One Shots etc. - Page 3 - The Black Parade

Jo · 08-20-2007, 09:47 PM

Wow. That was amazing.
So good.
Have I mentioned yet how much I like this thread?
No?
Well, I love it. ^_^

**Juliet** · 08-20-2007, 09:51 PM

^_^
Thank yooooooooooou.
<33
I'm writing another atm, but I don't think it's going well and I should really be getting to bed :/

punkette22 · 08-20-2007, 09:58 PM

That was really good!

**Juliet** · 08-20-2007, 10:44 PM

Thank yoou :D
And just so you know, I had Frank in mind whilst writing this.
I don't know why, I just pictured him as I wrote it

Our Secret

Speak softly.
Breathe quietly.
Kiss slowly.
Touch delicately.
Love purely.
Nothing can touch us
In our special hideaway secret.
There is nowhere better for us
Than together
In a place where no one else
Can find.
There is no time better for us
Than forever
There is no world better than ours.

I breathed in deeply, inhaling his sweet, smoky smell, and closed my eyes as he stroked my hair. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out every external thought, trying to sink into him, soak him up, become a part of him.
But I could still hear the birds chirruping, I could still faintly smell the lavender and lilies and wild flowers, I could still feel the sun warming my skin and despite being so close to him, he kept getting further and further away.
“I’m not going to go,” he whispered, breaking the human silence.
His words made me heart soar in a truly selfish way.
“You have to,” I countered, saying what went against everything my body and heart was yearning for.
He sighed.
“I know… I don’t want to leave you.”
“You have to,” I repeated, not expanding or continuing, for fear of saying what it really is I wanted.
We bristled as a twig cracked, not too far away; fear gripped us and I could feel his heart rate speed up as the sound of life came closer.
A small, tabby cat walked past us and we breathed a sigh of relief.
It happened every time; whenever there was a rustle in the bushes, or a disturbance in the peace, we got scared, terrified even, that somebody would find us, find our special place, even though we knew it would never happen.
Tall, red, bricks walls surrounded the wild, untamed garden. One wall, we were sure, belonged to the back of a house, yet we had never seen life emerge from it, nor heard any from inside it, nor had we found an entrance, but we were sure there was a house there… But our garden: Colour bloomed from whichever way you looked with all kinds of flowers, some that I couldn’t even name, and a high, tree stood in the far left corner, with vines crawling up its trunk. It was below this tree that we stood, just him and I. Always just him and I. Nobody else knew about this place; nobody. We had stumbled across it on our second meeting, and since then, we met nowhere else.
It was our little secret – just like everything that concerned us.
We were our own little secret.
We always talked in hushed tones – just in case. We always loved, and never ‘fucked’ – just in case. We always talked and never argued – just in case. Just in case somebody found us. Just in case somebody stumbled upon our little secret garden, and found out about our little secret love.
If they did, it would be the end of us.
It was our secret that made us what we are; it was our secret that made us special.
“I don’t want to leave,” he said again, and I wished he wouldn’t because every fibre of my body burnt for him to stay with me forever and was then hit with the scalding disappointment of that never being able to happen.
“You have to,” I reiterated again.
“Are you going to be here when I get back?” Worry and fear rang out far too loudly in his voice.
“When are you going to get back?” I didn’t like his tone, it upset me and I frowned, yet everything about the last question tested him, and I hated that part of me – the antagonist.
“November.” His voice wavered tragically and stuck a knife in my heart.
By November, all the flowers will have wilted and died, the grass will be brown and frosty, and our garden diminished.
“I will be here. I’m always here,” I assured him, having just broken him down inside just a little bit.
“I know you are. I wish I could be always here. I want to stay here forever. Forever and ever. To never ever leave,” his voice took on a wishful, imaginative tone, and I could picture his eyes wide with hope as everything he was saying flashed before his eyes. “I’m going to be here. I am. Forever.”
He pulled my face up towards his, and looked deeply in my eyes.
“Let’s do it,” he proposed and my forehead creased in confusion – do what? “Let’s be here, forever, let’s never leave.” His eyes flicked towards the ‘house wall’ and everything clicked.
Live in our little secret garden.
Forever.
Him and I.
Forever.
My heart swelled and was fit to burst.
“What about everyone else?” I asked, the flame in my heart trying to engorge every drop of doubt in my mind.
“I don’t care about them. It’s just you. Just you and I. Here. Forever. We can do it.” The conviction, the love and the hope in his voice had me captivated within his dream of forever. I sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
He swept me up in his arms and kissed me softly, a barely there kiss, just enough for a spark of electricity to pass between us.

