**Eh, I was in the mood for a little romance. =p Got this story from basically a lot of things in my life, twisted all around to make a small, short story.**

**It's a one shot, people, get over it.**

**Enjoy.**

**Kree**

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He watched her storm around the bend of the street, sharply turning the corner and almost crashed into the cage-like metal fence. She was definitely angry or upset, her irises flaring with an all too familiar flame in a spectacle of brown and green. It was hard to distinguish exactly what color her eyes were, and the shade was almost like the color of mud shaken up and down a few times. They were certainly not bright but rather, alarming and cold, and as she wore those eyes, she never seemed to look satisfied. He watched her grind her teeth, her molars screaming with the intensity of the friction as he spotted her fists clenching the black backpack slung lazily around her shoulder. Her cheeks were lit with sparks of fury and she didn't even bother to hide it. Walking swiftly on heavy feet, her strides were long and fast, mad like the rage of the devil. Her unvarying shade of brown hair swayed from the left and right as she approached him, adding more to the vigorousness of her state of mind. It never occurred to him that a person could look so beautiful when they're angry.

Of course, she was mostly always angry with him. That was their kind of relationship: annoy each other, kill each other, and then annoy them again. There was nothing real personal about their conversations most of the time, because it was mostly banter, teasing, and relentless taunting. It was a wonder that they even called each other friends. They didn't exactly hate each other, but they weren't the best of friends either. They were rivals, varying from times to intense aggravation to friendly competition. Once in awhile, they'd even team up together. Never before had we sat down and had a personal discussion before. They'd pass in the halls since junior high, smirking at each other and perhaps tease each other about the current issue of exasperation, but nothing else. He was too much afraid.

He was afraid even now, even though he had gotten the hang of hiding it. For some reason, this mask didn't seem to fit his face anymore as he struggled to fit it on. "What has come over me right now?" He thought to himself as he stared at the girl walking towards him. "I have to get my act together before I start coming loose."

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime and was in actuality, only a few seconds, she stood before them. "Hey," she spoke in a quiet tone, obviously trying to cut down her temper.

"Hello," he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking down at the ground. He tried to make it seem that he was not impressed with the presence of an angel. "What's wrong with you?" he asked in a monotonous tone. He'd never actually touched on delicate topics such as this before, even when he did see her this upset with someone other than himself. Maybe he could try.

"Nothing that would concern once." See, the sarcasm had already started. And he was just trying to be nice.

"Hey, I was just askin'," he put his hands up in the air, as if the police were about to handcuff him. "I mean, you look pretty upset."

"Don't I always?" she crossed her arms, sighing, and then trailing the sky with her eyes. Could she just stop for one little second? After all, he knew that she had emotional conversations with other people before.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Whoa. Talk about an out of character question.

She seemed to catch that as well as he watched her raise an eyebrow. "I don't think you'd want to hear me complain about my life, Donman."

"I don't care," he shrugged, sliding his hands back in his pockets. "What's up?"

"Well," she leaned back on the prickly, fence, it's welcoming just as open as a porcupine's back. "It's nothing really, my parents are just pissing me off. Nothing out of the norm," she looked at him with her strangely toned eyes. "Are you sure you want me to go on? No doubt I'd just bore you to death."

"No, really," he shook his head. "Go on." Man, he was letting his guard down.

"Okay." she still looked at him in an awkward way, and he could sense the suspicion lingering in her voice. "It's really nothing that 're just being extremely moody and impossible. I mean, aren't all parents?"

"Yeah, I guess," he nodded. "Go on."

Her eyes traveled from one side of a milky white sea to the other, forming a look of confusion. "Kaspar, are you sure you want to talk about this? We never really did this before."

"Come on, just pretend that I'm your psychological counselor." There we go. He put a little bit of his orthodox self into that comment, and overall, he was successful. He chased her lips into a crescent moon, melting his own heart into tiny, multiple puddles. Damn. Every single time.

"They want me to do things I don't want to do. They want me go for things I don't really want. They want me to be someone that I could never be, nor would I want to either. Just stuff like that." her voice escaped into an oblivion as the movements of her lips mesmerized him into a trance. "They don't really know me or what I want, and it's been causing more tensions now.I mean, we are going to college after one more year of high school, and they care nothing about my goals or appreciate anything I do." she stopped herself suddenly, abruptly tossing her head towards him. "Where is everybody? It's 4:30 already and nobody else is here. We have to start studying for that AP exam." It was as if she had completely forgotten what they were previously talking about when she suddenly changed the subject.

