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♪♫ Sunburn ♪♫♪♫ I won't give up ♪♫~ F
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Homemade Strawberry Lemonade. <33
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Oranges. o///o
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Yes. Crush. Deal with it. -u-
Mystique has a particular liking for...
No one of importance at the moment. >~>
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Mystique likes to believe that her motto is;
"When life gives ya' sour lemons, just add a little more sugar."
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Just a little longer I thought to myself as I snuggled deeper into that furry winter coat of mine. I could feel those first few tell-tale signs starting to show. That one tear that builds in your eye, the tightening of your throat as you try to hold off from the crying you know will come.
He's not coming Mystique My self conscious told me, just adding to those first few signs. he should be here by now...It's an unsaid rule. He always comes at six on Sundays, the only day we can both really sit down and spend time together, as...Friends. This small little apple orchid was just the perfect place for the two of us when we were younger. I, however, had a particular liking for the one cherry blossom in the circular clearing. It almost always has those beautiful little pink flowers hanging off of it's branches. And when it didn't, they were spread around the ground in the most unique patterns and they still catch your eye, even when they are not on the branches.
A small smirk propped itself onto my lips as I remember the very day we met.
I had walked into the middle school that rainy day, having nice enough clothing, make up, and my hair done nicely; Courtesy of my mother unfortunately. I could barely see my own features once she was done with me. The thick but carefully applied mascara, a light blush, and a rosy colored lip gloss. I had to admit, the light make up did make me look slightly more attractive. Though, not by much with the way I looked. I was still shy then, holding my arms in just the right way to cover my mid section and not talking if I could help it. Not to mention my embarrassing stutter. Any time someone came up to me, I would stutter helplessly as I looked for the right words. Thank goodness that had left near my first year of high school.
Though, as that first day of middle school started and I walked into my class, it sort of felt like everyone else in the crowd disappeared. I could see that one boy with the light pelt and delicate patterns, and him only. With his gorgeous ice blue eyes. If I could go into detail on his pelt now..It was the color of the lightest tree bark, mixed with a natural honey blonde to complement it almost perfectly. Wait, yes, perfectly. There was no almost perfect to this boy. And his eyes could make any girl just melt despite the icy look to them. They were the softest of blues, almost the color the sky is at sunrise. And I do not say that loosely. The sky has a way of making beautiful beginnings and endings to the day and with each comes a beautiful set of colors that are nearly impossible to replicate. To think this boy had been born with the sunrise eyes and the twilight colored ring that laid around them. It was something that could truly make you want to stare into them for vast periods of time. Though, it was a shame the boy could notice you staring and cause you to blush that sickly bright red.
I had stopped walking by that point in time to notice all of his perfect features, causing a slight hold up in the doorway. Someone pushed me through finally, making me stumble and then fall onto the coarse school carpet that only they had. Every other sensible person would think to buy the whiter, softer carpet instead of this unpractical death trap. It would leave dents in your elbows and knees with the soft, rounded marks that had each fiber somehow woven into your skin for a five minute period. I threw my hands out in front of me to catch myself on the devil carpet, my things already far out of my hands since I had tripped. I could hear the muffled giggles and laughs from my apparent classmates, making me blush an easy scarlet that I had not known possible at the time.
I brought myself back onto my knees, starting to gather my things again. I managed to sneak a quick peek at the sunrise boy, seeing that he was already looking at me. What a surprise. Though, I didn't expect my own reaction to that. He'd never looked at me directly before that, I only first saw him when he was distracted and talking to another insignificant boy; Every boy compared to him was insignificant in my view. If my cheeks could, they would've blushed to a shade unknown on Earth itself. My mind blanked again for that short period of a second, getting lost in his eyes again. This time they weren't directed at someone else, where I could only get a side shot of the beauty. This time I got the full package, the second part of the sky to complete my sunrise. I felt a bit winded for a second, like I had the breath knocked out of me. In my little episode of noticing the sunrise boy again, I noticed he was the only one not laughing. He was neutral. He was my own personal savior from my point of view. I was already far past falling hard for this boy, but this seemed to seal the deal for me.
I snapped out of my little episode, it only having lasted a quick few seconds, give or take a few. My brain worked like this. Taking simple, quick actions while my thoughts exploded into a wide comprehension of the situation at hand. I began to gather my supplies once again, now that I had my almost full attention on that task. Well. I was aware of my picking up the things, just my thoughts were a bit busy at that same moment. I'd always had small grade school crushes on other boys my age before, thinking it was cute the way they ran around the room with scissors and threatened to cut another child's hair off. But..Never something this....Strong. I've never stopped breathing because of one or noticed the exact shade of his eyes and hair. That's it. I had gone insane in less than three minutes. Officially.
