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[apocalypse]

nyklus moalkis !

well it started with your hips,
So i moved up to your lips,
let's take a chance,
ask for a dance,
'cause you're the cutest thing on this side of the world.

Staring at my clock wasn't boring to me at the slightest.
Staring at the clock for me this time was exciting, like a surprise birthday party. Right now, the clock had the big hand on the 8 and the small hand in-between the 11 and 12. It was 11:40 P.M. and I was scared as hell. As the minutes past, I got more nervous. All I heard was the ticking of the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It would have actually been a good-night lullaby, but I was too jittery to fall asleep. I was also happy fore my cast was taken off and I was free. After a while, it was 11:43 P.M.
I was scared, frightened even. I might have broke down if it wasn't for how excited I was.
11:44 P.M.

I got off my bed and walked into my family's living room. The clock in there had the same time as the one in my bedroom. Except now, it was a minute later.
11:45 P.M.

I walked out the door with a watch around my wrist and my stomach in a know. There was no going back then. My parents were well asleep, and I was quiet when I left. My shoes made a neat, comforting sound as I walked to the tree where I was earlier that day. I looked at that watch and a whole three minutes passed.
11:48 P.M.

She told me she wanted to meet me here at midnight. I climbed the tree now that my arm was free and able to do so. I probably would have been able to see her from here, but it was too dark. Tonight, the dark seemed inviting. Getting here didn't take long, and I still had... twelve minutes to spare. I didn't exactly know what to do in that dozen of minutes. I decided to practice on how I was going to talk to Morgaine like some cliche person on a date with the girl of their dreams. "Oh, hey there Morgaine - didn't see you there," - adding a wink - "come up here with me, the view is great." I chuckled a bit on how ridiculous this was. I looked at my watch again.
11:51 P.M.

I had only killed three minutes, and there was nine minutes remaining. My gut started acting up and I was scared because I didn't want to throw-up and then have to leave Morgaine not knowing where I was. I decided to practice on how I was going to talk to Morgaine a bit more, it would probably come in handy later, right? Right. "Hey there foxy lady," - putting in a ridiculous hair flip that failed - "oh, it's just you." Then I smiled because I was acting silly but it was still humorous.
11:54 P.M.

Only six minutes left. For about three minutes, I sort of just sat there and thought about how Topaz Ross or Heron Kimberling would react in a situation like this. Surely, they wouldn't act cowardly. Or would they?
11:57 P.M.

Now I was scared. I mean, would she come early? What if she was here already but I couldn't see her? The most I could see was the tree and the ground - covered in the petals - from the cascading moonlight. I didn't panic I couldn't panic. I kept my cool. I stayed calm, making sure to keep my balance so I wouldn't fall off the tree.
11:58 P.M.

I was really making a big deal out of nothing. It's not like she was going to kill me, or we were going to kiss. We were just going to hang out and stuff. It was nothing serious. For one last time, I practiced on how I would talk to Morgaine. "Well don't you look fine tonight."
11:59 P.M.

She would come any moment, I knew it. I hoped so. I was deathly afraid she was going to leave me. Sad and mad would I be if she ditched me. Maybe it was for the best, if she didn't come. I might never see her again, then I would never lie to her. But I knew that that probably wasn't going to happen.
Suddenly, I did panic. What if she didn't come? I would have an empty feeling - I would never see her again, I would never have a friend. But what if she did come? I would be stuck lying to her, Morgaine - someone who reached out the me as a friend.
12:00 A.M.

It was midnight.
Midnight symbolized a lot of things. A new day, a new hour, sometimes a new year. Midnight showed lateness and darkness. But tonight, I wasn't sure. Morgaine was on my mind. I just hope she would come. I wanted her to whisper in my ear again, for her hands on my shoulders again, I wanted her to look at me the way she did again, most of all, I just wanted her in the flesh. I wanted her blue eyes and dirty-blond hair and everything.
All I wanted was a chance, and I believed she would give me one.
Someone would finally give me a chance. As the thoughts hit me, my watch hit 12:01 A.M.

I looked around anxiously to find her - I knew she was here. I needed her to be here.

[Arrow]

Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? Hey little sister who's your superman? Hey little sister shotgun... it's a nice day for a W H I T E W E D D I N G

The way my heart pounded in my chest felt unreal. It felt mystic. It felt alien. It was a feeling I had never felt in my chest, or anywhere in my body before. It was like a widespread warmth, a fuzzy and numb feeling, but when it felt like that, it did not make one panic and worry they might be loosing control of a body party. You almost felt happy and above the clouds, even though the feeling was the same. My heart pounded not out of anger, work, or any other emotion that was so typical of me- it was something else, and I knew just what that something else was, but I dared not think it. How could my character change in just around thirteen hours or so?

