Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Nine: Undeniable
BE SURE TO READ THE NOTES AT THE END; ITS IMPORTANT.
“Nix I already told you, I’m going!” Mike chuckled.
I pouted at him, “Fine! It’ll just be Jaime, Vic and I!”
Mike shrugged and I gasped dramatically at how casual he was about missing out on hanging out this afternoon. Apparently, Mike was also invited to Tony’s little after school thing at the bowling alley. It’s quite easy to believe since they are pretty close friends. But still, I’m use to all four of us when we hang out.
“Where’s Himes anyway?” I wondered aloud. The final bell of the day had sounded five minutes ago. Mike and I were standing under the willow tree, waiting for the other two.
Mike shrugged, “No clue.”
I was looking over all the students flooding out of the school when I finally spotted the spiky-do that could only belong to the one and only Jaime. He waved and jogged over to us.
“Hey guys!”
“Hey!” I greeted. I then remembered my small grudge and elbowed Mike, looking at Jaime. “This buster is ditching us to hang out with Perry.”
Jaime laughed, “Ah, it’s fine. Mike can’t bowl for shit so he’ll probably just talk and eat. We’re not missing anything.”
I giggled and Mike jokingly glared at a grinning Jaime. Vic later waltzed over and we all walked in the direction of our homes.
“You look fucking hot Nix!” Zoey squealed, snapping the bedazzled skull necklace around my neck for me.
“What?” I asked as she stepped from behind me, confused by her blunt statement. I came home to wash up and change before I went to hang out. My slowly developing fashion sense was put to the test when I picked out what I’d be wearing to Vic’s house. I decided on a simple graphic top that showed a little bit of my midriff and matching yellow shorts. I was going for comfortable, not sexy. (Outfit Below c:)
“You heard me! Damn…I taught you well.”
I giggled as I slid on my bracelets, “About that, thanks Zoey.”
Her eyes seemed to linger on my wrists before she waved her hand dismissively, “Stop with the gratitude! You’ve thanked me about a million times and I’m sick of it."
I smiled at her mock chastising me and she ducked out of my room, heading out to hang with her own friends. Zoey was still kind of close to Tinsley but told me she wishes could have seen her face when I told her off. I grinned just thinking about the first time I’ve ever stood up for myself. Tinsley’s priceless face and her friends’ gaping mouths were worth all the gold in the world and I couldn’t be happier with the way I handled the situation. I touched up my eyeliner and mascara and stomped my feet into a pair of black combat boots. I coated my lips with a thin layer of gloss and shook my hair out. Sparing a final glance at my reflection, I threw a small, black backpack with my Calculus notes over my shoulders and headed to Vic’s house.
My hands were shoved into my pockets and my boots quietly clicked against the pavement. The trees were swaying to the rhythm of the California breeze and the sun was slightly tucked away by a plush, white cloud. Everything seemed serene and gentle, perfectly still but so full of life. It was such a beautiful Monday- a Monday full of so many firsts. The tug of a small smile pulled on my lips and I looked down at the passing cement. Before I knew it, I was in front of Vic and Mike’s house. I hopped up the front steps and knocked on the door.
“Just fucking walk in!” Jaime yelled from beyond the door. I shook my head and turned the unlocked knob, stepping into the house.
“Sorry that I have manors,” I joked.
“Whatever. Help me with this homework!” Jaime pouted from his spot on the beautiful rug.
I plopped down on the floor next to him and began explaining the necessary formula for certain problems as well as how to plug in information correctly. I helped him through a few for almost thirty minutes.
“Where’s Vic?” I asked suddenly as Jaime tried another problem on his own.
“Er, basement. He’ll be up soon,” Jaime informed, his eyes trained on the paper full of numbers.
I nodded and looked down at Jaime’s homework, “You did it Himes!”
He popped his ‘invisible collar’ and cleared his throat, “Its nothing.”
I squinted my eyes, “You looked like you were about to cry when I came.”
Jaime jumped to defend himself, “Vic and Mike never dust this damn room!”
I laughed and he collected his things and stood up.
“Where are you going?”
I saw slight conflict in his eyes for a small moment before he responded, “I have to head home. I haven't done my chores yet. See you when you get home?”