The garden looked more alive than dead, the frost sparkled like glitter in the pre-dawn light, and the skeletons of small trees, although undecorated, looked distinctly beautiful against the terracotta bricks.
It couldn’t have looked more beautiful.
I stood, my arms wrapped tightly around me, cosy in my big woollen jumper as he walked around from the little door we’d discovered, tucked away beside the dominating tree, with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to me before wrapping me up in his arms as we shared body heat.
It hadn’t even nearly been forever yet, but I knew it would last.
Because the owner of a well kept secret has one of the most powerful things in the world.
We had a well kept secret.
We also had trust.
We also had love.
And so
We had forever.

punkette22 · 08-20-2007, 10:52 PM

That was soooooooo good!

Jo · 08-20-2007, 10:55 PM

I love it!
That was beautiful, Juliet.
I could just picture it all.
You're such a talented writer.
^_^

**Juliet** · 08-21-2007, 09:30 AM

Thank you both!
^_^
<333

punkette22 · 08-21-2007, 10:30 AM

your welcome.

**Juliet** · 08-24-2007, 12:11 AM

Kiss The Stars

quickly checked behind me before opening the hatch and climbing out onto the roof. Students weren’t allowed on the roof – it was against health and safety, in case we fell and died or something – but since my second night at university, it had been my night-time hideout, where I could just lie and think and stare at the stars.
Somebody once told me, that the most beautiful things are also the most simple… And that thought always stuck with me, and when I looked up at the sparkling sky, I knew how right she was. ‘She’ is my mother, or rather was my mother; she died when I was only five, but not without imparting that small piece of wisdom.
Simplicity is beauty, and in my mind, there is nothing quite as simple, nor as beautiful, as little fiery balls of gas and ice sitting like crystal balls on the dark blanket of night.
I sighed, almost content, as I lay down on my back, with my hands behind my head and waited.
What was I waiting for, you ask?
I was waiting for him.
Yes.
Him.
I never learnt his name, nor his age, where he came from, or what he was studying, but I had spent the last who-knows-how-many nights sat beside him.

Every night, since my sixthnight atop the roof, he came – always thirty-five minutes later than I, and he always left thirty-five minutes later; I knew this because I could see him walk past if I left a crack in my dormitory door – which I always did. He astounded me, even from the first time I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

I was lying; perfectly still, on my back, staring unblinkingly at the stars, their sparkle reflecting in my eyes. I jumped out of my skin as I heard the hatch creak open and a body climb out. My eyes flicked to the left as I watched the clumsy boy sit down a metre of two from me and open a sketchbook. He brought a pencil out from his pocket and stared up at the sky for a moment, before bringing the pencil down on the paper and focusing intently on the lines.
I then shifted back into a comfortable position, and he jumped, only just noticing me there. I looked over again and a small smile flickered onto my face as I saw his face properly for the first time; his mouth opened ever so slightly as he thought about saying something, but before he could even form a sentence in his mind, I had turned my head back to the stars.
I closed my eyes, blocking out my sole purpose for lying on the roof in the cold, and I tuned in my ears to his pencil scratching and sweeping across the paper, him muttering quiet curses and reaching for an eraser as he made a mistake. I pictured his face as best I could in my mind – dark, messy hair, that fell untidily into his striking, hazel eyes, framed by strong, dark eyebrows that rose at his shock, leading down a into a cute but straight nose, finally finishing with two perfectly formed, utterly soft-looking, pale pink lips. He was the most spectacular boy I had ever basked in the presence of. He became my starry sky, and it was to be him I would lie out in the cold for.

And so yes, I waited the thirty-five minutes for him to come and join me.
Thirty-six minutes; maybe he was just running late?
Forty minutes; I started getting antsy and I found myself constantly turning to check if he was opening the hatch yet, or if I just hadn’t heard him come and he was already sat there.
After an hour had passed, I slowly realised that he would not be joining me and a sharp pain forced its way into my chest and my face contorted with disappointment and sadness. I felt let down as I quickly calculated just how many night I’d spent with him; two hundred… and… thirty two. I then, in a panicky race to stop tears, began to calculate just how many hours it was.
Thirty-five multiplied by two hundred and thirty-two… Is eight thousand, one hundred and twenty minutes.
Divide by sixty is one hundred and fifty three or thereabouts. One hundred and fifty three hours – how long is that in days?
Divide that by twenty-four then is five and a half.
Five and a half straight days in total.
I frowned as I realised that it wasn’t all that long. If we had spent only twelve hours a day with each other, it would be only eleven days.
That’s not long enough to develop feelings for somebody, is it? Especially when you don’t talk to them, or look at them, or… or anything.
Can you fall in love without knowing someone? Well, people talked about love at first sight, so it was possible, I assumed.
I debated with this question for several minutes – did I love him? Was that even conceivable? Could I even love him?
My brain whirred into action and I managed to convince myself – however truthfully or untruthfully – that I didn’t love him – no.
I turned my mind to something else.
I sighed and wiped my eyes as small tears streaked down my face and my mind went into overdrive, compiling lists of reasons he could possibly have for not joining me.
He could be sick – but he’d not been sick all year.
He could be out at a party – he didn’t seem like the party type to me, but who knows?
He could be finishing up an overdue assignment – again, he didn’t seem like that type.