I just sat at the table I had sat at the morning before, staring at the dent in the wall I had left when I had chucked the apple at it. Now the apple still lay on the floor, a silent grave. I could see the dent in one of the cherry red sides. It would be no good thanks to me. Thanks to me yet another thing was no good. No, it could be turned around, just like how I was feeling right now. I was feeling so different from my old self, it just, just scared me to say the least. I scooted back my chair on the old wooden flooring, the moonlight making everything in the small little house silver. I had never appreciated how rural it appeared in the night with a full moon kissing whatever it could reach through the windows, how rustic. I bent down to reach up the apple and extended my right arm, where I always kept my watch wrapped around at the wrist. My heart pounded even louder and I dared myself to check the time.

12:01.

Shit. No, this couldn't be happening. Nyklus seemed to be a man of his word. Judging by that little bit of a first impression I had gotten from him He was going to be there right on the mark, and might start to worry if I wasn't here soon after. No, I didn't want to miss this. I wanted to just leave the apple in a silent grave on the wood floors and bolt for the grove, but something told me to bring it. I had no idea why, but I knew that for some reason I should bring it. i hadn't eaten dinner. Maybe it would be nice to share a snack later. With the dented apple resting in my palms, where the crescents had scabbed over, I darted out the door, not wasting my time worrying about my back freezing up. The warm feeling was gone, just like a morning mist, leaving the feeling of dread, suspense, and worry in the place of it. Not a good feeling.

As I rushed down the path for the unofficial backyard of my little house to the grove I noticed the towering thunderheads in the distance. Due to the humidity of the day, I was expecting thunderstorms, but not this quickly. I didn't want Nyklus and I's meeting to be ruined by a sudden and violent downpour. I kept my blue eyes fixated on the milky dark blue sky and kept running. i should have been looking where I was going, for a second later, my foot caught on a skinny little tree root poking up from the ground. I tripped and fell, my hands barley catching me. I lay there for a few moments, worrying my back had frozen up. I removed my foot from under the arch the root had made, then tried to stand up. I didn't feel any resistance, thank God. I was fine. Not unusual setbacks.

One I had picked myself up and also dusted away any dirt that clung to me, I was on my way again, but this time at a more controlled pace, and my eyes on the uneven ground before me. There was little wind now, but petals still fell every now and then. The tree where we had first met was smack in the middle of the grove. I knew I was getting close. My heartbeat quickened again at the thought of seeing the one person who had actually wanted to meet me in a long, long time, maybe even the first time in my life.

i slowed my pace to a walk as I neared the tree. At first I couldn't see anything but the three it's self. My heart dropped. i was late. he must have gotten here right on the mark and wondered where I was, and when I didn't show, he left. I almost felt like i wanted to cry. This couldn't be happening. I just needed proof he really wasn't hiding, waiting to jump out and scare me later on. I finally reached the tree. There was nobody here. My heart sank even lower.

"Nyklus?"

It is always worth calling out one more time.

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[apocalypse]

nyklus moalkis !

i c a n w a t c h t h e s u n s e t o n m y o w n .

"Nyklus?" Never once in my life had I ever liked to hear my name so much. At that moment, I knew Morgaine had kept her promise, unlike so many other people I ever knew. Although the saying 'Promises are things to break,' was true in so many ways, Morgaine didn't care, or maybe she just never heard that saying before. At the moment, Nyklus had knew he had found someone who actually liked Nyklus, and while he was sober, too. Of course, Morgaine didn't know some stuff about him; his victor obsession, paper-collecting, alcohol-drinking, in-the-closeting life was all a secret to Morgaine; obviously. At first, I had the wind knocked out of me, although she surprised me, I didn't scream. I was breathless. I was really scared I was going to have to watch the sunset on my own, which I can do, but it would have sucked.

Afraid she would think that I wasn't there, I communicated back to her. "Morgaine, is that you?" Looking down at her, I could tell it was her, and why else would the person know my name? "I'm up in the tree. Kinda like you were yesterday," - adding a nervous chuckle - "so, you can be honest here; how much did you miss me?" I knew he had to lighten the mood if I wanted to ask her out. Not that he had much experience in this.

