Here you go Lilly:
I pulled out of the hug, and realized to my embarrassment that there was a tear running down my cheek. I felt my brothers' eyes boring into my back as I murmured the words, "I am so sorry..." and rushed up the stairs, slamming the basement door behind me. I entered my room and threw myself on the bed, stuffing my head into the down-y comfort that was my pillow.
She is NOT her.
She looks just like her...
She isn't coming back.
Look at her eyes Mikey. Their hazel. Just like hers.
Oh great, now I'm schizo. And shut the hell up, why do I care?
I speak the truth, now don't I? You think she's beautiful. Look at yourself in the mirror and say you didn't think about kissing her right then and there. You really should ha-
My arguing with myself was interrupted by the sound of my brothers footsteps pounding down the hall to my room. I was already in a bad state, did he really need to yell at me now? Just as I buried my face into my pillow, he threw open the door as I did, and slammed it behind him.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded. I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.
"You know goddamn well that she ISN'T coming back Mikey-" The words already stung and he hadn't even finished his first sentence. "-And we all know you miss Her, but what the fuck was going on in your head? You probably scared the child to death, the way you ran off!" Gerard continued. I looked up at him, my face reflecting my newfound shame.
"Gee," I inhaled, looking back down. "I miss her so much..." I said. My face drained of all emotion as I tried to avoid his eyes. We both sat for a moment, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gerard's expression shift from anger to annoyed pity.
"I know," he began, walking to the edge of my bed, but not sitting down next to me.
"But you can't do shit like that!" he said, making hand movements to accompany his words.
"She isn't your Alicia, shes a fourteen year old girl. And if something happened to her, Frank will not hesitate to kick your ass. You can't go psycho-obsessive over her- if that's what you were getting at.", he looked at me and snapped his fingers to get my attention, "Listen. I don't want you near her until we get over this, thing...." he said, not sure what to call my sudden depression.
"Got it?" he repeated. I didn't know he said it a first time, but I nodded.
My brother sighed and pulled me into a one armed hug.
"It's gonna be okay." he said softly. These were the last words he spoke before quietly getting up and leaving.
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I walked out of the basement, looking for wherever Gerard and Michael went. Instead, the first thing I see is The Rocky Horror Picture Show, My all-time favorite movie, playing in what I thought was the living room. I walked closer, only to realize I was correct. I smiled and sat down on the couch, entering just as Dr. Frank-n-Furter was being introduced. After about an hour, my mind began to drift. I laid my head down in an armrest and
my thoughts settled on the young men who hugged me not too long ago. His eyes were hazel like mine, but reflected so many different emotions. I couldn't recognize any. Then I thought about his face. The way his jaw line wasn't rounded like Frank's, but curved and slightly pointed. His cheeks were sort of hollow, but not to the point where he looked unhealthy. He had a slight tan, a bit darker than his brother. He had dark blond eyelashes that brushed his cheeks lightly every time he blinked. His meek smile and slender, thin build instantly made me attracted to him, making my brain fog up when he first approached me. I wasn't shocked when he hugged me, I just thought it was customary for this family to completely disregard personal space. I was more concerned with the expression on his brothers' face. He looked panicked, but I didn't see why.
I continued thinking about him until my thoughts somehow got out-of-hand. I was thinking about what might have happened if nobody was there. Would he have done something else? I left the more-Uh, discreet, thoughts to myself is I drifted into sleep.
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I opened my door quietly as I looked both ways down the hall. I was going to take this 'Stay away from her' thing seriously, seeing as I didn't want to have my ass kicked. I crept towards the living room, listening for any sign of people still being awake, as I snuck past the doorway of our unoccupied kitchen. I then tiptoed into the living room, and was about five feet behind the couch when I heard my name. I stopped dead in my tracks, looking around to try and see where it came from, expecting to see one of the guys poking their head out of their rooms. I barely heard the call, but it was only a whisper. I didn't hear anything for a while, so I continued my creeping.
Mikey... the voice sighed again, and by the breathiness, I could tell it wasn't a guy. My heart picked up it's pace after I thought if who It could be. After about a minute of my frozen expression, a silently chuckled. It couldn't be her... But with my luck it probably was. I somehow got the courage to take a few more steps before I come into full view of the noise. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her face. Brown hair twisting around her, messily falling both behind and beside her bare shoulders, the jacket pulled almost completely off, hanging off her elbows and covering the bottom part of her arms, abandoning the top. I stopped myself from looking anywhere else, and my eyes flickered back up to her face. Her thin eyebrows were furrowed, but definantly not because of frustration. The girls mouth was slightly open, and the soft sound of hitched breathing emitted from them. She choked out my name again, this time a bit louder and more drawn out.
Do it.
For once, I decided to listen to my the voice in my head,
and took a step forward. I stopped as her breathing became infrequent gasps, my eyes widened as I looked at her own, which were shut tightly. Her mouth opened a fraction of an inch more- and I took my chance, raising my hand and slowly moving it toward her pale shoulder. I stood still, but after a second of listening to her inaudible whispers, I got caught caught In the moment and gently touched my fingers to her bare shoulder. It was so cold... I jumped when she jerked her hand, moving it up to her hair, but instead, colliding with my forearm. She grabbed it and slowly moved down to my wrist, making my eyes open wider. I looked at her, surprised as her fingertips met mine, and made my own breath hitch. She murmured a few sweet nothings, and moved her head back suddenly on the pillow, obscenities and my name being strung together into sentences you only heard from a grown woman, not at all from a fourteen year-old girl. This time she moaned. It wasn't loud, but it rang in my ears, making me shiver. I opened my eyes after she made another heavy gasp, and my dilated, hazel eyes, met Alicia's wide open ones.