I was up and in the last seat open by the time my thoughts gave time for other things. I didn't even know who was stuck sitting next to the mousy me in the back. I tried not to look as I put my dropped things back into the bag that was to be mine for the duration of the school year. I could feel a soft tap on my shoulder, though I was still putting the various notebooks and pens into my school bag. I could hear a soft whisper of a voice from next to me, addressing me while I was preoccupied with the more than ten year old bag. It was a gentle voice, a voice that showed you they were no threat, no person to actually try and taunt another. Even with the gentleness threaded through each individual word, there was that ever so present reminder that the voice was certainly owned by a male. The voice was just as soft sounding and rhythmic as that of pouring rain; You could never get tired of it, even if you lived to exist more than a thousand years. I couldn't help but have an immediate liking to that soft and alluring sound.
Once I had managed to close the uncooperative bag, I straightened up and turned to the left to finally address the rain pour voice. Goodness. It seemed as if he was still leaning close to me from his whispering, causing our noses to brush one another's before I pulled back at the same time he did. But not before a small smirk crossed his lips. It was the sunrise boy, making me immediately blush again. "Uh-Uhm..I'm sorry - What was that?" I managed to stutter out in an equal whisper as the teacher was now introducing the class to herself. The boy's mouth easily pulled up a small bit to replace the smirk, revealing his dazzling smile. Wait - Was it really dazzling? That was only a word girls used to describe prince charming, not the sunrise boy they sat next to in sixth grade language arts. Well...It was rather nice. Dazzling could be an accurate description. "I said, are you okay? It looked like you had quite a fall." The sunrise boy asked me in the same whispering tone I had used, his voice still sounding like that pitter-patter of raindrops. I found myself leaning towards him to hear his whisper again, giving a slightly delayed bob of my head as I was distracted once again. The boy was wearing some nice scent of cologne. Well, for a sixth grade boy that is. I got caught in a unnoticed whiff of it, winding me slightly again in another alluring quality of this boy.
"Oh, erm, yes. I..Guess i'm fine." I told him, examining the small devil carpet scrapes that were on the palms of my hands. The sunrise boy reached out to take the closest of my hands, examining it for himself. His hands were rather soft and nice feeling. I liked him holding one of them and the warmth that spread throughout my own as his eyes grazed over them to search for his verdict. "Not fine. Your hands are scraped up pretty badly." He told me, looking up at me with a crease in between his eye brows to show the slight worry he had for my hands. He released my hand softly, awaiting both my response and reaction. "B-Bu-But. They look fine.." I told him, cutting off of anything I was about to say as I was uninterrupted by my new teacher.
She had her hands on her hips, giving an unfriendly glare to me and the sunrise boy. "Miss Mystique, Mister Maxx." She said, a look on her face that suggested it was one of the repeated times she had tried to get our attention. I straightened up in my seat again, blushing a light pink. The sunrise boy was the first to speak up. "I apologize for the disruption Mrs. Roberts, but I was just looking at the cuts Mystique has on her hands." He announced, sounding confident. Wait. How did this boy know my name? Had I gone to the same grade school as him?
I shrugged it off, giving him a side glance. Mrs. Roberts scowled softly, walking briskly over to my seat and separating me and the sunrise boy. She examined my hands for herself, sighing softly. "It's seems you were right.. You should go ahead and make yourself useful by showing Miss Mystique to the clinic." Mrs. Roberts told him, turning her back to me and looking over at the sunrise boy. Wait..? I was supposed to go somewhere...Alone. With him? What if I faint? I silently tried to calm down. Hey, if the year continued like this, with this sunrise boy and him helping me out, maybe I would be able to survive.
I laugh softly to myself, confident that no one would hear it in my little hideaway. The way I was when I was younger! Shy, stuttery, quiet as any JMD could be. I don't even know I made the change from that to my flirty and friendly self now. Those few previous signs that showed I was about to cry were now gone at the happy memory. My head turned around with a bright smile as I heard the all too familiar foot steps of my best friend. I was up and trotting towards him before he would even have a chance to get a greeting out. "Maxy!" I greeted him, still smiling brightly as I threw my arms around him in a hug. I felt him stagger backwards and then fall backwards onto the soft, snowy ground with a friendly laugh that still reminds me of the soft fall of rain even now. "Such a warm welcome Mysti.. But next time try not to run me over." He told me with a playful smile as he lifted me off of his chest and placed me in the grass beside him.
