Author: ghostless87 PM
If only he really felt this way for me. I wouldn't have to dream or write about it anymore...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 2,422 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-03-06 - id: 2185358
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You always said you didn't want to do it. It may have been psychological, or maybe you just wanted to be asexual. Either way, why did you give in then? Especially to me?
The cemetery was silent, save for the crunch of leaves as they walked down the pavement road. A cloak of blackness shrouded the graveyard in its protective hold, keeping the two figures walking tightly in its grasp as well.
"Where is everyone else?" she asked, clinging to the sleeve of the young man's hoodie.
He shrugged. "Back at the house. They said they'd meet us here."
"Ok," she said, a bit uncertainly. A twig snapped in a tree overhead and she latched onto his arm. He grinned in the darkness, glad she couldn't see how smug he was that his plan was working.
He'd known that she liked him for a long time now. Ryan had admitted that she'd confessed to him. He'd kept it a secret for a long time, but after Mike expressed an interest in her, he thought it was best to come out with it.
True, he'd only seen her as a friend to begin with, and not one he saw very often either. During the summer after her graduation, they hung out more. He got to know her on a more personal level.
He discovered that they shared similar views on a lot of things. Life, religion, relationships, politics; it didn't matter. They could always talk. Even arguments were light-hearted.
After that, he began to see her as "the girl" and not just "a girl." He looked forward to seeing her on weekends and such.
Tonight, when the whole group had decided to hang out, he figured it would be the perfect time to confess to her.
The heat from her hand on his arm spread all the way to his face, and he knew a hot blush had probably bloomed on his pale face.
"Scared," he whispered, leaning dangerously close to her face. He could smell the fresh scent of her shampoo. Inhaling, he lifted away from her.
"A little," she admitted, giggling nervously. He took her hand and pulled her close to him.
She made no objections. He'd rarely been this affectionate with her and she was not going to complain. Wasn't this what she wanted?
She'd noticed a change in behavior from him recently. He was more open to her about personal things. He admitted that some of the things he told her had never been uttered to another soul. She treasured the things said between them.
She noticed it in his eyes too. He didn't just look at her when they talked, he really looked at her. And that small grin she found so adorable seemed to be present a lot more as well.
She didn't dare make assumptions in her head, and get her hopes up for nothing. In her mind, he was a thing to be desired, and never touched. He'd said he just wasn't interested in relationships or having sex. He was a self-described "asexual."
They strayed from the concrete path and headed up onto the grass. She knew where Mike was taking her.
The headstone was a large tablet sticking out of the ground. The engraved name read Aldrich. Mike had good vibes at this particular gravesite.
They took a seat on the ledge of the headstone, although there wasn't much room for both of them. They were forced to be rather close, though neither of them minded.
"Nice night," Mike commented. "Right, K-chan?"
"Yeah," she agreed, letting out a contented sigh. Her fears of cemetery ghosts were momentarily set aside. "It's really warm."
He nodded. Too bad she wasn't cold, then he could have put his arm around her. Now he was at a loss. How the hell was he supposed to do this now?
"It's crazy," she whispered, after a moment of silence. "I'm done with school forever. If not for the graduation ceremony, it would probably have felt like I'd be going back next year."
"Are you glad to be done?" he asked, turning to look at her, even though it was hard to see her face in the dark. He could tell from her voice that she was wistful.
"I don't know. I'm just going to miss the whole atmosphere. I really miss seeing everyone though. That's what hurts the most."
He nodded. She must have been feeling pretty left out for a whole two weeks and no contact with her friends. But she'd been job hunting, so it hadn't been totally unproductive.
He'd gone looking for a part-time job as well. He wanted money for things, and to save up for this trip to Tokyo that would take place next year. He was thrilled that she was taking him along.
"Where the hell is everyone else?" she muttered. He sighed. This was totally futile. She probably didn't even like him anymore. And fate was not giving him any good opportunities to confess.
"I don't know," he sighed, leaning back against the headstone. If only the good man Aldrich would send him some good luck here.
"Should we go look for them?" she stood. Well, if nothing else, maybe she'd cling to his arm again. That was pretty fun.
He stood up. "Let's go then."
His mood had completely shifted. She furrowed her brow as she walked beside him. What was his deal? Why was he so hard to read sometimes?
She didn't think she'd done anything to upset him. Nothing she consciously knew, anyway.
He was a step ahead of her, and she tried to keep close to him. Her night vision was like 0 and she was having a hard time making sure she wasn't going to trip over a grave.
"Mike," she stopped suddenly. "Mike!"
He turned. "What?"
She couldn't move. "I'm standing on a fresh grave." Her body began to shake. "I shouldn't be so scared, it's totally irrational."
He wanted to laugh at her, but instead he reach out for her hand, which she took. In one swift pull, she was settled neatly into his arms.
"I won't let the zombies get you," he chuckled. She sighed.
"Yeah, thanks, I guess."
The moment was perfect. He held her in his arms, neatly nestled against his body. How hard could it be to close the gap and kiss her?
No matter now much he wanted to, he couldn't even bring himself to tell her he liked her, let alone loved her.
He was always throwing those words around freely, telling all his friends he loved them. In a way he did, but this was different.
"We were going to look for everyone," she brought him out of his reverie. "I think I'm fine now."