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ooc ; eww. horrible post!

[Arrow]

He kept his promise. And I loved him for it. Almost. It seemed strange I was willing to fall in love so fast, when for someone like me, the word was alien. The meaning unknown. The true feeling... unknown and alien. i had changed in just about fourteen hours. There was something about his cocky charm that brought out a side of me I didn't know I had. The bright side of the skinny and hauntingly beautiful moon, I liked to think. Did Nyklus think I was beautiful?

He asked how much I missed him. A little. Maybe more than a little. I couldn't let on to that. I couldn't let him get the hint that I was interested in him only after fourteen hours. it seemed almost idiotic to fall somewhat head over heels before you even knew a guy for a day. Everyone in my family would have scoffed. But I didn't care. Nyklus was the first person who treated me normal. only, he didn't know why he shouldn't treat me normal, minus my first hostile impression I surely stamped in the morning. He didn't know about my back. My vicious training and winning obsession. My screwed up life. And I loved that when I was with him, even though only for the second time, I could shove that bitch away and be the me I had never known, but strangely felt in love with. Maybe like I... did I love Nyklus? No. It would seem stupid to love him. I was just meeting him for the second time. Could I really be that foolish? Yes.

"Me? Miss you? I missed you just about as much as I beauty sleep." I ought to give being cocky like Nyklus a shot for once. Attempt to lighten the mood, even though I had seen he had done that already. I was amazed someone had the ability to do that. I hoped he wouldn't catch on to the fact that I didn't give a crap about beauty sleep. Girls like me would stay up all night just thinking about how they would prove themselves the next day. Another thing Nyklus was totally oblivious to when it came to me. My obsession with proving that I was a worthy career. If he was going to become knowing of that, he would need to learn of my back injury first. It would be only a matter of time, I knew in my heart. Would he ditch me because I kept secrets from him?

I felt the smooth spring night breeze kiss my face and twirl my hair as I fastened my hands around the branch and pulled myself up into the tree with Nyklus. The full moon stared back at me with a silvery gray stare as I lowered myself into a nook of the tree, Nyklus perched a little bit above me. He was there. Nyklus truly had had enough faith in me to stay. I smiled a white smile at him, but spoke no words. I think he could see the glow coming off of my pale skin to prove how happy I was he had waited.

"It's so nice up here," I stated, trying to get a little bit of small talk going. The budding bright green leaves twirled and whispered in the breeze, adding a nice touch to the scene. I felt a little weird, how this felt like a scene from some sort of romance novel where the characters were about to lock lips and say "I love you." A strange feeling trickled through me. Would we really say that? Would we even have the thought of kissing flash through our minds? It did with me. His lips seemed perfect from my angle... no. I had to prohibit myself from thinking like that.

"Nyklus..." my voice trailed off into the orifice of nothingness as I thought heavily about what I would speak to him next. I like you? No. I should hint that I liked the handsome, older boy, but I shouldn't come out and say it flat out, for what if he became freaked and ditched? My heart pounded as I parted my lips to speak again.

"T...thanks for staying. That was really nice of you..." not enough hinting in what I had said, so I reached for his hand, which was close to my own, and rested my hand on top of his. Usually, in the movies, it was the guy making this move, but he seemed totally oblivious to the raging tempest of emotions swirling inside of me.

I was afraid he would cower away from my touch, my hands being as icy as they were, but Nyklus did nothing of the sort. He just left his hand there, under mine. He didn't even seem bothered. Only, was he on the inside, but was nice enough not to cower away?

Then, I turned my head to so I could see him better. he was dressed in the same clothes he had when we first crossed paths this morning. He didn't look like he hand changed at all, except for the cast that had been like an anaconda on his arm was gone, hopefully for the better. Morgaine stared into his eyes. It felt really weird, to be this close to another human, more so a male, and not have to be prepared to throw a knife at them. The stare she held with Nyklus made her feel itchy, and, and strange. It was as if I couldn't tell what was going to happen next. Then, for some reason, I inched closer to his face... then, it happened. I was kissing him. I was kissing Nyklus Moalkis.

We sat there in the tree, the silvery gray moonlight kissing our pale skin and turning it silver, for a few seconds, before I pulled away, shocked at what I had done. Did I lean in for the obvious touching of the lips or was it him? It had to be me. He didn't seem like the type to try to kiss someone he had only met just under twelve hours ago. I felt so strange, sitting there, staring at him. My once pale cheeks turned beet red and I turned away. What had I done? Was he totally disgusted with me? He didn't pull away, just like he hadn't when I had rested my freezing hand on his own, soft, warm hand. He didn't speak, and neither did I. We were a cute, awkward, couple.