I pulled out of the hug, and realized to my embarrassment that there was a tear running down my cheek. I felt my brothers' eyes boring into my back as I murmured the words, "I am so sorry..." and rushed up the stairs, slamming the basement door behind me. I entered my room and threw myself on the bed, stuffing my head into the down-y comfort that was my pillow.
She is NOT her.
She looks just like her...
She isn't coming back.
Look at her eyes Mikey. Their hazel. Just like hers.
Oh great, now I'm schizo. And shut the hell up, why do I care?
I speak the truth, now don't I? You think she's beautiful. Look at yourself in the mirror and say you didn't think about kissing her right then and there. You really should ha-
My arguing with myself was interrupted by the sound of my brothers footsteps pounding down the hall to my room. I was already in a bad state, did he really need to yell at me now? Just as I buried my face into my pillow, he threw open the door as I did, and slammed it behind him.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded. I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.
"You know goddamn well that she ISN'T coming back Mikey-" The words already stung and he hadn't even finished his first sentence. "-And we all know you miss Her, but what the fuck was going on in your head? You probably scared the child to death, the way you ran off!" Gerard continued. I looked up at him, my face reflecting my newfound shame.
"Gee," I inhaled, looking back down. "I miss her so much..." I said. My face drained of all emotion as I tried to avoid his eyes. We both sat for a moment, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gerard's expression shift from anger to annoyed pity.
"I know," he began, walking to the edge of my bed, but not sitting down next to me.
"But you can't do shit like that!" he said, making hand movements to accompany his words.
"She isn't your Alicia, shes a fourteen year old girl. And if something happened to her, Frank will not hesitate to kick your ass. You can't go psycho-obsessive over her- if that's what you were getting at.", he looked at me and snapped his fingers to get my attention, "Listen. I don't want you near her until we get over this, thing...." he said, not sure what to call my sudden depression.
"Got it?" he repeated. I didn't know he said it a first time, but I nodded.
My brother sighed and pulled me into a one armed hug.
"It's gonna be okay." he said softly. These were the last words he spoke before quietly getting up and leaving.
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I walked out of the basement, looking for wherever Gerard and Michael went. Instead, the first thing I see is The Rocky Horror Picture Show, My all-time favorite movie, playing in what I thought was the living room. I walked closer, only to realize I was correct. I smiled and sat down on the couch, entering just as Dr. Frank-n-Furter was being introduced. After about an hour, my mind began to drift. I laid my head down in an armrest and
my thoughts settled on the young men who hugged me not too long ago. His eyes were hazel like mine, but reflected so many different emotions. I couldn't recognize any. Then I thought about his face. The way his jaw line wasn't rounded like Frank's, but curved and slightly pointed. His cheeks were sort of hollow, but not to the point where he looked unhealthy. He had a slight tan, a bit darker than his brother. He had dark blond eyelashes that brushed his cheeks lightly every time he blinked. His meek smile and slender, thin build instantly made me attracted to him, making my brain fog up when he first approached me. I wasn't shocked when he hugged me, I just thought it was customary for this family to completely disregard personal space. I was more concerned with the expression on his brothers' face. He looked panicked, but I didn't see why.
I continued thinking about him until my thoughts somehow got out-of-hand. I was thinking about what might have happened if nobody was there. Would he have done something else? I left the more-Uh, discreet, thoughts to myself is I drifted into sleep.
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I opened my door quietly as I looked both ways down the hall. I was going to take this 'Stay away from her' thing seriously, seeing as I didn't want to have my ass kicked. I crept towards the living room, listening for any sign of people still being awake, as I snuck past the doorway of our unoccupied kitchen. I then tiptoed into the living room, and was about five feet behind the couch when I heard my name. I stopped dead in my tracks, looking around to try and see where it came from, expecting to see one of the guys poking their head out of their rooms. I barely heard the call, but it was only a whisper. I didn't hear anything for a while, so I continued my creeping.
Mikey... the voice sighed again, and by the breathiness, I could tell it wasn't a guy. My heart picked up it's pace after I thought if who It could be. After about a minute of my frozen expression, a silently chuckled. It couldn't be her... But with my luck it probably was. I somehow got the courage to take a few more steps before I come into full view of the noise. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her face. Brown hair twisting around her, messily falling both behind and beside her bare shoulders, the jacket pulled almost completely off, hanging off her elbows and covering the bottom part of her arms, abandoning the top. I stopped myself from looking anywhere else, and my eyes flickered back up to her face. Her thin eyebrows were furrowed, but definantly not because of frustration. The girls mouth was slightly open, and the soft sound of hitched breathing emitted from them. She choked out my name again, this time a bit louder and more drawn out.
Do it.
For once, I decided to listen to my the voice in my head,
and took a step forward. I stopped as her breathing became infrequent gasps, my eyes widened as I looked at her own, which were shut tightly. Her mouth opened a fraction of an inch more- and I took my chance, raising my hand and slowly moving it toward her pale shoulder. I stood still, but after a second of listening to her inaudible whispers, I got caught caught In the moment and gently touched my fingers to her bare shoulder. It was so cold... I jumped when she jerked her hand, moving it up to her hair, but instead, colliding with my forearm. She grabbed it and slowly moved down to my wrist, making my eyes open wider. I looked at her, surprised as her fingertips met mine, and made my own breath hitch. She murmured a few sweet nothings, and moved her head back suddenly on the pillow, obscenities and my name being strung together into sentences you only heard from a grown woman, not at all from a fourteen year-old girl. This time she moaned. It wasn't loud, but it rang in my ears, making me shiver. I opened my eyes after she made another heavy gasp, and my dilated, hazel eyes, met Alicia's wide open ones.
