Cutz

The walk home was chilly. Her blue hair flew with the wind, tangling in with her white and pink hair. The colors reminded her of him. He was her heart and her heart was thumping inside her chest. Being this close to him made her whole body feel different; made her feel wanted, made her feel alive and loved. 1

There was dew on the grass, making her black and blue shoes wet, and the bottom of her jeans were turning a darker shade of blue. 2

The morning birds were singing and the sun was beginning to rise. The sky was splashes with shades of pink, blue, orange, yellow, and red. The clouds dusted colors with white, making it a perfect morning. 3

Morning. 4

She had been gone all night. Since twelve thirty to… 5

Reaching in her pants pocket, she flipped open her white and black cell phone, checking the time. 6

Five AM. 7

Damn. Four nearly five hours she’d spent the time at his house. HIS house. Wow. Now, this was the guy who she’d been afraid to talk to, at the beginning of the school year. The crush grew into an obsession and that soon became into… 8

God only knows what. 9

Her friends Rin and Lilly had tried to get her to talk to him, but it was all a no go. She couldn’t talk to him. She’d end up embarrassing herself. Plus, what was the use? He was WAY out of her league. In her eyes, he was a Brad Pitt. He was beautiful. 10

No one could compare with him, in her eyes. Speaking of eyes… his were incredible, sea green with a dash of gold that spiked out from his pupils. They were amazing and every time she even glanced at him, she was lost in them. She would drown in them. People just weren’t born with those eyes anymore. 11

But what really brought out his eyes were his hair and skin. His hair was a chocolate brown, cut short, but not too short. It was spiked up to reveal his face, with skin that every American woman wanted. The complexion was mixed between pale and tan, softening his sharp cheek bones and perfect nose. His lips were astounding. There wasn’t a flaw on him. The dusty rose colored lips were begging for attention. 12

Making herself pay attention to where she was walking, she gently squeezed his hand, which was firmly grasped in hers. Before she could breath, a light squeeze was returned. Looking up, she saw him smiling. She smiled back and blushed a tiny bit, hopefully he didn’t see. He had always wanted to see her blush, but she refused to let him. 13

The softball field approached with an immense speed. Fuck! her time was coming to an end. Why did all good things have to end? Why now? 14

She kept walking, as her heart beat against her chest. It hurt because it was pounding so hard. The sound echoed through her head and she wondered if he could hear it. Hopefully not, that would be embarrassing. Desperate to calm her heart rate down, she took even breaths. When they got to the bench, she started for her neighbor’s gate, but was pulled backwards. 15

Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at him with a questioning gaze. He just smiled a little and continued to pull her backwards. 16

When he took a seat, she sat down next to him, still looking puzzled. 17

"K’rene…" 18

The tone of his voice was gentle and soft, but she still couldn’t help but gulp. Her heart rate wasn’t helping either. Traitor… 19

"Umm… yes." 20

She was surprised that she even got that much out. It hurt to talk. Maybe from being nervous or anxious… But wait! Why should she be nervous? She wasn’t expecting… 21

Well maybe she was expecting him to say something, but was she anxious? Apparently. 22

He stared at her like he could see through her. It was strange but it was a nice feeling. Maybe he did care about her. Maybe he did like her. She weighed the possibilities. He was the one to grab her hand when they started walking back to her house. He was the one who had invited her over to watch the movie. He was the one who… pulled her back. Could it be true? Was she seriously here, sitting with the one person she thought she never would be able to talk to? It was true… this was reality. At the beginning of the school year, she couldn’t even say "hello" to him and now… look where she was, sitting next to him at five o’clock in the morning with her hand in his. 23

"What would you say," He paused and took a deep breath, "If I asked you out?" 24

K’rene couldn’t help but grin. It was unstoppable. It spread across her face like wild fire. It was uncontrollable. She had dreamed of this happening, but she had never expected it to become reality. This moment… was amazing. 25

"I would say yes." 26

With her reply, the smile soon appeared on his face. 27

His smile dazzled her. She couldn’t resist… 28

Leaning forward, he opened her arms, knowing exactly what she was about to do. When K’rene’s head landed softly on his chest, his hands interlocked together. Rave didn’t want his hands to ever come undone. This embrace was precious to him. He had waited a long time for this hug and he wanted to prolong this moment forever. Rave didn’t want to let go. 29

K’rene closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. He smelled wonderful. It wasn’t too strong and it wasn’t too faint. It was wonderful; a dream come true. 30

She felt the darkness of sleep approach her. Cursing in her head, K’rene lifted her head and stood up from the embrace. Leaving was… agony, but she had to get home. If her parents woke up and found her missing… lets just say she would be in deep shit. Smiling tenderly, her hand reached out, waiting to grasp his. Without a second to spare, he stood, seizing hold of her hand. 31

Her skin was so soft against his touch. It felt heavenly. How could someone have that kind of skin? It was better than a new born baby’s skin, which was truly incredible. When her skin brushed his, Rave felt a tingling sensation start at his fingertips and end at his heart. He felt warm. Alive, if you will. How could she do this to him? 32

K’rene started to walk, and when she got to the gate, she opened it with her free hand. Pulling him along, she turned back to look at him. 33

"You have to take me all the way," She smiled, "I’m too scared to go alone because of the movie." 34

His laugh rang through out her body, warming her insides fully. She laughed silently with him and stuck her tongue teasingly out at him. Then turning to face forward, she walked on. 35

Once they reached the garage, she opened the door. A pang of sadness hit her. This is where she would have to say goodbye. Damn. Goodbyes were sweet sorrows. 36

When she turned around, Rave didn’t wait for her to come at him. He went for her. Her eyes smiled at him, making his heart stutter. That was an innocent look and it fit her. She was an angel. There was no other answer. Nothing else fit. The way she looked at him made his heart stop. It made him think. He had to remind himself to breath. Who reminded themselves to breath? Honestly…