"Stand in the Rain"

What started out as just an experimental little something turned into some Phantom of the Opera movie-based fanfiction. Oii. Anyway, since I'm posting more of my writing on here now, I give you...

"Stand in the Rain"

“Stand in the rain with me.”

“I hate the rain.”

“Why?”

“I just do.” Arms fold over a chest in a huff.

Hands and fingers ply and pry, trying to coax arms and spirit out. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I’ll get all wet.” A pout, full bottom lips protruding slightly. It is an art form, and never before has it been ignored.

A laugh. “That’s the point.” A tug on an arm, and then another, and another.

Resistance. “No! I don’t want—”

Two bodies suddenly out in the deluge, cold water stinging on warm, exposed skin of shoulders and neck.

“Does your Maman know where we are?”

“She doesn’t need to.” It is evasive, quiet. Silence. Then: “This isn’t so bad. Why do you hate the rain so?”

A head tilts back, brown curls a little closer to the ground. “It rained the day Papa died.”

Sympathetic eyes meet downcast ones as a hand takes another. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

A sigh. “It’s all right.”

Two bodies meet in a tight, wet embrace, the rain still stinging, clothes and hair and skin all damp, breath condensing in the heavy silence.

Lips touch a cheek, and the ritual is reversed, lingering a little longer this second time, blonde bangs meeting the creamy skin of another’s forehead for a moment.

“We should go inside, before either of us catches cold.”

They part, link arms, make their way up the steps, back inside the glistening halls of the Opera.


(Comments much appreciated, so let me know what you think!)

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Some poetry one-liners.

I'm feeling poetic and profound, so I thought I'd post a few of these that I've come up with since Wednesday. All by me, please don't take without permission, blah blah blah. You plagiarize, I hunt you down.

"How do you fix a heart that technically wasn't broken?" - April 2, 2008

"Bleeding fingers caress strings and keys while broken words tumble down." - April 5, 2008

"And the words speak, flow freely like water, rinsing away bleeding fingers and hearts, comforting, consuming, condemned." - April 6, 2008

More to come.

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Stuff, I guess?

Sorry about missing a post last night, it completely slipped my mind. I was kind of out of it once I got home from babysitting.

Goodness, that was so great! I got to babysit the little 3 month old from church I've talked about... absolutely adorable. Though my arms are still sore from holding a baby for 5 hours. ^_^

Not so much to talk about today... had another jam session with the cousins, that was... interesting. One shouldn't get us all in one room, we tend to laugh more than get something constructive done. Hehe.

Bleh.... nothing to talk about......

Anyway, I think I'll put this post out of its misery. Til tomorrow, then.

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Shifting

Today went surprisingly well, considering the circumstances. And I'm determined that's the last post concerning anything to do with him. No promises, though. It depends on what happens and how I hold up. But I'm taking it one day at a time. =)

Anyway, I'm thinking of taking this blog in a new direction. I mean, focus on something else besides my life; I realize that's kind of the purpose of a blog, but it's a little too egocentric for me, and I'm not all too into that.

So, until I find myself a new hobby or something to rant about, I think I'm going to post some of my writing. Not fanfiction, per se, though that's definitely possible, considering that's what I write most of the time. Perhaps the occasional poem will find it's way here as well.

But not right now... I'm kind of tired. Just letting you guys know what I have planned for this thing. I figure since I'm more regular about posts I might as well make it something spectacular. ^_^

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"Yes, my ultimate goal in life is to pet urine."

......Yeah.... don't ask.

Bleh. Okay, where do I even start? Well, I skipped my chem class because I was so stressed out about my Humanities final. Which turned out to be a friggen breeze. Then I went to the high school to watch the chamber orchestra perform, and that was nice; one of the conversations I had is where that lovely quote that makes up the title is from. Of course, guess who snuck up behind me when I was saying that? Oh, yeah. Him. A tad mortifying, but definitely hilarious. Gosh, I miss those high school kids. <3

So, everything was building and building for my big moment tonight. Including my nerves and stress level. And then, less than ten minutes before we're about to leave, Jessica pops into the bathroom where I'm fixing my hair and is like, "I'm debating whether I should tell you something or not."

So, of course, I was confused. "You can tell me something," I said.

"Okay. ...He doesn't like you. Just as friends."

By this point, I'm just like WTF? "And how do you know this?"

"That's what he said, on Monday."

"....And why am I just hearing about this now?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt, you seemed so happy on Monday from spending like an hour outside with him."

"Twenty minutes. ...What exactly did you say? When was this conversation?"

"In his car on the way home, I don't remember exactly what was said. You just came up in conversation a lot, since you're like one of the few things that connects us. So I asked him, 'Do you like her?' and he looked at me funny and said 'Just as friends, nothing more.'"

"Oh."

"I wouldn't have told you if I didn't think he was telling the truth. Are you mad at me?"

"Well, thanks for saving my friggen butt."

"...You're welcome?"

And that was that.

So of course I was all suuuuuper happy and relieved because all the nerves went away, and it was okay for the first half of the concert (the three other high schools were performing as well, and there were two groups ahead of mine); but once they all got up there, and I saw him.... I got all fidgety and I didn't want to make eye contact with him. I didn't want to look at him, but of course I watched him a lot during the whole thing, I couldn't help it. All of the happiness just sort of got sucked away, and though the relief was still there, it was just... meh.

Now I've got to work on getting over him... and I've forgotten how difficult it is. I haven't had to do it in a long time; over a year. *sigh*

Well, at least I found out before I made things all awkward. I guess that's a plus.

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If I laugh at car accidents, does that make me a sadist?

Okay.... so, remember how I saw Nick yesterday? Yeah? Good. So, apparently on his way home, he got into a car accident; it wasn't serious, no one was hurt or anything, he just messed up the front end of his truck because he rear-ended someone. The wonderful irony and hilarity of it all? I was totally teasing him about driving a pick up truck when we were talking. I actually told him several times that he needed to get a new car.

Hilarious.

Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday... and hopefully I don't die. I find myself in a Catch-22, because if I say anything, I'm dead, but if I don't then I'm dead anyway. And I'm kicking myself right now because I have more to lose now. Before, I didn't really consider us friends or anything, more like acquaintances that moved in the same circle; now, though.... oii. But I figure it'll be better to just get it over with rather than let it all build up and have it be even more painful come June.

So.... until, tomorrow, then. Provided I don't die of shame or sadness. And a little piece of me also wants to write "or happiness", but I'm not so hopeful.

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