And if I could swim
I’d swim out to you in the ocean
Swim out to where you were floating
in the dark
I knew that the Storm residence was not the best place to have this conversation with Cream. The chance that this would turn into more of a fight than simple conversation loomed in the back of mind and I did not want to subject Miss Storm to our fighting. It was getting late, she did not need to be kept awake by our misunderstanding and pain. Where we decided to talk, however, wasn’t far from Cream’s house at all. It only took five minutes for Cream and I to cross the grassy land and reach the waterfall that her house was located near. The cool autumn air lazily blew by as we stared into the distance, neither of knowing exactly what to say to the other. There was so much to say, so many places to start.
“So, how was your night?” I asked awkwardly, trying to fill the silence that had settled between us.
“It was ok.” Cream said, toying with her hair and avoiding my eyes at all costs. I could tell my inquiry had made her uncomfortable, I just wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was still upset at me for punching Royal’s face in. I knew she wasn’t going to come out with it on her own so I prodded a little more.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing is the matter, Maize.”
I knew the real answer from watching my parents fight when I was younger. Whenever my mother said nothing was the matter it had meant something was the matter, “Tell me the truth.”
Her head snapped in my direction- eyes blazing with anger for a second before the flames quelled into pain, “Maybe you’d know if you hadn’t been ignoring me for almost a week.”
I sucked in a lung full air and suddenly it was my turn to avoid her eyes, “Yeah, sorry about that,” I paused for a moment, risking a glance over at Cream before diverting my gaze again. She still looked pretty upset, “I didn’t like, um, Royal and you together.” I practically was mumbling.
And if was blessed
I walk on the water you’re breathing
To lend you some air for that heaving
“You don’t get to pick who I date, Maize.”
“I know, I never said that –“
“And just because you don’t like who I decide to date doesn’t give you the right to ignore me! Do you know how worried I was?” Her voice was steadily getting louder – the anger slipping into every word. “You wouldn’t pick up your phone. I took a taxi all the way to your apartment and you wouldn’t answer the door. I know you were home, your motorcycle was –“
“Are you serious?” I interrupted her much like she had done to me, “I’m not the only one to blame here. How could you even think that Royal deserved an apology?” I stated, recalling her text, “Have you suddenly forgotten how acquainted my face is with his fist? Or how he used to make both of our lives nightmares? I suppose a few sweet words and swift boost in your social status was supposed to smooth everything over. Well, news flash, it doesn’t!”
“That was over a month ago! He apologized to us both and has been making a real effort to make things up to us!”
“To get into your pants!” I corrected loudly. I was suddenly very grateful for the waterfall that was, hopefully, masking our screams from Miss Storm’s ears.
Cream’s face was red with embarrassment or anger, I couldn’t tell. Her fists were tiny bundles by her side as she seethed in silence for a moment. I took a few deep breaths myself; reigning in the irritation she had ignited.
‘Cause they chose you
As the model
For their empty little dreams
“Is that what you really think about me? That I was just dating him for the popularity?”
I sighed, kicking at a rock that wasn’t really there, “Why else would you be dating him?”
She rolled her eyes, “Well, it’s not true.”
“Oh really?” I found myself nearly laughing, “Look at what you’re wearing.”
She looked down at herself, eyes skimming her exposed belly button and thighs, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“You mean besides the fact that I know you hate heels and I can practically see your underwear?”
“What does my clothing have to do with me dating Royal?” She shot back, clearly flustered at my statement. Her hands played with the hem of her skirt in an attempt to pull it down further.
“They’re changing you.” The irritation I had quelled was rearing its ugly head again.
“Wearing a new skirt doesn’t mean they’re changing me.”
“It starts out with your clothing,” I pointed out, “but it’s not going to stop there. How long do you think they’d let you hang out with me? One week? Maybe a month? Then they’d hint that I wasn’t cool enough for you, that you’d be better off without me. What then, Cream? What are you going to do when they start saying your hobbies aren’t cool enough; your personality? Are you just going to change all that too?”
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine
“Of course not!” She shouted, throwing her hands in the air, “A new outfit is not on the same level as a new life.” Cream turned her back on me, huffing as she headed towards the bank of the lake. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to ruffle her feathers at the moment, but I did. I wasn’t done yet, either. I needed to get my point across now, I wasn’t sure if I would ever get another chance.
“They’re changing you and you don’t even realize it. We never use to fight. Not until Royal and you starting exchanging emails.” I shouted after her departing figure.
She paused in her retreat. I took it as a sign that she was finally digesting what I was saying and decided to put hit it home, “You’re going to wake up one day and realize that you’re everything you hate. Everything that I hate.”
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in
I took a few strides towards Cream, effectively closing the distance between us. Reaching out, I tried to touch her arm but she shrugged off my touch. I wasn’t sure what to do. I could have kept lecturing her but I felt like if I did I might end up ripping a drift between us that could never be repaired. Instead of risking it, I stood behind her in silence, waiting for her to give me some sort of signal. We were exceptionally close to the water now. The mist from the waterfall coated my face as I waited patiently, fiddling with my thumbs.
The gush from the waterfall was deafening from this distance, I had to strain my ears in order to hear her speak, “Why do you even care?”
And if I was brave
I’d climb up to you on the mountain
They led you to drink from their fountain
I’m not sure what came over me but before I could stop myself I had twirled Cream around, forcing her to look me in the eye. Her white irises met my yellows and then my lips were upon hers.
