy, this man, who left
his building every day tired and sore from work to catch the bus to
catch the train to get back home to his house. It was a rather long
commute everyday, so I suppose I would be quite agitated as well, but
today it seemed different, so different. Maybe it was because he had
no umbrella, and he wasn’t trying to woo anyone over when he
flicked his fringe out of the way, or when he started to unbutton his
coat and took it off to reveal a shirt taunt against his skin, almost
see through, and held it above his head. But he did.
He wooed
me.
I averted my eyes back to the green light that was in
front of me, the steady long lines of cars behind me honking their
horns violently; mass media and their mechanical tools of destruction
-- actually, annoyance--, one of God’s many gifs to corporate
propaganda factions across the world. I pressed the gas slowly,
looking in the back seat at the umbrella that I clearly didn’t
need it and back at him. The cars honked again, engines revving,
angry fists flailing; startling noises that jolted him right from his
rain induced stupor and guided him right to my eyes.
I
faltered, he opened his mouth as if he knew something, could say
something, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t allow himself to.
And, well even if he did I didn’t hear it or say it. I had
already slammed the gas petal and crossed two red lights.
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On Tuesday it was raining as well, but
he didn’t look so sad today, in fact, he looked utterly elated.
He had his jacket slung around his shoulders carelessly, eyes wide
and bright, smile as long as a million miles; there was a halo
hovering over his head, golden brass hues dancing with blue lights
and a dazzling unsullied complex that I had never saw someone wear so
perfectly before.
I sat inside my car, sipping coffee
quietly, playing with the strands on Bob’s hair. He fell asleep
today, his head buried into my lap, snoring softly and calmly. I
averted my eyes from him and back to Bob, watching the steady rise
and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully. Bob was an angel too, I
suppose, he taught me how to love, how to accept myself, how to
understand the complexities of that great universe that we all
explode into in our final breaths. I owed him everything. I felt like
I was cheating on him. "Tea…" I whispered, leaning
over and nosing his hair lightly from his eyes.
He stirred
and groaned, raising a heavy palm to slap my face but missed it
entirely, sleep clouding his accuracy. I murmured it again, now
skimming my lips over the bridge of his nose, teasingly but gently.
Bob may look like brute sometimes, but he crumbles like a rose
beneath the sweltering summer sun. "Tea…" I purred
his nickname now, frowning when he didn’t get up.
Stubborn
boy, I huffed out, reaching over in my seat and peeled up his shirt,
smiling softly. I pressed my lips to his stomach and blew softly,
making him giggle and wake up finally, fully, swatting me away.
"Stoppit, Alex." He said, wiping the tears from his
eyes. I ran my tongue over his navel, kissing and biting around the
soft skin until he started bawling inside of the car now, grasping
the chair and everything else in his path for leverage; Bob was
deathly ticklish, and it didn’t take much to send him into a
fit. "A-A-Alex…: He gasped, and I pulled away, settling
back into my seat slightly.
I winked at him, "That’s
what you get for not waking up." I turned my head lazily back to
the window and the boy, that man, who looked so beautiful and happy a
few minutes ago now looked lost and sad, slumped against the wall.
The rain drowned him out, but, as I would and always know, could spot
the genuine tracks of tears running down his face from a mile away.
"I wonder…" I whisper, and Bob’s already
asleep again, cheeks pressed flat across the window, an adorable rose
hue splashed over his face." Who taught him how to
love?"
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I didn’t
see him Wednesday or Thursday, so I simply got my coffee and left.
The city streets and cars and lights and sounds burned into
one laud mixture of lightening,; sporadic strikes of rain and lonely
howls of the wind. I pressed my head against the steering wheel at
the next red light that I came to and sobbed.
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On
Friday he sat in the middle of the sidewalk inside of the rain,
reading a book. I quirked an eyebrow, steadily trying to balance my
coffee through the mass crowds of people, and stumbled, losing my
grip on the cup. As the plastic object sailed through the air I had
an extremely stupid notion of jumping out and trying to catch it, but
before I could -- and I would fail while doing so-- , it landed right
besides him.
We both stopped breathing.
I scrambled
over to him, trying to dry him off but he only began to laugh. I felt
insulted at first, giving him somewhat of a glare but then I realized
the funniness of the situation at hand. I was trying to dry him
off…in the rain. Brilliant. I slapped a forehead to my head, a
fierce blush sparkling across my cheeks.
I squat down besides
him, dropping the cup again and inquired the book he was reading.
"The Master And Margarita? Brilliant book there, yeah?"
"Ja,"
He smiled and I died; those eyes….those deep azure eyes showed
me the future, I swear it, every thought, impure or otherwise,
bouncing back right against me. I wonder, could I reach out and
cradle his face so I could capture some of that perfect as my own? Am
I that selfish? "I read it 7 times already."
"Wow,"
I whispered, "I only read it 4."
He smiled, he had a
lovely smile. "Then maybe it’s not as good as you thought
it was. I love the part when they kiss…." He had stars in
his eyes. He looked up, and I brushed a strand of hair from his face.
Fire. Fire. I burned for him, it was a sudden ache that ripped my
stomach wide open and tore at my heart. Could he tell, I’m sure
he could. He wrinkled his nose as I leaned in, almost in a trance,
and turned his head to the side so that my lips met his cheek instead
of my initial target. I was rejected.
I frowned, "M’sorry…"
I whispered, getting up quickly. He grasped my wrist half way up and
pointed at someone looking at us through a car door window. I
breathed out slowly, and turned away, ashamed.
Bob.
"I’ll
see you tomorrow, Alex." He said quietly, and I blinked, shocked
that he knew my name. The bus rolled up and he smiled, getting off
the ground and shook his hair wildly like a wet dog again. He did
that on purpose, that smirk that flushed its way around his cheeks
and mouth was enough to send me back to the floor again, though, wild
with some passion I could never understand. "You should go back
to Bob, he’s worried about you."
He got on the bus
and the doors closed.
But Bob’s eyes were still glued on
mines.