| Sometimes When We Touch by Bunny |
| You ask me if I love you, and, I choke on my reply. I'd rather hurt you honestly, than mislead you with a lie. And, who am I to judge you on what you say or do? I'm only just beginning to see the real you. Hyde lay, staring at his ceiling, his thoughts turning sour. Nothing! She didn't feel it... the fireworks... How could she not feel what he felt? He had bucked his feelings like a penned bronc for the longest time, but... today they'd come bubbling to the surface, consuming him like an entourage of lava... The second that he saw her with that guy, he got an ever-tightening knot in his stomach. At first it was jealousy, which he had tried to shrug off, but then it was this overwhelming feeling of protectiveness; just knowing he had to get this guy away from her... And, then... the sweet aching for her... Not just to sleep with her, but... to be with her... to hold her in his arms, let the world know she was his for all time... And, sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much. And, I have to close my eyes and hide. I wanna hold you til I die, til we both break down and cry. I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides. ~Flashback: Hyde sat across from that Chip guy, sort of watching Jackie talk with Laurie, turning only slightly to the guy to speak as he watched Jackie walk away from her... "So, you an' Jackie, huh?" "Yeah, isn't she somethin'?" the guy smiled. "Sure..." "Sometimes, though, I kinda hate it when she talks..." he admitted. "I hear ya..." Hyde laughed, getting up to walk towards the table. "And, she's always talkin'..." Chip continued, following Hyde. "But, I figure it's worth it if I can nail her..." he said with a cocky grin. Hyde stopped cold, feeling like someone had an icy grip around his heart, causing it to momentarily cease beating. "Huh..." Hyde said, scratching the back of his head, fighting to mask his emotions. "You know, you should probably think about that man..." he said carefully. "Ya know, I mean, Jackie's kind of young, and she's only had like one boyfriend, so---" "Hey, that's not a big surprise." he cut in. "You know, she's a bitch." "Oh, no..." he said, with a slight shake of his head, rearing back and decking him before he could even think about it. Hyde could only stand over him, glaring, silently daring him to get up, until he saw Jackie run over... "Steven, what happened?!" "What? Nothin'... Just somebody... and then the guy said 'bitch', and it was nothin'..." he mumbled, a bit confused.~ "Nothin' my ass!" he said aloud, hopping off the bed and grabbing his jacket... |
| Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride. But through the insecurity, some tenderness survives. I'm just another writer, still trapped within my truth. A hesitant prize fighter, still trapped within my youth. |
| Jackie lay across her bed, clad in a peasant-style nightgown, and sighed. What had she done? She was beginning to realize the reason maybe she didn't feel fireworks were because she had built her expectations too high for too long... If it weren't too late, she'd say try again... "What pride have I got left; why not?" she muttered derisively, absently fiddling with an embroidered pillow. Suddenly, she heard the window rattling, and skittered back on the bed. "Oh, no... Please don't mug me!" she called, reaching for some kind of weapon as the window started to open... |