Who knows how long I stood there, lips touching hers while electricity coursed through my veins, but I couldn’t imagine a more perfect first kiss. After an eternity I pulled away and hesitantly searched Cream’s face for a reaction. I found shock and surprise written clearly, which was much better than the anger and pain that had filled her eyes moments ago.
“That’s why.” I breathed.
And I’d slay
The horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission
To your eyes
My voice snapped her out of the trance my lips had put her in. She stumbled backwards and shook her head, “Maize, I-I-I. W-we can’t-t” She stuttered, hand gently touching her lips.
I was so sick and tired of hearing that I couldn’t be with her – from Ivy and Scarlett to the story I had heard not even an hour ago. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be with the one you loved because I did love her. I knew that now.
“Why not?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, “Because some old man who was probably really grumpy decided over a hundred years ago that different colored Berries can’t be together? Well, screw him, Cream.”
And I’d stand there
Like a soldier
With my foot upon his chest
“It’s not just the law, Maize.”
My heart sunk and I felt the fight leave me, “Then what is it, Cream. You have to tell me, I can’t read your mind.”
She bit her bottom lip, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face, “Maize, I-I I can’t be my mother. I can’t throw everything away on a chance – a risk. She, she never recovered. She went down this path and it destroyed her. It destroyed my family.”
“I promise you, I will never hurt you.” I said, taking a step forward. She took a step back.
“I know you would never hurt me deliberately,” She took a deep breath, tears welling up in her eyes, “But I’ve seen how this story ends. You’ll be forced to leave and I’ll be broken. Irreparably broken. So, I’ll marry someone I don’t love, like my mother. Only I’ll be able to learn to love him because I won’t know what it’s like to be in love with you. That way he won’t leave me because I can’t reciprocate the feeling.”
With my grin spread
And my arms out
In my bloodstained Sunday’s best
I found myself grinning like a madman despite her words, “So you’re saying you like me.”
“I’m saying it won’t work, Maize. That’s it’s not worth the risk.”
“Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” I whispered, a sad smile plaster onto my lips.
She shot me a dark look and countered, “Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.”
And you’d hold me
I’d remind you
Who you are
Under their shell
“But my hands will always be there.”
“You can’t promise such things, it’s not fair.”
A few strides brought me face to face with my angel, “Yes, I can.”
“How?” Her voice was barely a whisper, the words almost swallowed by the thunderous crash resonating from beside us.
I reached out, wiping away a few stray tears that had fallen, “Because I’d die before I’d let them take me from you.”
And if they sent a whirlwind
I’d hug it like a harmless little tree
I stood there in silence; watching the emotions flicker in her eyes as she internally decided our fates. It was the longest ten seconds of my life. When her eyes steeled, a look of determination etching onto her face, I felt my legs begin to quiver My chest caved in and suddenly it was near impossible to breath as the icy wisps of sadness pierced my soul. She didn’t believe me and there was nothing I could do to change her mind – nothing I could say that would make her stay by my side. My hand dropped from her check as I turned to face the bank. I had hardly moved an inch before her hand found my chin, forcing me to look at her. She was biting her bottom lip again, eyes searching mine for an answer I knew in my heart she already had.
However, the words I thought she was going to speak were not the ones that escaped through her teeth, “It’s not going to be easy.” Then her lips touched mine, soft and delicate. A fleeting kiss that left me craving more – much more than she might be willing to give.
Or an earthquake,
I’d calm it
And I’d bring you back to me
As she broke the kiss, a sigh escaped her lips. I’m sure she wanted to verbalize her feelings to me but at that moment I just wanted her lips back on mine. Before she could open that rosy pink mouth I had her wrapped up in my arms, lips attached to hers again. She returned the kiss just as greedily.
When we broke apart we were breathless. Our heavy breathing filled the void between us and it only took one glance at her pouty to make me want another blood soaring kiss. I moved in, wanting another, but Cream’s hand stopped my lips from gracing her own.
“Maize, we need to talk about this.”
“Can’t we talk later?” I pleaded. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling than the warmth that bloomed in my chest every time our lips touched. I wasn’t ready for that to end just yet.
She shook her head at me, laughing, “Maize, this is serious. If this is going to work we have to have a plan.”
I frowned, “It’s simple, just don’t get caught.”
“Oh, and how do you propose we do that?” She asked, crossing her arms.
And I’d hold you
In my weak arms like a first born
I shrugged, “We will act normal in public.” I stated as if it was so simple. Her doubtful expression encouraged me to continue, “We can act like we are still fighting, if you want. I’ll sneak over to your house every night. No one lives nearby, we won’t be caught. I’ll drop out of school if I have to, get a job somewhere –“
“You are not going to throw your life away in order to be with me.” She chided.
“Then let’s run away together.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, sparing a glance at her house, “My mother…”
“Then let me do this.” I was practically begging.
Cream shook her head, “No, Maize. For now we’ll just play it by ear.”
I’d walk through hell for you
Let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
There was no point in arguing with her, not now. Besides, there were more important matters that needed to be dealt with. Like getting my lips pressed against hers.
Wrapping her into my arms, I placed a small kiss on her forehead and nose as I made my way down to my prize. She giggled at each caress, happily meeting my lips.
“What am I getting myself into?” She whispered.
“I love you, that’s what you’re getting yourself into.”
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue
My soul is useless without you
The song is by Say Anything and is called ‘A Walk Through Hell’
If any of the images aren’t edited for you, I’m sorry. Photobucket was giving me a lot of trouble and I’m no sure what saved and what did not save. D;