For every reason, I managed to find an excuse for him and when it really came down to it; maybe he just didn’t want to come anymore.
I lay down on the hard rooftop and curled onto my side… I missed him. I missed his company, which sounds absurd, but I did. When I was with him, I felt a warm sense of acceptance enfold around me, and I didn’t feel alone. Listening to him draw beside me every single night brought a sense of familiarity and I felt at home.
But now, I felt hollow and empty; the warmth was gone and I shivered in my solidarity, before sighing and uncurling out onto my back and gazing up at the stars. They didn’t instil peace within me, nor did they make me smile like they used to; they didn’t sparkle and dance, the just hung there dully, barely illuminating the dark sky, with little help from the thin, crescent moon that peeked out from behind a black cloud. The world around me was cold and unwelcoming and so I heaved myself off the ground and wrapped my arms around me, then walked down the stairs, stopping outside my dorm door. I opened it a little and could see my roommate, a rather drunken crack head, passed out and hanging off the edge of her bed with her mouth wide open and she was snoring lightly. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head, shutting the door and walking out of the building and I then stood for a while, my head turning left and right, deciding which way to go.
With just a second’s hesitation, I turned left and walked off towards the boys’ building – yeah, we had separate buildings, roll with it.
Once at the entrance, I stood dithering for a while, I didn’t know where his dorm was, or even if he would be there, or what I wanted out of finding him.
“Uh, can I get past?”
I whirled round and stumbled back into the door, my mouth open and eyes wide.
It was him.
Him.

Too many characters.

**Juliet** · 08-24-2007, 12:11 AM

As he saw me, his face also registered a look of shock, albeit a much more attractive one and he recovered his composure a lot quicker than I did.
I’d never looked him full in the face properly before and it left me quite breathless, every beautiful feature was intensified with the symmetry and his pale skin glowed brilliantly under the light of the stars which had begun to shimmer and sparkle like they always used to. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his autumny orbs of brilliance as I stood straighter and pulled myself together as best I could. My mouth was dry and my mind clouded as all I could focus on was him. Him in all his exquisite resplendence. Him for whom I had just been searching. Him.
Him.
And then he smiled. A smile that instantaneously and simultaneously had my heart breaking, and had me falling in love with him.
We stared at each other for a period of time that I couldn’t ascertain – it could have been only seconds, or it could have been hours, the length didn’t bother me, because once again, I was back in his presence, I was back feeling at home.
Then I knew.
I knew. I loved him. It wasn’t love at first sight, oh no, and it couldn’t have been conventional love either, but it was love and no less than. I managed a smile in return and he then smiled even wider.
“So um… Sorry I didn’t make it tonight,” he said quietly, laughing a little. I just shook my head at him, unable to talk, still so utterly in awe. “I just… There was something else I had to do,” he explains and I nod. He held his hand out.
“I’m Gerard. It’s nice to… finally talk to you.”
I held my hand out to him and he shook it, but I still couldn’t find my voice. He looked expectant, waiting for me to respond, but I just drew a blank every time I opened my mouth. He took my breath away and all I could see was him, all I could hear was him, all I could do was stare in wonder. My hand tingled and felt fuzzy where he had held it and it felt like the touch of an angel.
I smiled at him, slightly apologetically for my current muteness, and he cocked his head to the side before sitting down on the wall.
“So… Why, then, do you sit every night and stare at the stars?” he asked.
At the mention of the thing that led me to see him, I came around.
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered. “They remind me of my mum. They let me think… And you’re there. You.”
He didn’t reply, unless you’d count a twitch of a smile, but he got up and stood closer to me than he had done previously. I gulped.
“Why do you sit every night and draw?” I asked.
He considered this question a moment.
“When I look at the stars, I see myself, I feel myself more clearly. And then after seeing you there, there was nowhere else I could possibly want to be,” he stated, quite boldly.
I looked up, once more shocked into a state of silence.
He shrugged and I nodded, why I’m not too sure.
“So then. How about it?”
How about what? I didn’t know what he was suggesting.
He smiled, laughter twinkling in his eyes and he took my hand, leaning close into my face and he whispered in my ear.
“Let’s go and kiss the stars.”

There. Done