I nodded understandingly, “Alright then, bye!”
“I’m leaving!” Jaime shouted near the basement door.
He swung the front door open and exited, leaving me by myself. I shrugged and headed to the kitchen and dug around in Mike’s stash of junk food. I found an opened family size bag of chips and headed back to the living room to watch some TV and snack till Vic came out. In all honesty, I didn’t mind being alone with Vic. Jaime’s strange behavior was a bit troubling but I dismissed it seeing as how it wasn’t causing an immediate problem. I heard the creak of the basement entrance open up and Vic step through with a guitar on his back and a notepad in his hand. He looked tired all day at school today and he looked even more worn out now. Vic was wearing a Pantera tee and black skinnies- the same clothes he wore to school today. He gave off a slightly nervous aura and his hair was disheveled.
He looks…
He looks beautiful.
I quickly shook the thought and did my best to not stare.
“Hey Victor,” I greeted, dragging out his name playfully and finishing up the bag of chips.
He stared at me a little longer than necessary before he finally responded
“Hey Nix,” he said with a small smile. I began to worry at his dim mood but quickly became curious once he took his guitar in his hands and set the notepad open and on the coffee table. He took a seat on the cushion next to mine and looked up at me with those big, hopeful brown eyes.
“I uh...” he cleared his throat, “I wrote something.”
I continued to stare into his eyes, doing my best to grasp the situation without losing my cool.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about everything…Your scars, the breakdown, you dying.”
My heart thudded painfully against my chest at his words but I remained silent; at a total loss for words.
“I started it the night we took you to the hospital and I stayed up all last night with my journal and my guitar…writing.”
His journal; He always had it with him and no one has ever laid eyes on anything between the covers of the book. The fact that he wrote something for me in something so precious to him touched me in the most indescribable way. My blood was pumping faster and the temperature in the room seemed to rise.
“I-I want you to hear it. You need to hear it,” he conceded his voice slightly shaking. “I was familiar with the little things you did. Scratching at your wrists, that withdrawn look you often had on your face. I- I saw the signs early on and easily because I was familiar with it all. A little too familiar.”
I gulped nervously, my mouth suddenly dry and my posture tense.
Vic took the guitar in his hands and began to strum softly. The tune was hauntingly beautiful and slow. There was a poetic flow to the string of notes he strummed and plucked.
It wasn’t till he opened his mouth and sang the first few lines of the song that my eyes began to water.
“She sits up high surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy!"
I took in a sharp breath. I remember having parents but they passed before I could have known my parents but I’ve always wondered if they watched over me, if they-- whether they would or still did care, even if they were dead. Was there an after life? If so did they think about me? Seeing as how I'm a foster kid, it's pretty safe to say the thoughts he depicted in the lyrics were a given.
“And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?”
His eyes fluttered closed and I felt myself almost choke up. He's doing what no one has ever bothered to do...understand.
”I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel
Burned out
It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again”
K-Knows what its like? So he’s- No. It can’t be…
How can someone so beautiful feel like me? Its not fair.
"If I were you, I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again
Darling you'll be okay
And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."
A tear raced down my cheek at the accuracy of his assessment of my emotions. I was trying to keep my tears at bay but it was all too much. It was like he was in my head as much as Phe.
“And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound (over the sound)
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
Tell me where did it go?”
The final notes of the masterpiece he just strummed and sang for me rang in my ears and I felt a strong flutter in my stomach as he took off his guitar.
Both Vic and I looked at each other and my head spun. My heart lurched and the desire I felt was unimaginably strong. Realization backed me into a corner, forcing me to acknowledged everything. Every look he's ever given me, everything he's ever said to me, everything he's ever done for me. In the blink of an eye, I was in his lap.
I kissed him.
I kissed him with every shred of passion I could muster. His arms wrapped around my waist and we fought desperately to be closer to each other- what was possible simply wasn’t enough. Our lips moved in sync and our bodies pressed together perfectly. My fingers tangled in his hair and our ardent feelings radiated from our beings and swallowed up the room in sultry flames. He showed his heart in more ways than one so I'm showing him mine. I didn’t want anyone or anything anymore.
All I needed was this moment…
all I needed was Vic.
“Nix I already told you, I’m going!” Mike chuckled.