He let go, stepping back. They walked silently out of the cemetery and back to Emily's house.
Everyone was inside, watching some Manson music videos. Mike grinned as Kayla rolled her eyes.
She didn't care for Manson at all. Actually, she didn't like hardly any of that hardcore/emo/mock-goth music. She was a Jpop girl and industrial fan. She loved Techno.
He sat next to her on the couch and stared at her as she blankly watched the video. After a moment she looked squarely at him. He'd been caught.
"What?" came her quiet voice.
He shrugged. "Nothing." But it wasn't nothing. It was something. She was lovely. Even more lovely than he'd ever stopped to notice.
Her heart was pounding. He kept staring at her. And he'd held her in the graveyard. What was going on?
She was trying really hard not to hope for the best. Had he done a 180 and decided he liked her? It simply wasn't possible.
She turned away from him and pulled her knees up to her chest. She had to let this go or she'd get hurt in the end. She always did.
"K-chan?" he called her softly. The videos were done and Emily had dragged Ryan back to her room to get something else to watch.
"They're going for some damn horror movie aren't they?" she scowled, looking in the direction of Emily's room.
"We don't have to watch it," he told her.
"I don't plan on – we?"
He grinned. "I don't feel like watching a movie." Quite frankly, he didn't care what they did, as long as he could be close to her.
He scooted closer to her and put his arm around her. "You seem like you're in a bad mood. Can I make you feel better?"
She shrugged. "Good luck. You can try." She was trying hard to play mean, but he knew she was close to grinning. Was it a good time or not?
To hell with timing, was his thought as he grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. Her wide eyes widened even more when his lips met hers.
The kiss was slow, tentative. He pressed his lips softly against hers, waiting for her reaction. She didn't pull away.
When she didn't kiss back, he softly pressed his lips against her forehead, cursing his timing. She'd probably never want to speak to him again.
Her mind was full of mixed emotions. What the fuck had just happened? Had he really kissed her? Why?
It was only to cheer her up; that had to be it.
"Feel better?" His voice was low. She nodded. Best not to turn it into something it wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm good." He smiled and sat back. She put her fingers to her lips. Did it really just happen?
Emily and Ryan returned to the living room. Ryan noticed something was off right away.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at Kayla.
She shook her head. "Nothing at all," she faked a smile. "I'm going outside for air."
She stood, deliberately not looking at Mike as she walked by. He was looking at her though, and Ryan was looking at Mike. Emily was confused, but there was nothing new about that.
"What did you do?" Ryan asked. Mike sighed. Might as well admit it, since Ryan never let anything go.
"I kissed her," he said simply.
She slammed the garage door as she entered into the dark night. The blackness hid her heated face.
"Grrr," she growled. "This is so not cool. I knew I shouldn't have come here tonight. I knew something was up."
She put her hands in her face. There had to be a way to salvage this mess. If not, things would be awkward for a long time.
Her hands lowered suddenly and a small smile crept onto her face. He had indeed kissed her. That wasn't a "feel better and don't be sad" kiss. It was a real kiss. Was it possible?
"Maybe he does," she mused out loud. "That would be nothing short of miraculous though."
"You don't believe in miracles?"
She whirled at the sound of his voice. He was standing at the doorway of the garage, leaning against the frame. She couldn't see his face.
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "Do you?"
"Sometimes," he shrugged, pushing off the frame and walking towards her. She took a step back.
Even in the dark, she was beautiful. The silhouette of her slender body stood out against the darkness and the moonlight shone on her black hair.
"Let's got back to the cemetery," he mumbled. "I don't want anyone else to hear what I want to tell you."
She nodded and they walked off together, heading again towards a spot that seemed to carry a new stigma for each of them now.
Aldrich seemed to be waiting for them. Kayla sat down on the ledge of the headstone. Mike remained standing, looking down at her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"You know when I said I wasn't interested in anyone?"
"Yes, I remember that conversation quite well."
He decided to sit as well. "Well, I was giving that a lot of thought, especially when you gave me that scenario. I know what I'd do now if someone wanted to be with me on my terms."
"And what would you do?"
"If I liked them too, I'd go for it."
She gave a short laugh. "That was not the answer I was expecting, but I guess that's cool, too."
"I like someone," he said, slipping his hand into hers. At that moment, her breath caught in her throat. This couldn't be happening.
"W-who might that be?" she whispered.
He leaned close to her ear, letting his lips brush her cheek. "You, K-chan."
He turned her face to kiss her again and this time she kissed back. He was so relieved she hadn't run screaming from him. Who wouldn't?
Her heart was pounding so hard; she thought the dead could hear it. His lips were soft on hers, and she opened for him.
The kiss deepened. He pulled her up with him, never breaking their contact. His arms wound around her waist and pulled her as close to his body as he could.
He was hard against her, and she felt like she could melt. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she pressed into him.
"I thought you weren't into this stuff?" she broke the kiss. "You made this whole claim of being asexual."
"I guess I was at the time," he mused. "I wasn't in love with anyone at the time either."
She smiled. They probably only had a few minutes left before Emily and Ryan came looking. They made the best of it.
I still don't quite understand why you love me. Either way, I'm glad I'm with you now. I love you, Michael.