Post by Diane McLain on Dec 26, 2009 2:25:55 GMT
From a young age, Melville and Diane were always fighting and scratching at each other. They would often meet at big parties every few months, barely knowing each other but still enough to avoid awkwardness between them. Melville took delight in pulling her hair and making her cry, while Diane loved to outsmart Melville, forcing him into contests of smarts which she knew she would always win.
As they grew, they matured and grew to know each other better. The distance between them was far, but their parents were becoming closer and closer.
At twelve years old, Diane and Melville were forced into a cheesy New Years Eve party. Diane sat in a corner, a tiny glass of her first real alcohol held loosely in her fingertips, waiting for the countdown. Everyone was busy, already roaring drunk or too young to speak to Diane. She sighed, taking the glass and swiftly drinking.
“Hey...” She looked up, seeing Melville smile.
For once, she was glad to see him. There was no one around to talk to her age, and even Melville would do, right? “Hey.” She said, putting down the glass, “Party sucks, huh?”
He nodded, sitting on the seat beside her. They sat, mostly in silence, only offering a few words every so often. There was nothing in common, nothing to talk about even just to pretend. Only when they saw the television in the corner switch to the new London Eye, and then to all of the impressive constructions all over England, did they begin to talk. “Nearly there.” She said dully, unable to hear the TV from all of the adults shouting ‘Ten, Nine, Eight...’
‘Five, four, three...’ Melville uttered under his breath.
“One! Happy Christmas Me-“ she stopped, turning to him and finding her words stopped by his lips pressing against hers. It was ugly, amateur and uncomfortable, just as a first kiss always is, but it sent her heart racing. Almost as soon as it was there, it was over, as Melville stood up slowly, giving her a slight smile as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, telling her “I’ll see you around...”
She watched her leave, pressing her fingers to her lips as she remembered the kiss, wondering if it had just been a dream.
They never spoke of the kiss again and never acted upon it. They went back to normal, and it was an easy thing to forget with so much time apart. They continued to pull hair and play on their parents’ adoration, irritating each other endlessly.
Tears flew from her eyes, the cheeks of the fourteen year old Diane bright pink and glistening with tears. She cried into her constant stream of tissues, barely able to contain herself. There was a knocking sound and she looked up. Melville stood, leaning against the frame of the door, knocking against the wall. “This is my room...” he said, though he spoke softly, watching her closely.
She nodded, flooding into a new batch of tears.
He looked at her in sympathy, walking over to her side and putting his large arms around her softly, pressing her head into her. “I heard about your mum...” he said softly. Not that he had had anyone tell him, but he had overheard his mother and her father talking rapidly. “It’s only been a week, she could come back...” he tried to shush her, but her sobs just became more and more violent. “Shhh... shhh...” he said, holding her closely, brushing back her hair. It was impossible but to do anything but try and comfort her, her tears scratching on his soul like a crying baby. He held her like a child, kissing her head occasionally, trying everything he could.
Eventually her tears subsided into a moment of peace, as she pulled herself back, smiling and blushing as she realised just how much of a burden she had been. “Thanks...” she said, looking at him.
At that moment, they both knew that they would kiss. They stared at each other, both afraid to make the move and be pushed away, afraid to finally bite the bullet. To this day, they would both swear it was the other one that leaned forwards and took that first kiss, sinking their lips softly against each other in an embrace. They both stopped and pulled away slightly, daring not even smile though their hearts bounced as they found didn’t pull away. They leaned back forwards, lips and tongues sliding and pressing against each other with a passionate force.
Their hands lifted and joined in the rhythm, caressing each moment, each inch of their body. Melville held her close as he leaned her body to lie down on the bed, watching over her as he stroked her hair- “Dia...” he started to say, before she rested a finger on his lips.
Her eyes begged for silence, on the brink of tears, “Don’t.” She commanded swiftly. She knew what he wanted, and for one sweet moment she wanted to forget everything and sink into another world, Melville’s world. She smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly, tightening her fingers across his pale sheets. “Pale sheets... wouldn’t want our cloths to make them dirty, would we?” she said, trying to sound seductive while she was shaking inside. She wasn’t like this; she’d never done this with a man before....
She lay in his arms, her bare flesh resting against his. He was surprisingly tender, taking the chance to hold her even once he was finished, kissing her hair occasionally, though they both knew that there was no longer any attraction between them. “When are you back home?” he asked her softly, wondering more when he would have his house return to normal. It wasn’t normal to be stuck around a one night stand for longer than needed, and it was starting to feel awkward already.