His eyes shifted to the left and he knew he was caught in the lie. Everybody they invited was going to some other party, and he failed to let her know that it would only be him and her. In fact, he purposely chose this time and day so that it would be the two of them alone. She had not been invited to the party, even though he was. Many years ago, she had been friendly with many people, but as the years passed by, there were fewer and fewer people who took a liking to her. He wondered what caused her to change so drastically and push everyone away, but in a way, he could find nothing different about her. It was certainly a strange and unusual case.

She was staring at him, waiting for an answer. He had to keep his cool and hold up for as long as he could. He knew that eventually, he did have to tell her, but his heart was throbbing too quickly for him to feel comfortable now. He was too nervous, shivering in the freezing depths of fear and doubts. He found it amazing that he could hide this all from her, from everyone, with a cocky smirk and a witty attitude. Would he be able to drop the act before it was too late to tell her?

"Actually, they're all at Karen's party," he began, putting all his lying expertise into this one moment. "I guess I forgot to tell you that it would only be you and me."

She blinked and rubbed her hand across half of her face. "Are you kidding me." she spoke rhetorically, frustration strangling the few flowers in her mind. "Why didn't you go to Karen's party? Weren't you invited?"

"Do I have go to every single party I'm invited to?"

"Why didn't you go? Don't you like her?" Her voice transformed into crimination, a metamorphosis that somewhat astonished him. He'd heard her say things like this before, but never in such an accusing tone.

"Hey Morgan, why is that every time I mention her name, you start saying that I like her?" he questioned, crossing his arms.

"I'm only teasing you, Donman," she smirked, but she did not look so confident. "After all, everyone knows it's true."

"How do you know that I don't like somebody else?" he mused, his voice slithering in retaliation.

"Oh, so you've told somebody who you like?" she grinned, her eyes igniting with excitement and ultimate plotting.

"Yeah right," he snorted. "You think I would tell my friends? They're all jackasses." And it was true. He didn't have many friends either; just a few people who followed him around, a few people he hung out with, two or three friends, and her. It had been like that for as long as he could remember.

"Well that's one thing." she paused with a small smile. "That we have in common."

He smiled back, unconsciously inching closer and closer to her as he spoke. "I don't like Karen, Morgan. Not like that."

"Sure, as if I haven't heard that one before," she rolled her eyes.

"But I do like somebody," he continued.

"Girl or guy?"

He would have laughed at that if he hadn't trained himself so long ago not to. "Haha, very funny, Morgan. I'm surprised that you still ask me that."

"Hey, you did have a share of your boyfriends," she bantered playfully. "So what are they? Guy or girl?

"I don't know, I haven't had the chance to check. If I could get them to come over one night then maybe."

Morgan shook her head over and over again, trying to hide a smile. "God, Donman, you've still got it."

"But you just love that about me, don't you?" He elbowed her a little, taking the moment to get the tiniest bit close to her. "You love everything about me, don't you?" In a twisted way, he wished with all his heart that it were true.

"Of course, Kaspar," her eyes took a spin again. Her voice was taking a trip through a field of acid. "I love you with all my heart."

"Really?" His voice suddenly softened, immediately sparking a chemical reaction through Morgan's eyes. "Because I love you too."

He could see the hesitation creeping up into her complexion as she forced a laugh. Obviously, she wasn't sure whether or not he was joking, but was hoping with all her heart that the dark haired boy who stood in front of her was going through his usual banter. He watched the uneasiness grow steadily onto her face, corrupting her stable visage of serenity and coolness. This moment was set in his mind for ages and ages, and there was no turning back. For the most part, he was sure that these feelings could never be returned, but he had to tell her; had to open the jail to a box of emotions he never cared before to have released. However, the prisoners were banging on the prison walls, knocking him from side to side, and he knew that they had to come out.

"Morgan, I've loved you since the sixth grade. All these years I've wished that I could tell you the truth, and I wish I did earlier," his sincere voice spun a carpet of enchantment, terrifying the girl who stood in front of her rather than making her feel comfortable.