[apocalypse]

Somewhere deep in my mind, I'm craving Morgaine. Sure, I'm gay. But still! It feels so nice to actually be cared about, I don't know. I'm confused at the moment. I'm confused becaise Morgaine said "Me? Miss you? I missed you just about as much as I beauty sleep." because I don't know if she likes beauty sleep! I'm confused because I just met Morgaine, I just met her, and I'm acting like I love her. But even... even liking her would be wrong, would it? I mean, I'm clearly young. I'm clearly confused, I'm young, I'm crazy. But still, it was like someone who was sure they were allergic to strawberries, for examples. They eat strawberries once and then they get a reaction and they suspect they're allergic to them. Then, one day, they eat one again some day, and nothing happens. They actually enjoy the strawberries. What if I'm the person allergic to the strawberries, and Morgaine is the strawberry I eat after so long?

I wonder if Morgaine is looking at me, because I know that I look lost, I know I am lost. I'm lost and the best part is that I have no directions to follow. I'm lost, but I never had anywhere planned to go. I think I might be too confused and maybe I should just leave, but I don't. I'm caught by Morgaine, I think. "It's so nice up here," I'm pretty sure that's her way of telling me to stay, so I do. I stay here and I sort of kind of want to just run, runaway, runaway somewhere and then sort of just like, never come back here, to these trees or district two because I know that if I do make a move on Morgaine, that the rest of my life here will be a hell. My life will be my own personal hell. I don't want hell, I think my life is already hell, actually. I feel like my life is torturous and it has nothing good about it, besides Morgiane, but I know I'm going to mess up with her. I know that whatever happens between us in the next months will be one wild ride.

"T...thanks for staying. That was really nice of you..." What? What is she trying to say? Does she like me? Or is she just trying to be friendly? "Oh, thanks. You too, I owe you a thanks, for coming." I smile at her and I look at my hand, and my fingernails, and my fingers, and my arms, and my body. I'm looking at me. But, the outside says nothing about me. I hide so much secrets, the outside of me exposes none of them. My exterior doesn't tell people I drink beer, or that I have a major-obsession over hunger games victors, or that I collect colored-papers, or that worst of all, I'm gay.

it was in the lobby when i set my sights on you,
i should have kissed you in the elevator,
but i was too scared to.
it was in the morning when i made up my mind,
i want you staplegunned right to my side all of the time.

I wonder what other people in the world are doing right now. I suppose most of them are sleeping, as it's late. Or others are at parties or at somewhere more important than up in a tree, but I sort of want to be in a true right now. As long as I'm with- I cut myself off from that though. I can't think about it, I can't think about Morgaine and I dating. But, I think it would be a good cover, and I'm bored, and I think it's obvious if I don't date someone soon. My mind is relaying excuses from the back of my head to the frontal lobe. I stare at the sun that's almost down, and I feel surprised. Morgaine has just held my hand.

I like this, her fingers are so cold against mine, her pale skin doesn't look right against my slightly tanner skin, doesn't feel right. But then again, I an accident prone, she seemed not very clumsy. She had blond hair, I had brown hair. I was gay, she was straight. It was so wrong it was almost right. I wonder what Morgaine is thinking as our hands out touching. I intertwine my fingers and look at her. She looks pretty hot, bangable even, and I would date her for real if I wasn't gay. Not that I care, I like her, and I think she could make a really good friend, but I'm gay. I have to face the fact, and I do everyday;
I- -A-M- -G-A-Y-.

I'm sure- I know other people had to deal with this in their lives, and they'd know how much suffering is involved. Your whole life is a lie, it sucks. I'm constantly paranoid that someone will find out somehow, but I don't know how they will. When Morgaine leaned in to kiss me, I forgot that I was gay, and that the boy was supposed to make the first move, silly me.

do i have to spell it out for you,
or scream it in your face?
oh the CHEMISTRY between us could DESTROY THIS PLACE !
do i have to spell it out for you,
or whisper in your ear?
oh just stop right there,
I think that we've got something here.