I pouted at him, “Fine! It’ll just be Jaime, Vic and I!”
Mike shrugged and I gasped dramatically at how casual he was about missing out on hanging out this afternoon. Apparently, Mike was also invited to Tony’s little after school thing at the bowling alley. It’s quite easy to believe since they are pretty close friends. But still, I’m use to all four of us when we hang out.
“Where’s Himes anyway?” I wondered aloud. The final bell of the day had sounded five minutes ago. Mike and I were standing under the willow tree, waiting for the other two.
Mike shrugged, “No clue.”
I was looking over all the students flooding out of the school when I finally spotted the spiky-do that could only belong to the one and only Jaime. He waved and jogged over to us.
“Hey guys!”
“Hey!” I greeted. I then remembered my small grudge and elbowed Mike, looking at Jaime. “This buster is ditching us to hang out with Perry.”
Jaime laughed, “Ah, it’s fine. Mike can’t bowl for shit so he’ll probably just talk and eat. We’re not missing anything.”
I giggled and Mike jokingly glared at a grinning Jaime. Vic later waltzed over and we all walked in the direction of our homes.
“You look fucking hot Nix!” Zoey squealed, snapping the bedazzled skull necklace around my neck for me.
“What?” I asked as she stepped from behind me, confused by her blunt statement. I came home to wash up and change before I went to hang out. My slowly developing fashion sense was put to the test when I picked out what I’d be wearing to Vic’s house. I decided on a simple graphic top that showed a little bit of my midriff and matching yellow shorts. I was going for comfortable, not sexy. (Outfit Below c:)
“You heard me! Damn…I taught you well.”
I giggled as I slid on my bracelets, “About that, thanks Zoey.”
Her eyes seemed to linger on my wrists before she waved her hand dismissively, “Stop with the gratitude! You’ve thanked me about a million times and I’m sick of it."
I smiled at her mock chastising me and she ducked out of my room, heading out to hang with her own friends. Zoey was still kind of close to Tinsley but told me she wishes could have seen her face when I told her off. I grinned just thinking about the first time I’ve ever stood up for myself. Tinsley’s priceless face and her friends’ gaping mouths were worth all the gold in the world and I couldn’t be happier with the way I handled the situation. I touched up my eyeliner and mascara and stomped my feet into a pair of black combat boots. I coated my lips with a thin layer of gloss and shook my hair out. Sparing a final glance at my reflection, I threw a small, black backpack with my Calculus notes over my shoulders and headed to Vic’s house.
My hands were shoved into my pockets and my boots quietly clicked against the pavement. The trees were swaying to the rhythm of the California breeze and the sun was slightly tucked away by a plush, white cloud. Everything seemed serene and gentle, perfectly still but so full of life. It was such a beautiful Monday- a Monday full of so many firsts. The tug of a small smile pulled on my lips and I looked down at the passing cement. Before I knew it, I was in front of Vic and Mike’s house. I hopped up the front steps and knocked on the door.
“Just fucking walk in!” Jaime yelled from beyond the door. I shook my head and turned the unlocked knob, stepping into the house.
“Sorry that I have manors,” I joked.
“Whatever. Help me with this homework!” Jaime pouted from his spot on the beautiful rug.
I plopped down on the floor next to him and began explaining the necessary formula for certain problems as well as how to plug in information correctly. I helped him through a few for almost thirty minutes.
“Where’s Vic?” I asked suddenly as Jaime tried another problem on his own.
“Er, basement. He’ll be up soon,” Jaime informed, his eyes trained on the paper full of numbers.
I nodded and looked down at Jaime’s homework, “You did it Himes!”
He popped his ‘invisible collar’ and cleared his throat, “Its nothing.”
I squinted my eyes, “You looked like you were about to cry when I came.”
Jaime jumped to defend himself, “Vic and Mike never dust this damn room!”
I laughed and he collected his things and stood up.
“Where are you going?”
I saw slight conflict in his eyes for a small moment before he responded, “I have to head home. I haven't done my chores yet. See you when you get home?”
I nodded understandingly, “Alright then, bye!”
“I’m leaving!” Jaime shouted near the basement door.