A strand of her tan colored hair fell beside her face as she carefully placed it behind her ear with her fingertips. "Okay, Kaspar, stop. You're starting to scare me. Please tell me you're joking."

"It's nice to know that I'm scaring you at the wrong moment," he sighed, putting his hands to his face, wiping off sweat and hiding his emotions at the same time. This wasn't going too well.

"Kaspar." her voice trembled as her eyes refused to glance up at him. "You are joking, right?" His lips were paralyzed as he watched her movements quiver when she turned around. It took him a few seconds to realize that she was walking away from him, her paces quickening with each step. He shook out of his dazed state and sprinted towards her, putting one hand on her shoulder. He could feel her shoulder jolt from surprise as she looked back up at him with sad eyes. "Please stop, Kaspar. You know I have a boyfriend already."

His heart fell as she said those words. Of course he knew that she had a boyfriend and ever since they had started going out in the eighth grade, he had resented him. He went to a different school, so he couldn't even talk to him. He couldn't even meet the guy who had taken the heart of the girl he loved. At least then he would know what kind of guy he was competing against. Regardless of the fact that she had a boyfriend, he couldn't force himself to stop liking her, even when things were terribly unbearable at times.

"Kaspar," she spoke his name with the taste of paper candy on her lips. He loved it when she called him Kaspar, rather than his last name. "Kaspar, I love him. I could never hurt him."

"You don't have to." he whispered, his fingers weaving themselves around hers. "You do love me, don't you?"

She did not answer him nor would she look him in the eye. "Maybe we shouldn't study today. I've got to go home, I'll see you at the test tomorrow." She did not let go of his hand.

He pulled her gently towards him, spinning her around as if in a graceful waltz. Carefully leading his fingertips to her waist, his lips met hers, and even she did not pull away. She pressed her lips hard against his, wrapping her arms around his back, receiving his embrace with fullness. Pulling her closer and closer to him as they kissed, their bodies fit together perfectly, clinging onto each other without the intention of ever letting go. Her heart was drumming wildly in her chest, and he could feel it bang against his own chest. He felt her body shudder as his fingers raced across her side, but even so, they continued to lock their lips together, their moment of affinity becoming even more passionate. Her lips were soft and sweet, just as he had imagined them, and he knew that finally, he held her heart in his hands.

They stopped for a brief moment, but still, Morgan would not pull away from his arms. She stared at him, her eyes, bigger than they had ever appeared before, but with an inexplicable melancholy tormenting his heart. "Why?" she questioned him, her voice soft and failing. The wind was even louder than the sound of her weakened voice. "Don't do this to me, Kaspar. I love you and Jason too much to bear all of this." She weakly tried to push him away, but he could tell that she wasn't trying. She was pretty strong and she could easily escape his grasp if she really wanted to.

"Morgan." he looked deep into her hypnotizing eyes; her plain eyes that had captured his heart forever. "Please don't with me."

She was crying, or she was beginning to, anyway. She had been holding back for a long time, but her eyes were starting to look hazy and wet. Wiping a tear that finally slipped past her defenses, she finally pushed him away with one arm, and began walking down the sidewalk. Her hair tossed him in the air as she turned around one last time. "Donman, if you ever tell anyone about this, I will have your head."

"I know," he sighed, nodding. "But I trust you to the same because if anyone ever knew that I was in love with a girl like you," he mused with sarcasm, "well then, my rep would be ruined."

"I'm so glad to see we're such good friends," he smirked, turning around and beginning her stride again.

"But Morgan," he shouted towards her, as her head looked back once more. "I'll see ya around?"

She looked at him for a few moments, her expression straight and blank, but suddenly, as she nodded, a smile replaced the emptiness. "Yeah, Kaspar. I'll see ya around."

He stood there and watched her turn the corner once more, her strides slower, shorter, and much lighter than what he had seen before. He stood there, left with the memory of her smile, and the essence of the kiss he had shared with the love of his life. Maybe he didn't have her heart; no, her heart belonged to Jason and she was devoted to him, but hey, the kiss had to count for something, right? And the important thing was that he loved her and she loved him back, and maybe, just maybe, one day, she would stay with him.