She shrugged, trying to cover herself more with the sheets, “When my mum comes back...” she said softly, leaning into him. Little did she realise just how long that would be...
As they grew, they matured and grew to know each other better. The distance between them was far, but their parents were becoming closer and closer.
At twelve years old, Diane and Melville were forced into a cheesy New Years Eve party. Diane sat in a corner, a tiny glass of her first real alcohol held loosely in her fingertips, waiting for the countdown. Everyone was busy, already roaring drunk or too young to speak to Diane. She sighed, taking the glass and swiftly drinking.
“Hey...” She looked up, seeing Melville smile.
For once, she was glad to see him. There was no one around to talk to her age, and even Melville would do, right? “Hey.” She said, putting down the glass, “Party sucks, huh?”
He nodded, sitting on the seat beside her. They sat, mostly in silence, only offering a few words every so often. There was nothing in common, nothing to talk about even just to pretend. Only when they saw the television in the corner switch to the new London Eye, and then to all of the impressive constructions all over England, did they begin to talk. “Nearly there.” She said dully, unable to hear the TV from all of the adults shouting ‘Ten, Nine, Eight...’
‘Five, four, three...’ Melville uttered under his breath.
“One! Happy Christmas Me-“ she stopped, turning to him and finding her words stopped by his lips pressing against hers. It was ugly, amateur and uncomfortable, just as a first kiss always is, but it sent her heart racing. Almost as soon as it was there, it was over, as Melville stood up slowly, giving her a slight smile as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, telling her “I’ll see you around...”
She watched her leave, pressing her fingers to her lips as she remembered the kiss, wondering if it had just been a dream.
They never spoke of the kiss again and never acted upon it. They went back to normal, and it was an easy thing to forget with so much time apart. They continued to pull hair and play on their parents’ adoration, irritating each other endlessly.
Tears flew from her eyes, the cheeks of the fourteen year old Diane bright pink and glistening with tears. She cried into her constant stream of tissues, barely able to contain herself. There was a knocking sound and she looked up. Melville stood, leaning against the frame of the door, knocking against the wall. “This is my room...” he said, though he spoke softly, watching her closely.
She nodded, flooding into a new batch of tears.
He looked at her in sympathy, walking over to her side and putting his large arms around her softly, pressing her head into her. “I heard about your mum...” he said softly. Not that he had had anyone tell him, but he had overheard his mother and her father talking rapidly. “It’s only been a week, she could come back...” he tried to shush her, but her sobs just became more and more violent. “Shhh... shhh...” he said, holding her closely, brushing back her hair. It was impossible but to do anything but try and comfort her, her tears scratching on his soul like a crying baby. He held her like a child, kissing her head occasionally, trying everything he could.
Eventually her tears subsided into a moment of peace, as she pulled herself back, smiling and blushing as she realised just how much of a burden she had been. “Thanks...” she said, looking at him.
At that moment, they both knew that they would kiss. They stared at each other, both afraid to make the move and be pushed away, afraid to finally bite the bullet. To this day, they would both swear it was the other one that leaned forwards and took that first kiss, sinking their lips softly against each other in an embrace. They both stopped and pulled away slightly, daring not even smile though their hearts bounced as they found didn’t pull away. They leaned back forwards, lips and tongues sliding and pressing against each other with a passionate force.
Their hands lifted and joined in the rhythm, caressing each moment, each inch of their body. Melville held her close as he leaned her body to lie down on the bed, watching over her as he stroked her hair- “Dia...” he started to say, before she rested a finger on his lips.
Her eyes begged for silence, on the brink of tears, “Don’t.” She commanded swiftly. She knew what he wanted, and for one sweet moment she wanted to forget everything and sink into another world, Melville’s world. She smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly, tightening her fingers across his pale sheets. “Pale sheets... wouldn’t want our cloths to make them dirty, would we?” she said, trying to sound seductive while she was shaking inside. She wasn’t like this; she’d never done this with a man before....
She lay in his arms, her bare flesh resting against his. He was surprisingly tender, taking the chance to hold her even once he was finished, kissing her hair occasionally, though they both knew that there was no longer any attraction between them. “When are you back home?” he asked her softly, wondering more when he would have his house return to normal. It wasn’t normal to be stuck around a one night stand for longer than needed, and it was starting to feel awkward already.
She shrugged, trying to cover herself more with the sheets, “When my mum comes back...” she said softly, leaning into him. Little did she realise just how long that would be...
