A/N

Hello, for once this story wasn't dramatic...at all. Purely romance. I love it, I actually wrote this at 6:00 A.M, where is an odd time. But when I get inspiration, I ahve to write it down. The story that inspired me to write this was a story that I have yet to reveiw...Angst in My Pants, very good story. Deserves every reveiw I think. But my "Main" Inspiration for this story was my Boyfriend. Because this story is actually based on our relationship, look for little subtle hints and stuff.

It is a present for him. Well, enjoy, Darlings, feedback is the greatest thing that a writer can ever get. I always need to improve!

Enjoy,

Godchild

Truth or Dare

Everything in this world doesn’t amount to anything when you really put your mind to it. But it does to us, it means everything, obsession, passion, love…emotions that I cannot even begin to name or replace. It’s strange that you can have so many different relationships with just one person, and yet somehow manage to feel the same way every time. It all starts with something in this case…something not so healthy.

Truth or dare, so I dare you to… and then they can’t come up with anything other then they want. They always want the answer to their own lives. Not yours, Truth or dare? Like just to se your reaction, I dare you to kiss him, I dare you to dump him. Because their jealous, that you take the dare, yet they can’t even bear to think of what might happen if they did. Truth or dare, you ask?

Truth, now we’re getting to the good part. So tell me the truth, really, the ultimate truth. What is your deepest darkest secret? Why do you love someone? Why do you have this unhealthy obsession, and the need to feel their touch every time something even remotely reminds you of them?

Like the broken lucky cat from the Japanese market. The cracked porcelain, even the most remote of changes could alter your thinking. But then again, does it matter if it is broken? If you want the money then you have to break it. Then it just all comes pouring out.

That is why I love him, because when one thing changes, we replace it with something that much more brilliant in our dull overshadowed eyes. From Friends, To couple, To Exes, to Friends again, to Best friends and to Couple, then to more friends, because we can’t get enough of this twisted relationship. Finally it all ends with the grand finale, couple pairing.

And I didn’t even start this interesting new beginning…you did. This really makes me think that we might work this time, because all the other times, we were looking for a good time and never gave clue to why we were together in the first place…

Plus the fact that you never did anything and I was the only one who ever took action in our old relationship. Now that has changed apparently, and you took action above even mine, whereas I was too shy, I was perfectly fine being your friend, because you had always said you were taken, of course we loved each other, just you made it sound like a sibling love.
Of course I was always wishing that someday it could be more, but I thought you were…you know…not interested like that.

So now we are sitting here, by the super glued lucky cat moving our heads in time to the sickly voices of Three Days Grace, and the depressing lyrics of Death Cab for Cutie. Like the one story we read together, or that video on you tube. Which we promptly turned off, fore the content was even to strong for us, the truth or dare queen and king.

Love of mine, someday you will die…

We all stop and listen, an occasional voice breaking out among the voices on the recorded CD that he burned for us.

But I will be close behind, and follow you into the dark…

It’s so true, with the cracked lucky cat beside us, our hands clasped, almost a titanic number one moment if it weren’t for the cat staring at us with green rhinestone eyes. Don’t worry; don’t get jealous, I still think your eyes are prettier than the cat. And yes, boy eyes can be pretty, I like pretty boy eyes. So please keep them on me and don’t let them fade away. We haven’t kissed yet, but who says we have to? Truth or Dare is that what they say. So the question is, while we sit here, on the greening grass…staring at the changing sky, why do they dare us to do things like that?

“I have really no idea”

You say, and we continue to look up at the clouds, holding each others hands, I look quickly at them, just to make sure you aren’t drifting away. I’m always afraid of that…us separating, the thought terrifies me…I would probably drown because I would cry so much

…Of course…I’m dramatic like that. But, I’m grateful, because, that is exactly how you like me.

And the blue sky fades away, breaking, just like the lucky cat, and evolves into something that much more beautiful. Just like us, it just takes some time to realize it. Like the Cracked Lucky Cat from the Japanese market. You put money into it, and when the time is ripe, you crack it, and something better then the lucky cat is put on earth

Almost like us, we went from different stages, each stage of our relationship, more beautiful than the last. It really wasn’t all caused from Truth, or Dare, that just made a little crack, which caused a big fracture. Yes, I’ll admit, it did take time to heal, but we eventually did, and something better, more vivid was born from that. We were friends, and I was the happiest I could have been.

Until those feelings broke the happiness, and again it progressed, and now, look at us.

Holding hands, watching the sky wave goodbye, and then the stars come out, and by chance while we sit there, in silence—because silence with you is like the loudest of train stations…in an exiting way—a star falls and I put my hands into your pocket, while you warm it with yours. And we close our eyes and make a wish out loud, because we hold no secrets. Plus, that we already have everything that we have always wished for, alone at night, while staring at the sky, just like tonight. Except, now that wish that we made alone has come true, because we are sitting here together, wishing together, just like we wished it would happen.

And we wish, for even greater changes, like a caterpillar turns into a monarch butterfly, or like the lucky cat that pours out money when broken. We wish for something even more wonderful then what we have now. But it probably won’t come true; because we have all that we need, sitting here holding hands. Everything in this world doesn’t amount to anything when you really put your mind to it. But it does, when you look at me with piercingly soft eyes, putting tender kisses on my head, holding my hand, while we fall asleep, the sun waving hello as we sleep on the dewy grass, not even caring if our new, brand name, Tot Topic pants get wet. The stars have gone, taking our wish with them.

But while we lay here, I think, we really didn’t even need to make a wish, because all that we have and all that we need is here connected by our hands, laying asleep on the grass.

And to think it all started with Truth or Dare…