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Post by Bear Keeni on May 22, 2011 15:54:23 GMT -5
I hate the water. I was never taught how to swim, so I avoid the stuff like it's a liquid hell. Which it is, to me. I'm alright with showers and bathtubs, but nothing like the damn bay. Gahh... I hate the water.
That's why, while I stood up on the pier, I held onto the railing with a white-knuckled grip, staring warily down at the rolling waves below, trying to not envision myself plummeting and drowning because I can't swim.
Where the hell was Becca?! She said she would be here... I haven't seen her since I had sex with her in her dorm room. She disappeared after that and had me worried as hell until I found out that she was here today. So what better welcome gift than asking her to prom? I'm not much of a dancer nor do I really care for such events, but I figured that Becca would like it, so why not ask?
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on May 22, 2011 19:42:15 GMT -5
W E L C O M E B A C K
--I MISSED YOU [/center][/font][/color] I was usually always, always on time, but I just got back to Richmond today and everything was pretty crazy. The first thing I thought of when I got back was "Bear." Jackson relapsed and his cancer came back strong. We all thought he was for sure going to die this time and all those years of avoiding him so I wouldn't have to be heartbroken when he finally passed went out the window. I left Richmond High the second I realized he might die and I suddenly regretted no spending this years and making memories, but that was all going to change once he got better and enrolled back at Richmond. Once we figured out that Jackson was going to make it, barely, I started thinking of Bear. I left Richmond so fast I never got the chance to say bye or tell him what happened. I wanted to get back as soon as possible and be with him. Plus...I didn't want him to think I left after we had sex. That was not me and I would never leave him.
I finally made it to the pier where we were going to meet and I saw his tall dark figure gripping the railing. I was surprised that he asked me to meet here. I know he knew that I absolutely loved the water, but he was deathly afraid. I frowned at the thought of making him wait by the water all by himself. I practically skipped to him and hugged him from the side so tightly I thought I was going to explode with all the love and yearning I had bottled up inside of me. "I missed you.." I whispered the words but I knew he would hear.
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 22, 2011 20:36:42 GMT -5
I don't even know why I'm so scared of water... nothing ever happened to me that made me become terrified of the liquid. I figure it's just one of those things that appear/happen randomly. But why water?! Of all the things to be scared of.... water is just stupid. You needed water to live, and yet here I was, holding onto the railing as if my damn life depended on it. It's pathetic, really....
I didn't know someone had come up to me until I felt a crushing embrace around my midsection, nearly cutting off my breathing space. I almost jumped, but as soon as I saw the familiar hair color and recognized the familiar scent, I calmed down, a broad smile drawing across my face. "I missed you too." I said, twisting so that I could give her my own bone-crushing hug. My fear of the bay below the pier was gone, replaced by a burning feeling inside my chest that I didn't want to ever dull down.
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on May 23, 2011 17:50:07 GMT -5
W E L C O M E B A C K
--I MISSED YOU [/center][/font][/color] I laid my head on Bear's muscular chest. I just loved the warmth of his arms around me. I think I missed that the most. When his arms were around me I felt so safe. Others might have looked at us and called me crazy for letting Bear hold me like that, but honestly, I never saw any danger when I was with him. I knew he would protect me and never ever hurt me. I pulled away and smiled up at him to really get a view of his face and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'm so sorry I left without saying anything." I knew a sorry probably wasn't enough but I just hoped that he would be okay with it. Jackson wasn't supposed to relapse, but that was the thing with cancer, it was a silent killer.
I let go of him and leaned against the railing. I knew he hated the water and probably freaked out each time I got close the water, but I knew I wasn't going to drown. I watched the waves splash against the wood of the pier and smiled. This was perfect. Anytime I was with Bear life just seemed perfect and wonderful.
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 23, 2011 18:57:49 GMT -5
It had been so long since I had hugged her that I just wanted to squeeze the living daylights out of her. But then that'd be bad because she'd be dead and not here with me... I'd cry. I'd honestly cry. So I tossed that thought aside, of course, preferring that the girl I love be alive instead of six feet under. Everything about her just made me feel so... so normal. As if I wasn't a psychotic cannibal and rapist. And I liked that feeling. She made me feel as if the world wasn't against me all at once, and I loved her for that.
I was a bit peeved that she had left so suddenly without telling me, but oh well. Even though I was mad, I couldn't stay mad at her for very long before losing myself in those blue eyes of hers. Hell, I couldn't stay mad at her even if I wanted to!
Following her over to the railing, I couldn't stop smiling even though I was beginning to get nervous by standing so close to the water. "Becca..." I began, trying to not sound as nervous as I actually was. "I was just wondering... I mean, I know you just came back to town, but.... and it's alright if you say no, but I was wanting to ask you... if you'd like to... ah... go to prom with me...?" There! I said it! But now came the hard part: waiting. Of course I wanted her to say yes so I could see her in a sexy dress, of course! but she just got back to town and I didn't want to make her more tired or anything. And besides, I didn't really like dancing, but as long as Becca was there, I was willing to try.
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Post by Rebecca Chastain on May 24, 2011 17:10:11 GMT -5
W E L C O M E B A C K
--I MISSED YOU [/center][/font][/color] The words finally sunk into my head and the biggest smile in the world appeared on my face. I felt complete bliss. How cute was he?! I knew he was terrified of the water or falling into it yet he was still willing to meet me by the water and even lean, rather cling, to the railing. I could tell Bear was nervous. Maybe it was the water, but a little piece of me wanted to think he was nervous about asking me to prom. That in itself was enough to send my heart soaring. Bear and dances did not exactly mix but he was still willing to ask me to prom. Wow, I loved this guy!
I turn around and hugged him again, really taking in the moment. The listened to the sound of the water splashing against the pier mixed with the beating of Bear's heart. I smelled the ocean mixed with that wonderful smell that was known as Bear. I felt his back, muscular like the rest of him. At that moment I felt completely lucky and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this guy. I looked back up at Bear, my arms still wrapped around him loosely. "Hmm...I don't know I'll have to think about it." I smirked, my voice was dripping with sarcasm. Oh how I loved teasing him. Of course I was going to say yes. Prom was kind of a big deal and there was no one else's arm I would rather be on than his. "Of course! Yes, I'll go to prom with you, Bear." I giggled slightly feeling completely giddy. All thoughts of my brother disappeared and were replaced with thoughts of prom night with Bear. I loved the way he could make me happy no matter. "Hey...I love you."
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 24, 2011 22:22:57 GMT -5
If a human could melt in any other way other than spontaneous combustion, I surely would've withered when I saw her smile like that. Just standing there and seeing how her whole face lit up when those lips curved upward... it made me want to hit something! Not her, of course, but like a pole or the railing, or something.
le wip
((I'll finish it once Bear gets over his angst Dx ))
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