She had nice lips, not to be weird, and they were soft. The moon was beyond my reach, but I couldn't see it anymore. My eyes were closing and the warmth between us was enough (I think) to stop the capitol and all the cruel things they do to us, or enough to stop hunger in the upper districts, or cure cancer. Heck! This kiss was amazing, I don't care if I was gay, it felt great. It felt necessary. It definitely was. "Wow," I said. "That was... great." I don't think about how much time is passing or how strange and creepy I look, I stare. I stare at her. That kiss made me question my sexuality. All this time, I thought I was gay.

This one kiss made everything get messed up.

I actually wanted to kiss her before she kissed me. basorexia; a strong craving or hunger for kissing. That was a perfect words. It couldn't be more spot on. I was craving her kiss. Although the kiss had messed up what I thought my sexuality was, it didn't changed my thoughts, it led me to the fact that I wanted to kiss her. I think about why I like Morgaine, and I realize it's because how she makes me feel. She makes me feel like I'm special, like there is nothing wrong with me, when she doesn't even know me that well. She makes me feel important, like I mattered, and I guess that was what counted. The thing that counted was that she made me feel good, feel happy. I haven't felt like that in a while, where someone really made me feel important. She was changing everything in my life, in good ways, and bad ways. I didn't know what to think of her.

I put my hand over her hand this time. Somehow, this seemed so more artificial, after she did it first, and how I was faking it, but it still seemed real. This whole night seemed real so far, so fucking real and so perfect, yet so, not perfect. It was made of imperfect imperfections, and I made most of the imperfections.

The night was still young, though.

we were all alone when i finally made a pass at you,
it didn't work, and no it never does,
but you know how i do.
we were on the phone when i made up my mind,
i want you staplegunned right to my side all of the time.

Looking into her eyes, I knew I had to ask her out now, or never. Now sounded better. Now sounded more necessary. Seemed more necessary. I squeeze her hand tight, and I might need her hand for the next months, I'm going to need something to hold, right? "Morgaine?" I start choking back words, and I know that if I mess this up. I'm screwed. It was just six words; will you go out with me? Asking her out would be stupid though, we met twelve hours ago, and I was convinced she was a perfect fake girlfriend. It would be preposterous, but she would say yes, no? After kissing me, why not? It's not like all we did was just a kiss on the cheek. It was more than that.

"Morgaine, will you... go out with me?" There it was. Nyklus had said it. Whatever she said, Nyklus was going to have to face it. I'm worried? Of course. What if she says "I love you,"? I can't say "I love you, too." it'd be fake. I can't add another lie and secret to the long list. That reminds me, would I tell people we're dating? Why not? of course, I won't go running around district two screaming about it, but I won't keep it to myself. I look at Morgaine's eyes, and stare in them. She looks so innocent, and I know so little about her, but I shall learn. I shall learn everything, muahahah! about her.

I guess my life is so totally screwed up that one more lie won't ruin anything. Maybe just one more lie won't harm anyone or anything. We can break up sometime in the year, it will be a 'natural thing'. We'll have the feeling we don't belong together, and viola, we're done, and we never talk again. But the thing is, after we break-up, I want to stay her friend.

I can only hope.

do i have to spell it out for you,
or scream it in your face?
oh the CHEMISTRY between us could DESTROY THIS PLACE !
do i have to spell it out for you,
or whisper in your ear?
oh just stop right there,
I think that we've got something here.

[Arrow]

I stared at him. He stared at me. There we hung, frozen in the grasp of time. I, for a first time in a long period of time, felt happy. Nyklus's face was a mix of tangerine emotions. He seemed to be confused, lost, but turned on. Mission accomplished. He hadn't verbally shunned me off yet. He really had no reason to besides my sudden move. Weren't guys supposed to be the ones who took the leap into the first kiss? That was only in the picture perfect fantasy world everyone thought they saw when they looked at me. Beautiful, a career. Then they learn. As the clock ticks, I know it won't be long before my ugly truth is revealed to Nyklus. Would he shy away, or would he be a loyal dog and stay?

I looked over his body a few times. He was muscular, and had tanned skin. He didn't have any obvious reasons to lurk in the shadows of a house all day. He was strong and sexy, and his smile was oh so perfect. I wished I could be like him. A perfect career. On the outside. Everyone has their inner flaws. Nyklus did not know about mine- even the physical one, nor did I know any of his flaws he wanted to keep locked away in his heart. Then the bullet ripped through my skin. He had a girlfriend. Nyklus was hot. he was a career. He seemed perfectly capable of putting a girl he felt for before himself. He didn't seem like a jackass. Shit. I had just kissed a man with a girlfriend.