He sat up himself after a short cough. My brow creased in the slightest bit as I heard it. "You're sick, aren't you?" I asked, looking him over. He rolled his eyes, waving it off. "Yeah, no big deal though. Just a cough." He told me, but I was already stripping off that nice and cozy jacket of mine before the words could fully escape his mouth. I wrapped the light brown leather jacket around his shoulders, helping him to pull his arms through. I do have to admit that it was quite chilly outside outside without a jacket, but it was worth it to keep him warm and well. "There. All better now." I told him, looking up with another smile once I had fastened the last button. I could she his scowl even through the light snowfall. "What?!" I asked, batting my eye lashes to look innocent. "I say i'm fine and you still give me this girly jacket." He complained, only to laugh right afterwards. I couldn't help but join in.
"Hey, it's an instinct by now, isn't it?" I asked him, continuing afterward. "You always seem too cold for your own good and I give you my 'girly' jacket." I teased his own tone he used when he complained about it. He rolled his eyes softly, waving me off again as he pulled out the same little bag he always brought breakfast for the two of us in. It looked a bit..Different though. Ah! I see. It was a darker shade of green and slightly bigger. What.. Why would it be bigger if he only brought few pieces of food? I understood as he took out a woolly looking blanket. "You. C'mere. I know your cold, too." Maxx instructed, wrapping the blanket around himself before he extended his arms out to me. Darnit! I really did think I was hiding my chattering teeth successfully! Urgh. I couldn't resist the sweet warmth that was being offered to me.
I got up on my knees and made my way over to him, snuggling into the blanket as his arms encircled around my waist so that the blanket would cover me. I have to admit.. It was an admirable difference than out in the light, snowy air. I couldn't help but lean back against his chest to soak in the warmth of his fur and inhale that same cologne smell he always seemed to have on him. But it was faint, as always, as to not flare up my allergies. Always being the nice dragon and keeping me in mind...I felt him remove one arm from around me to grab an orange to hand to me and then one for himself. "Go now, eat up. You know you can't resist oranges." He told me, looking down at my white face with a smirk. That's it. I could not hold it in any more.
I reached up and pressed my still cold lips against his own, the instant thing that I realized was how soft and warm they were in the situation of being out here at this time of day; In the cold Winter in early morning time. I held my lips against his gently for a few more moments before pulling back with a shameful look. He one the other hand...He looked quite and literally stunned. A pink blush came across my cheeks, looking straight down to my orange as I started to peel the sunset orange skin off of it with small, delicate hands. Though, I have to admit I had a bit of trouble with it. The boy sitting behind me, with his arms still firmly wrapped around me finally snapped out of his little trance and took his hands to mine to help me with the peeling. He wasn't saying anything. I shouldn't have done that. We would never be the same now, now that I had made the wrong step and crossed the one fine border between friendship and something else.
"I-I'm sorry.." "You would think you would know how to peel an orange by now, seeing how much you like them."Both of our words came out at the same time. Though mine was answered first. "Sorry? Sorry for what? For just trying to warm your lips up? I can't blame you for that Mysti." He told me, letting his arms wrap back around me as he finished with the orange peeling. He was dodging the subject...Mostly at least. I let the next few words tumble out of my mouth. "I love you.. I'n sorry I haven't told you before now." I said, blushing brightly now. I heard him sigh. "I had guessed.." He said, starting into his own confession. "Mystique, I have to tell yo something as well. I..I have a girlfriend. I'm sorry to say that's why I was late today..." I tuned out there, my eye filling with regret for my move and sorrow. I had made my move too late. I looked down at my orange so he could not see my face once he was finished. "I-I'm happy for you, really." I told him, though there was a noticeable crack in my voice as my throat tightened again and a tear made a wet trail across my snow bitten cheek on it's way down to the snow. It left a small dot through the snow, and Maxx seemed to notice. "Mystique! Please! Please don't cry! I
do love you..It's just.. I can't see you as anything other than my best friend right now." He explained, hurriedly wiping the tears from my cheeks as if it would erase the hurt immediately.
Maybe our relationship would just be an illusion..And maybe it would stay that way. I could never expect him to love me back anyways. I'm just, boring me. Nothing special besides the fact that I'm too loud, and I'm obnoxious. I let the tears continue to streak down my cheeks in what seemed like something close to a rhythm. Not even his quick, warm, gentle paw could stop the tears from my eyes. Nothing could ever end this hurt. I guess that's the reason I ever date so many JMD's in the first place. I guess i'm just looking for that same exact spark me and Maxx had before the confusion. The playful talk between each other, the way we knew everything about each other, like the oranges. Maybe, one day, I'll actually find someone to patch up my heart and handle me delicately enough to not do it again.
Some things really are
just an illusion.