|I Just Love To Hear Your Voice
Author: FluffVampyre PM
[ONE SHOT] The worst part about being mute is that I couldn’t tell him how much I loved him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 1,127 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 19 - Published: 10-12-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2425793
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I Just Love To Hear Your Voice
I will never forget the day when I met him; Johnny Sanders. When he became the new student in my school, the only thing I wanted was to get to know him. Johnny had gorgeous brown eyes and blonde hair while I was just a brunette with blue eyes. And besides, he was the only one who really wanted to be my friend. People only stuck with me to gain popularity; how? Because I'm mute. If someone was with me, his or her friends would be like, "oh, (guy's name) is such a nice person for helping that mute girl!" Yeah, RIGHT. Everyone was like that; everyone; except Johnny. The first time he talked to me was in the recess of his first day in my school. He saw me sitting all by myself and sat down beside me.
"Hi," said Johnny. I looked at him and slightly blushed when he smiled at me. "I'm Johnny Sanders. What's your name?" he asked. I took a little notebook and a pen from my backpack and wrote:
I'm Carlie Anderson; nice to meet you, Johnny.
"Are you mute?" he asked.
Unfortunately yes, I answered on my notebook.
"That's awful," he said. I shook my head. "You seem so nice and I wanted to get to know you."
(End of Flashback)
After that day, he began to stick around with me, and I liked it. I liked having him beside me. Really. I think I even fell in love with him. But that couldn't be. Even though Johnny was the nicest and cutest boy in the whole world, I was still mute. The worst part about being mute is that I couldn't tell him how much I loved him. It was something I wanted to say, to yell, to cry out loud until I was left breathless. I tried to communicate with him instead of just answering on paper, so Johnny and I invented a system of sounds in which I made a little "tic" with a spoon and something metallic. One "tic" meant "yes" and two "tics" meant "no". For larger sentences, such as "how are you?" and "where are you?", the "tics" were from 5 up to 7 or 8. It was like that when we talked over the phone or something.
I still had one problem: a way to confess my feelings. I didn't have enough courage to tell him with the "tics", and I was way too silly or dumb to tell him on paper. He would probably think I was crazy. So my only option was to wait for Johnny to return those feelings.
"Hey, Carlie," he said when I was walking home. "I need to tell you something important. Could we meet today in the park at, let's say, 7:30?" I took out my spoon and made a "tic" with my metallic belt. "Okay, see you later."
"I'm so glad you could come," he said. Then he grabbed my hands and I slightly blushed. "Carlie, as I said before, there's something I must really tell you." He leaned closer and his forehead touched mine. "I love you." I gasped. Johnny had just told me he loved me! He sounded so serious… he couldn't be kidding, could he? I looked at him and began moving my lips to say,
"Johnny, I love you too! I have always loved you yet I was so afraid to tell you!" But Johnny just stared at me confusingly. I realized… he hadn't heard me. For just a moment I had forgotten I was mute, but I still was. I was so frustrated that I started crying. He gently caressed my cheek and wiped away the tears with his thumb.
"I can read lips, Carlie. I guess I forgot to tell you that," he said. So he hadn't actually heard me, but he knew what I had said.
Then, Johnny pressed his lips against mine. I had always wanted this; I wanted him, and now I could finally have him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist, gently pushing me against a tree, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and pressed my mouth even harder against his, causing him to moan. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me further into the kiss, moaning again. God, those sensations were driving me totally wild and crazy, and he knew it. Every time we pulled apart, Johnny dived in for more within less than a second, and so did I. When his tongue softly began caressing my lower lip, I gasped slightly and pulled apart. He was about to kiss me again, but I cut him off by putting my finger on his petal-soft lips.
"What's wrong, Carlie?" he asked. "Did I do something that uncomforted you?" I fiercely shook my head. "Than what is it?"
"I don't think this is a good idea," I 'said', moving my lips.
"Why not?" he questioned.
I stayed silent, and moved my lips to say, "I don't know." I was sure going to regret saying that. Johnny hugged me.
"Carlie, I want us to be more than just friends. I really want to have a serious relationship with you." I smiled, nodded my head, and kissed him. Once again, I was gently pushed against the tree, while he slipped his tongue into my mouth and moaned. After a long and passionate kiss, we pulled apart and he softly spoke:
"And I just love to hear your voice."