He swung the front door open and exited, leaving me by myself. I shrugged and headed to the kitchen and dug around in Mike’s stash of junk food. I found an opened family size bag of chips and headed back to the living room to watch some TV and snack till Vic came out. In all honesty, I didn’t mind being alone with Vic. Jaime’s strange behavior was a bit troubling but I dismissed it seeing as how it wasn’t causing an immediate problem. I heard the creak of the basement entrance open up and Vic step through with a guitar on his back and a notepad in his hand. He looked tired all day at school today and he looked even more worn out now. Vic was wearing a Pantera tee and black skinnies- the same clothes he wore to school today. He gave off a slightly nervous aura and his hair was disheveled.
He looks…
He looks beautiful.
I quickly shook the thought and did my best to not stare.
“Hey Victor,” I greeted, dragging out his name playfully and finishing up the bag of chips.
He stared at me a little longer than necessary before he finally responded
“Hey Nix,” he said with a small smile. I began to worry at his dim mood but quickly became curious once he took his guitar in his hands and set the notepad open and on the coffee table. He took a seat on the cushion next to mine and looked up at me with those big, hopeful brown eyes.
“I uh...” he cleared his throat, “I wrote something.”
I continued to stare into his eyes, doing my best to grasp the situation without losing my cool.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about everything…Your scars, the breakdown, you dying.”
My heart thudded painfully against my chest at his words but I remained silent; at a total loss for words.
“I started it the night we took you to the hospital and I stayed up all last night with my journal and my guitar…writing.”
His journal; He always had it with him and no one has ever laid eyes on anything between the covers of the book. The fact that he wrote something for me in something so precious to him touched me in the most indescribable way. My blood was pumping faster and the temperature in the room seemed to rise.
“I-I want you to hear it. You need to hear it,” he conceded his voice slightly shaking. “I was familiar with the little things you did. Scratching at your wrists, that withdrawn look you often had on your face. I- I saw the signs early on and easily because I was familiar with it all. A little too familiar.”
I gulped nervously, my mouth suddenly dry and my posture tense.
Vic took the guitar in his hands and began to strum softly. The tune was hauntingly beautiful and slow. There was a poetic flow to the string of notes he strummed and plucked.
It wasn’t till he opened his mouth and sang the first few lines of the song that my eyes began to water.
“She sits up high surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy!"
I took in a sharp breath. I remember having parents but they passed before I could have known my parents but I’ve always wondered if they watched over me, if they-- whether they would or still did care, even if they were dead. Was there an after life? If so did they think about me? Seeing as how I'm a foster kid, it's pretty safe to say the thoughts he depicted in the lyrics were a given.
“And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go?”
His eyes fluttered closed and I felt myself almost choke up. He's doing what no one has ever bothered to do...understand.
”I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel
Burned out
It gets you down,
We've all been there sometimes
But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again”
K-Knows what its like? So he’s- No. It can’t be…
How can someone so beautiful feel like me? Its not fair.
"If I were you, I'd put that away
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again
Darling you'll be okay
And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same
'Cause I can't take anymore
I'll draw the shades and close the door
Everything's not alright and I would rather..."
A tear raced down my cheek at the accuracy of his assessment of my emotions. I was trying to keep my tears at bay but it was all too much. It was like he was in my head as much as Phe.
“And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound (over the sound)
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
Tell me where did it go?”
The final notes of the masterpiece he just strummed and sang for me rang in my ears and I felt a strong flutter in my stomach as he took off his guitar.
Both Vic and I looked at each other and my head spun. My heart lurched and the desire I felt was unimaginably strong. Realization backed me into a corner, forcing me to acknowledged everything. Every look he's ever given me, everything he's ever said to me, everything he's ever done for me. In the blink of an eye, I was in his lap.
I kissed him.
I kissed him with every shred of passion I could muster. His arms wrapped around my waist and we fought desperately to be closer to each other- what was possible simply wasn’t enough. Our lips moved in sync and our bodies pressed together perfectly. My fingers tangled in his hair and our ardent feelings radiated from our beings and swallowed up the room in sultry flames. He showed his heart in more ways than one so I'm showing him mine. I didn’t want anyone or anything anymore.
All I needed was this moment…
all I needed was Vic.
Notes
Phoenix's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/yellow/set?id=98830424
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