Neon
Title: Neon. (1/1)
Author:
secularsaint :: Katie
Rating: PG
Summary: "Maybe I could see the future, because I knew at that moment, by saving him, I would save myself."
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, inspiration from the book 'Everworld'.
Author Notes: Wrote this to take my mind off of the fact Summer School starts tomorrow. I'm graduating early and it's scary to be in a room with people 3 or 4 years older than me.
He considered me, eyes roaming over my face. My cheeks, my eyes, like he was judging me. It was thrilling, unnerving, disconcerting.
Then he kissed me. Slow, metallic, neon. Poisonous, lethargic gases seeping into my mouth through that one small connection. The light turned green. He pulled away. I put my foot on the gas.
He smiled, perfect teeth refracting blue and gold light from a sign. I looked at him. I knew nothing about him. What I knew about Peter was really what I knew about myself. I knew how he made me feel. How amazing it would make me feel to wake up every morning and know that he was a part of me.
But that was about me, about him? I knew nothing.
I pulled by the lake, "The radio sucks, sorry." My radio's FM was broken and I got one AM station.
"I noticed," he laughed and closed his eyes. "S'okay, though. Quiet is good now."
I tried to get up the nerve to kiss him again. But he was untouchable. An undefinable, semi-permeable aura was his constant companion. And I was too afraid I wouldn't be able to get past.
We sat there, sounds of water lapping against the shore. The not entirely too distant sounds of traffic made itself heard through the thin layer of trees disguising itself as a dense wood in the dark.
"Something's going to happen," he was looking at me, wide-eyed, terrified, earnest.
"What- what do you mean, 'something'?"
He shook his head and looked up, maybe trying to distinguish stars from the lights of planes and satellites. Or maybe just trying to think. "I dunno, something. Y'know?"
I shivered, I didn't know. But there was a thing in his voice, a quiver, maybe the octave it had dipped down into. It sounded so sure, so serious. Like fate.
He looked over at me, there was a twinkle in his eyes. A far off light, visible even in the glow cast by a sleeping city. "Sometimes I see things before they happen. It's like there's a movie playing out in my head, and then it happens. Sometimes, I wonder- did I just see it? Or, did I make it happen?"
I shrugged, tried to pretend I know what I was saying. "Maybe it's a little bit of both."
He bought it, or pretended to for my sake. "Maybe." Then, shyly, like he was unsure of what would happen next, he asked the question that would enslave, condemn, free, trap me forever. "When...when it happens, Patrick," he paused and scanned my face. "Will you save me?" He looked at me pleadingly, desperate. All pretense was lost in this moonlit conversation.
"Yeah, I'll save you." Maybe I could see the future, because I knew at that moment, by saving him, I would save myself.
He kissed me, and then again. And each time he opened his lips to mine I felt another part of me drain away. And I didn't care.
Author:
secularsaint :: KatieRating: PG
Summary: "Maybe I could see the future, because I knew at that moment, by saving him, I would save myself."
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, inspiration from the book 'Everworld'.
Author Notes: Wrote this to take my mind off of the fact Summer School starts tomorrow. I'm graduating early and it's scary to be in a room with people 3 or 4 years older than me.
He considered me, eyes roaming over my face. My cheeks, my eyes, like he was judging me. It was thrilling, unnerving, disconcerting.
Then he kissed me. Slow, metallic, neon. Poisonous, lethargic gases seeping into my mouth through that one small connection. The light turned green. He pulled away. I put my foot on the gas.
He smiled, perfect teeth refracting blue and gold light from a sign. I looked at him. I knew nothing about him. What I knew about Peter was really what I knew about myself. I knew how he made me feel. How amazing it would make me feel to wake up every morning and know that he was a part of me.
But that was about me, about him? I knew nothing.
I pulled by the lake, "The radio sucks, sorry." My radio's FM was broken and I got one AM station.
"I noticed," he laughed and closed his eyes. "S'okay, though. Quiet is good now."
I tried to get up the nerve to kiss him again. But he was untouchable. An undefinable, semi-permeable aura was his constant companion. And I was too afraid I wouldn't be able to get past.
We sat there, sounds of water lapping against the shore. The not entirely too distant sounds of traffic made itself heard through the thin layer of trees disguising itself as a dense wood in the dark.
"Something's going to happen," he was looking at me, wide-eyed, terrified, earnest.
"What- what do you mean, 'something'?"
He shook his head and looked up, maybe trying to distinguish stars from the lights of planes and satellites. Or maybe just trying to think. "I dunno, something. Y'know?"
I shivered, I didn't know. But there was a thing in his voice, a quiver, maybe the octave it had dipped down into. It sounded so sure, so serious. Like fate.
He looked over at me, there was a twinkle in his eyes. A far off light, visible even in the glow cast by a sleeping city. "Sometimes I see things before they happen. It's like there's a movie playing out in my head, and then it happens. Sometimes, I wonder- did I just see it? Or, did I make it happen?"
I shrugged, tried to pretend I know what I was saying. "Maybe it's a little bit of both."
He bought it, or pretended to for my sake. "Maybe." Then, shyly, like he was unsure of what would happen next, he asked the question that would enslave, condemn, free, trap me forever. "When...when it happens, Patrick," he paused and scanned my face. "Will you save me?" He looked at me pleadingly, desperate. All pretense was lost in this moonlit conversation.
"Yeah, I'll save you." Maybe I could see the future, because I knew at that moment, by saving him, I would save myself.
He kissed me, and then again. And each time he opened his lips to mine I felt another part of me drain away. And I didn't care.