Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

• Chapter Two; Scent and Discomfort- Vincent La’boi

I was hoping I would wake up this morning, and I’d be back in my bed, the sunshine would be starring me down through the slits of the blinds which hid my window, and my hand would be ready to slam the snooze button, to sleep just five minutes more. Most of the time, what I planned to be five turned into fifth teen, maybe even twenty minutes more than planned. Then I would lay there listening to my mom and little bro ague the rest of the moaning about a test he failed two weeks ago.
With the sun’s radiant gleam still missing in action, life was looking a little more dull. I moved my arms just to realize, Blake must’ve crawled up to me in the middle of the night, in search of body heat. I was tempted to stretch, but I knew she was nicer, asleep than awake. And I wasn’t ready for another punch because yesterdays hurt like a mother ********.
I peered at Terra and Skylar. Her long blonde hair covered his lips, as if he fell asleep kissing her forehead, good night, for we might not make it through each night, or the next day. I admired them, because I wish I had someone to kiss, someone to hold, and someone to love.
I felt small movements, and I looked down to see Blake quivering, as if running in her dream.
“Gale!” she shouted, her vibrant blue hair mimicking her movements, flowing forward past her shoulders, as she jolted up.
A small pant fallowed this, with her striking baby blue eyes wider then a snakes jaw could go, tears just started to swarm out. I wasn’t sure to hug her, or just let the tears stream down her rose blushed cheeks. Blake swiftly turned around, barring her head into my dark navy blue shirt. I couldn’t help, but wrap my arms around her. Then I felt hands glide under my arms, and a tug on the fabric of my shirt. Pretty sure she didn’t know I was the one she was hugging.
“Its..It’s going to be okay...” I tried comforting her, somewhat rubbing her back.
Soon enough, she was silent; it was if she had just fallen back asleep.
***
I laid there, arms locked, silent, and in deep thought. There are so many “what if” questions I couldn’t help but ask myself, knowing I had no answers. I really wasn’t the one to assure things were going to be okay, when I knew we are all going to die in this town full of not so happy memories, especially for Blake. Ever since her mom died, it’s like she just shut everyone out, including her best friend since the first day of grade school.
***
“Vincent Adrian La’boi.
You’ve been with me through the thick and thin. You’ve seen me cry, and you’ve seen me smile. You still held my hand when I was getting picked on, and you still managed to make me laugh when Jonathan smith stood me up. You’re not perfect, and neither am I. We’re not going to be Mister and Misses most popular couple, but I can promise you that we won’t be fake like those people. We will be more than them, and I know usually the guy asks the girl out, but you see I can’t wait forever; you’re all I ever wanted. Will you be mine?” She asked brown hair quivering as she pushed it behind her ear just as the wind blew.
What they say is true, ‘Actions speak louder’ I could feel her uneasiness illuminating in her body language; her feet angled towards the other, and her arms both at her sides, tugging on the extra fabric of her sleeves. I needed to say something to ease her, and pick her off her feet. I had it on the tip of my tongue.
“Whoever said you weren’t perfect?” I said leaning into kiss her lips, only to have her quickly push hers to mine. I smirked letting it break just to tell her, “I love you, and I always will, Blake.”
***
“Always…” I said under my breath, taking back reality.
I glanced down at her, and thought to myself, ‘Do I ever cross her mind?’ I brushed my hand over her shoulder, laying a small kiss on her forehead. Over and over was that day she told me her true feelings. When it came to that memory, I was just like a stupid obsessed Justin Beiber fan. I couldn’t help but miss the old Blake. She was a free spirit, but still kept her morals, but now, she’s all into drugs, drinking, and partying. She is always high or something, never giving respect but bitching if no one gave it to her, I still love her though.
“She misses you.” I heard Nicole say, yawning afterward.
“What do you mean?” I asked curious.
“Blake, she misses you.” She replied.
“She doesn’t Show it, and hell if I care, she’s a b***h.” I replied trying to hide the fact I really did care.
“You two will come around. Trust me. I saw the kiss just now, and I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. You guys have something that can’t be forgotten.” She said with her accent she picked up from living in Australia until a few years ago, when she moved here.
I was shocked at her understanding, I thought her to be just ‘Jesus Talker’ I really wanted to tell her, but now wasn’t the time. I wanted to tell her, that I envied her. She was the closest to Blake now, and that is why I tended to be rude, and mean to her.