I felt my hands begin to shake, my eyes grow wide and my lips part, but no sound escaped. I felt my face blossom with red. What had I done? What would I be called besides freak and monster now? Home wrecker? Whore? No, I could no longer take that verbal abuse. The thorns had broken skin and drawn blood too many times for me to simply settle for it anymore, yet here I had gone and committed a crime in the eyes of many. Was I just begging to be damned to hell?

I reached up my convulsing hand to gently brush it across Nyklus's cheek, the warmth of his flesh sinking into my cold flesh, making me feel good to have another human with me. His cheek was silver in the moonlight. I didn't dare gaze up into his eyes. If I did take the daring leap, what would I see boring back into me? Disgust? Hate? Shock? The emotions I had seen in others a heavy majority of my life. I no longer wished to see those emotions in anyone when they gazed down upon me. For the first time in what felt like years, I felt tears of shame brim the rims of my eyes. A rock had formed deep in my throat, constricting me to breath. Then, I heard an intake of air. he must be getting ready to drop the bomb and say he already had a girlfriend, call me a whore, then run off. What he did saw was a totally different, but equally as riveting bomb.

"Will you go out with me?"

W-h-o-l-y shit. What the hell had just happened? The dude I was self assured had a girlfriend, had just asked me out? I darted my egg white eyes over Nyklus. He didn't look to be kidding. The lump in my throat suddenly vanished. The tears of shame that had lurked on my eyes dissipated into the thick spring air. My hands were no longer shaking. Nyklus didn't have a girlfriend- I wasn't going to be called a whore or a home wrecker. I was safe.

"Yes!" I eagerly jumped to an answer. It felt too damn good to have another person who didn't think you were a waste of career space to pass up. He liked me. He didn't shy away when I put my arctic on his. He didn't shove me away when I kissed him. Then he had just, plain and simple, asked me out. Then, I leaned in to kiss him again, this time positive he wouldn't shy away from my icy touch. his lips were warm, unlike mine. I kissed him more passionately, sure of myself now. I closed my eyes, this time, too. I felt my heartbeat quicken as he wrapped his arm around my neck... then, an earsplitting boom shook me, and i released Nyklus. Then the rain came down in buckets.

We must have been making out for longer than I thought. I had failed to notice the ominous boiling clouds blotting out the silvery moonlight as I shut my eyes to kiss him. Another brilliant flash made everything look like a white day before bathing the grove in blackness again, and thunder shook the tree. It was not a very smart thing to be in a tree in a thunderstorm. I felt the winds whip at my clothes. It blew my now soaking hair all over my face, leaving wet trails across my cheeks. The petals were falling off the dancing branches in showers. More lightning. The thunder viciously roared. I grabbed the hem on Nyklus's soaking shirt and pulled myself, and him, out of the tree. My back hit the ground with a hard thud. I lay there dazed for a moment, my vision blotting with the stinging rain drops before I realized that what I had done ended up with nyklus being on top of me. I blushed, then froze like a statue. My back.I had hit the ground hard. I could still feel the ghost of the impact. I would have a bruise the next time I awoke. I felt my back stiff. My limbs hardly moved. No, this couldn't be happening! Not now, when I was officially Nyklus's girlfriend. Nyklus might reconsider his offer to go steady with me once I had no choice but to reveal it to him.

"Let's get out of the damn rain," I growled, trying to prolong the revelation for as long as he wouldn't get frustrated. Was he a man of short patience? "Nyklus," I said, feeling myself choke up with nerves. "I have, some er, back trouble. My house is at the end of the grove, would you mind carrying me?"

Then, I was whisked away and we were darting down the grove. I was smiling as rain soaked through my back. Then, I felt like something tiny had godsmacked me right in the back. I looked up just in time for something else to smack my nose. Hail. The smile vanished from my face. I would have out up my long, lanky arms to shield myself, but if I did I would tumble off of Nyklus's back, and inevitably prolong my back issue. "Hail!" I screamed over the roar of the rain. More lightning. The thunder sounded like it was right over us now. A nearby crack. Then sparks. Lightning had struck a tree.

Adrenaline coursed through me. God, I was freaking out. Nyklus was tall. I was in just as bad as a spot to be struck down by lightning as if I was in a tree. Freaking out, I screamed for him to go faster. I saw the outline of the tiny, three room house not that far off. I pointed it out to Nyklus through the rain. He didn't seem to be getting that tired. I wasn't that heavy anyways.

