Challenge #14 - Possession
Plot: Character #1 is madly in love with Character #2. Character #2 is secretly in love with #1, but doesn't think it will work out so #2 vehemently rejects any of #1's advances. #1 becomes discouraged and disappears. #2, realizing what he/she's lost, is now the chaser. And you can take it from there. :)
1) Bucketloads of sexual tension
2) Use of the quote: "You're mine. And I'm yours. It's a whole big possession thing. Point is: I love you."
3) Main characters must be adults, out of their teenage years.
4) Must be no more than 2000 words.
1) Teenagers or younger as the main characters.
2) Use of the following actions: sighing, gazing, or trembling.
3) Supernatural aspects -- no faeries, vampires, or other-worldly beings. Realism, please.
Willing to Try
"Goodnight!" She closed the door behind her date, smiling to herself. Well, that had gone well. It had been… nice, although maybe it wasn't as good as a date with—
She cut her own thoughts off with a frown just as the doorbell rang. She turned back to the door, pulling it open without hesitation. "Did you forget—Oh." She blinked at him, feeling the almost comforting little fizzle of awareness fshoot down her spine as it always did in his presence. She made herself straighten, frowning at him. "What do you want?"
He smiled a little wryly, giving her a slow once over without answering her question. Any other time, and the clear appreciation in his eyes would be welcome. A year ago, she would have thanked her lucky stars for it. He met her eyes calmly. "You."
"Me?" she asked, her eyes hardening. "Believe me, you had your chance with me. Like maybe when I spilling my heart out and you did nothing but metaphorically stomp on it. I want nothing to do with you anymore. Do you hear me? Noth—"
Her words were cut off as he suddenly launched himself forward, sealing her mouth with his. She couldn't protest at first. She had wanted it for so long, for months, and what was the point in denying it when he knew it just as well as she did? She had put herself out on a limb, told him how she felt only a month ago, and he had simply told her that he could do nothing for her because he was trying to repair his relationship with his girlfriend. That thought was enough to make her push away from him. She knew better than to let him have that degree of power over her.
"No." She took two steps back from him, her eyes narrowing when he reached back to close her door calmly. "I already made my effort, and you turned me down. I've moved on. I don't want anything to do with you anymore."
"You know that's not true," he said, taking the few steps back towards her.
"You certainly didn't want anything to do with me," she said shortly, moving to put a couch between the two of them. "Besides, I went on a date tonight. A second date. It was great. He's a great guy, nice and caring and funny and, best of all, nothing at all like—" She let out an 'eep' as he managed to trap her again, making her blink up at him as she finished her sentence. "…you."
"Then he's no real competition, is he?" he asked, his eyes dark with some emotion she wanted to say was jealousy, but that would require him to have real feelings for her.
"Girlfriend," she blurted.
He blinked at her, caught off guard. "What?"
"Girlfriend." She took advantage of his surprise by wriggling away from him again. "You know, our mutual acquaintance Amanda? The one that you told me was more important than our friendship could ever be?"
The emotion that flashed in his eyes then was one that was easier to identify, if only because she had felt anger so much when she thought about him. "I didn't say that! I said that I was going to try and work things out with her. I said that I had obligations. I never put her before you, and don't put words in my mouth claiming that I did."
"I told you I loved you, and you told me that you had obligations. If that doesn't scream of bad priorities, I don't know what does. Everyone says to put friendship before relationships, but no one really means it, do they?"
"God," He rubbed his hair in frustration. Normally, it made her automatically reach out and flatten it back down for him. There had been times when he would have taken her slight grooming, given her a charming smile of thanks, and then returned to his problem only to reach up and mess up his hair again. There had been a time when she could appease the little (perhaps more than little) part of her that simply got joy out of touching him. Right now though, for some reason, it made her unaccountably angry.
"No. Don't you try to do this to me. Maybe I could have just sat back and watched you ruin your life with Amanda. Maybe I could have let you go on making yourself miserable, trying to force a long distance relationship to work, and leave you blissfully unaware of my real feelings for you. Maybe I should have just made myself miserable, hiding it from you day after day. But it just built up to a point where I couldn't handle it anymore, so I said something. And do you see where it got me? Nowhere."
"No, it got us right here." He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, leaning down to kiss her again.
She reached up, covering his mouth with her hand before he could reach her as she glared at him. "Tell me why I should let you. Give me one good reason."
He pulled her hand away and looked at her seriously. "I reordered my priorities. What I had with Amanda could only work if everything was easy and simple, but relationships are never just easy and simple. But I think… I think we could have something. Something bigger. And I know I hurt you when I sent you away, but… I'm dumb. I was too afraid of losing your friendship to try something more with you, but I just lost your friendship anyway. But I want more with you."
"It's too late," she said decidedly, firmly ignoring the fact that her heart was melting. "I'm leaving in a month. If you can't handle a long distance relationship with Amanda, what makes you think that you can handle one with me?"
"Because you're you. Because… You're mine. And I'm yours. It's a whole big possession thing. Point is: I love you."
She blinked up at him. "You… love me?"
He smiled slightly, wrapping both arms around her waist. "Yeah, I do."
She couldn't help blinking again before frowning slightly. "How do I know you're not going to change your mind? How do I know that a long distance relationship with you is going to be worth it?"
"You're just going to have to be brave enough to trust me, I guess," he said, shrugging. "Do you think you can do that?"
She looked at him seriously for a moment before allowing a smile to cross her face as she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I'm willing to try."
Author's Note- This is the first thing I've posted in almost a year. Yay for college!
I think I've been watching too many overly dramatic TV shows (coughGrey'sAnatomycough). Did this scream of overdramatic to anyone else? I kind of rolled my eyes a little, but it fit the prompt, so whatever. The story demanded that I write it, overdramatic or not, so I did. Thanks a lot, Owen and Christina.
And despite the fact that these characters ALSO have no names – I feel awesome for being able to do it again—, they are definitely not the characters from That's So Cheesy. Not that they really seem the same, but I just wanted to go ahead and clarify that. Actually, ironically enough, I was going to start working on a sequel to TSC, but then I wrote this instead.