Finally, we reached the house. I slipped off of his back. My back hadn't been a bitch for very long that time. I whispered a silent thank you to God then slid the door open. Then, we were out of the rain. As I slammed the door shut, thunder howled again.

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i thought you were ultimately right,
i know you're not, come on just let me drive.
and i say,

you sail me over the world,
you sail me over the world,
i said, i think i'll never be the same,
but you did it over again.
and i said -

The air between us probably would have burned from all the staring we were doing - if air was able to light up in flames, but I was never the smartest kid, so maybe it was possible. Maybe it was possible that the lingering air between our cold stares could have lit like a match, and ruined the whole moment. Maybe, just maybe, then, we wouldn't have to go through what we were going to face in the future. Well, maybe the future wasn't going to be too bad, but I, Nyklus Moalkis, knew in a heart-beat, that if she said "yes." then I'd be screwed (pun sort of intended).
As my thoughts were focused on burning air and a living hell, Morgaine started getting... shaky. I sort of just stared at her, stared at her body, stared at her face, stared at something I was probably going to see a lot of. I felt like I knew what she was going to say, she was going to say no, and so I was only a bit less shaky than Morgaine, except I didn't shake. I don't know why I was getting shaky, perhaps because she probably thought I was a player. She probably thought kissing a girl on the first date- no, it wasn't even a date, the first gathering(?) was wrong of me, I was moving too fast, she felt pressured. She leaned in to kiss me first though? Right? An obvious sigh of relief escaping my mouth, I could feel Morgaine's eyes burning a hole in my body.

I didn't like waiting one bit. It was very annoying and very frustration, but I wasn't going to stab Morgaine for the answer, that'd be a bad idea, almost as bad as an idea as the guy who invented homework. I didn't know if she got the question I asked, so the words on the tip of my tongue, I was about to ask again. Only, Morgaine interrupted me, Darn her! Plus, she had let me down, she had broke me, she had shaken my faith, she didn't like me and she wasn't going to be my cover up. Wait, she didn't say no -

"Yes!"

- I was mistaken at first. I smiled a big smile and wrapped my arms around Morgaine, looking at her. Staring into her eyes, pretending to be happy, which I was. But I knew I was going to regret it in the long run. Well, I had plenty of time to not screw it up or something, it's not like I'm going to get her knocked up, and then have to admit to her I'm gay, pssh. We both leaned into kiss, like we were synchronized, and I didn't shy away from her cold lips. I'm almost certain she was sick that day. The only reason her body would have been so icy is because she's just always like that. Our body temperatures were different, mine was like lava, hers like snow. I figured saying "opposites attract" would be very cliche because that would mean that we're like, completely different, but we aren't. Just our skin is. Our skin didn't matter.

My lips lingering of the taste of the watermelon I was chewing before here, I sort of wondered if Morgaine liked the taste of watermelon gum, I did. Time ticked by faster than the speed of light, or so it seemed. As heavy rain started falling, we got less intense, and eventually stopped. Then, thunder struck, and even I knew we had to get out of the trees, they weren't a good place to be during storms. After we stopped 'having fun', Morgaine pulled on the hem of my shirt (maybe trying to balance herself), and pulled us out of the tree. I hit the ground on my stomach, making me want to puke; while Morgaine fell on her back, which might have hurt just as bad. I started chuckling, finding it pretty funny, as Morgaine just lied there. I wanted to help her, I was her boyfriend now, right? That's what I was, Morgaine's boyfriend. "Let's get out of the damn rain," she has a potty-mouth, I knew that right when I met her, so it wasn't a surprise when she choked out the words. "Nyklus," she started, "I have, some er, back trouble. My house is at the end of the grove, would you mind carrying me?"
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i can't wait till you pick me up tonight,
you know i should take the wheel and drive.
and i said, i thought you were ultimately right,
the streets are empty, come on just let me drive.

and you sail me over the world,
and you sail me over the world,
i said, i think i'll never be the same,
but you did it over again.
and i said -

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i thought you were ultimately right,
i know you're not, come on just let me drive.
and i say,

you sail me over the world,
you sail me over the world,
i said, i think i'll never be the same,
but you did it over again.
and i said -

The air between us probably would have burned from all the staring we were doing - if air was able to light up in flames, but I was never the smartest kid, so maybe it was possible. Maybe it was possible that the lingering air between our cold stares could have lit like a match, and ruined the whole moment. Maybe, just maybe, then, we wouldn't have to go through what we were going to face in the future. Well, maybe the future wasn't going to be too bad, but I, Nyklus Moalkis, knew in a heart-beat, that if she said "yes." then I'd be screwed (pun sort of intended).
As my thoughts were focused on burning air and a living hell, Morgaine started getting... shaky. I sort of just stared at her, stared at her body, stared at her face, stared at something I was probably going to see a lot of. I felt like I knew what she was going to say, she was going to say no, and so I was only a bit less shaky than Morgaine, except I didn't shake. I don't know why I was getting shaky, perhaps because she probably thought I was a player. She probably thought kissing a girl on the first date- no, it wasn't even a date, the first gathering(?) was wrong of me, I was moving too fast, she felt pressured. She leaned in to kiss me first though? Right? An obvious sigh of relief escaping my mouth, I could feel Morgaine's eyes burning a hole in my body.

I didn't like waiting one bit. It was very annoying and very frustration, but I wasn't going to stab Morgaine for the answer, that'd be a bad idea, almost as bad as an idea as the guy who invented homework. I didn't know if she got the question I asked, so the words on the tip of my tongue, I was about to ask again. Only, Morgaine interrupted me, Darn her! Plus, she had let me down, she had broke me, she had shaken my faith, she didn't like me and she wasn't going to be my cover up. Wait, she didn't say no -

"Yes!"

- I was mistaken at first. I smiled a big smile and wrapped my arms around Morgaine, looking at her. Staring into her eyes, pretending to be happy, which I was. But I knew I was going to regret it in the long run. Well, I had plenty of time to not screw it up or something, it's not like I'm going to get her knocked up, and then have to admit to her I'm gay, pssh. We both leaned into kiss, like we were synchronized, and I didn't shy away from her cold lips. I'm almost certain she was sick that day. The only reason her body would have been so icy is because she's just always like that. Our body temperatures were different, mine was like lava, hers like snow. I figured saying "opposites attract" would be very cliche because that would mean that we're like, completely different, but we aren't. Just our skin is. Our skin didn't matter.

My lips lingering of the taste of the watermelon I was chewing before here, I sort of wondered if Morgaine liked the taste of watermelon gum, I did. Time ticked by faster than the speed of light, or so it seemed. As heavy rain started falling, we got less intense, and eventually stopped. Then, thunder struck, and even I knew we had to get out of the trees, they weren't a good place to be during storms. After we stopped 'having fun', Morgaine pulled on the hem of my shirt (maybe trying to balance herself), and pulled us out of the tree. I hit the ground on my stomach, making me want to puke; while Morgaine fell on her back, which might have hurt just as bad. I started chuckling, finding it pretty funny, as Morgaine just lied there. I wanted to help her, I was her boyfriend now, right? That's what I was, Morgaine's boyfriend. "Let's get out of the damn rain," she has a potty-mouth, I knew that right when I met her, so it wasn't a surprise when she choked out the words. "Nyklus," she started, "I have, some er, back trouble. My house is at the end of the grove, would you mind carrying me?" I didn't say anything, I just did it.

One of my hands grabbed underneath her knees, the other, her mid-back area. I ran, I ran fast because I wanted her to be impressed, but I knew we weren't going to get struck by lightening because, who gets struck by lightening? Out of nowhere, I hear Morgaine yell "Hail!" and so I ran faster. I ran faster for Morgaine. Then, lightening strikes a tree and Morgaine points to a little house that looks awfully cozy to me. So I ran towards it for Morgaine and we slip inside.

"This is your house? It's really nice." I say and then give her a kiss on the cheek.

i can't wait till you pick me up tonight,
you know i should take the wheel and drive.
and i said, i thought you were ultimately right,
the streets are empty, come on just let me drive.

and you sail me over the world,
and you sail me over the world,
i said, i think i'll never be the same,
but you did it over again.
and i said -

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Her clothes sticking to her, Morgaine felt like a wet dog. It wasn't a good feeling, for the sake of god, but she was okay. She would always be okay as long as she had the one human who loved her. Morgaine, blinded by the thrill of first love wasn't thinking if it was all fake. If it was an act, she was a puppet, or something was flawed. Something was wrong she would not accept through the firewall of her mind. For the first time, nothing was wrong to her. She felt Nyklus's lips brush against her cheek. She could smell the soft scent of watermelon Nyklus had had recently... it smelled good.