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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 12, 2010 17:19:21 GMT
One by one she took his arms, wrapping them around her own waist so that he could support himself against her and leave her hands free. She put her hands on each side of his face, looking at every part of it with a soft smile, as she turned him to look at her; there was no way that she was going to say this without him being able to see the truth in her eyes, "Brendan, I'd never joke about this..." she said, brushing back his hair, feeling like laughing from happiness but knowing it probably wouldn't be appropriate. "I've never felt more alive, never felt like something was so... right."
She leaned forwards, pressing her lips against his. The rain continued to pour down, her hair sticking to her forehead and making all of her clothes heavy and sticky. But it was perfect, like the romantic climax of some movie, where the two unfortunate souls finally found each other and faded into the happily ever after.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 12, 2010 20:58:20 GMT
Brendan pulled her closer, slipping his hands under the rim of her shirt. He pressed his soaking wet body to hers, deepening the kiss. He had never felt so in love, so alive. He had never wanted someone so bad, either. Diane made him happier than he had ever been in his whole entire life. She made life worth living, and the depression lift away. She showed him the bright side of things, the things he had pushed away, afraid that something would go wrong.
He pulled her as close to him as she could be, their bodys molding together as one. He slipped his tounge into her mouth, brushing it against hers as his hands pressed to her back. He wanted her so bad, but refused to take her. He pulled away, brushing back her hair as he looked down at her.
"I love you, Diane.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 12, 2010 21:13:21 GMT
Diane felt like melting into him, becoming one with him, forgetting about the entire world and letting herself no longer be an individual, but a couple. Miss McLain no longer; it would be a shame for Brendan to lose his last name, since it had been given by his father, so Diane had no problem with being Mrs Reid... The name chimed happily through her mind. "Mr and Mrs Reid..." she laughed, smiling widely. "Oh, Brendan, I love you so much!" she said, taking his hands. "Promise me that we'll stay this happy forever. Promise that if I go away again then you won't get scared, promise me you'll always trust that you are my air, my God, my everything, whether you're here or not."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 12, 2010 22:56:44 GMT
Brendan held her close.
"I promise, Diane. I promise." He whispered to her, brushing back the hair that clung to her face. He kissed her cheek, leaning down to her.
"What do you say we get out of this rain and into a new, warm set of clothes, and get that ring of yours? Hows that sound?" He smiled, taking her hands in his. "Any ring you want.."
He knew there was no need to get a ring for himself- his father had given him his wedding band when his parents had split up. He had it in his dresser, and he had looked at it everyday before he had gotten hospitalized. It was beautiful, a silver band with a cross in the center, emeralds on either side. He could always get the stones replaced to match Dianes, but he preferred the ring be his fathers rather than some ring he could just buy at the store.
"Whats your favorite stone, baby?" He asked, touching her cheek.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 13, 2010 10:41:33 GMT
Diane smiled. Getting warm and dry certainly sounded like a good idea, especially teamed with getting undressed... Even if they couldn't really do anything. She smiled, she was sure that there was some way she was meant to be getting back home...
She turned around, seeing Beetlejuice parked a little way off, Bexi at the drivers seat listening to her iPod blasting in a world of her own, completely unaware of the monumental moment in Diane's life that was taking place. Diane blushed, holding Brendan's hand. "Want a lift?" she asked softly. "We-We could tell Bexi... And then Bexi will tell everyone, and then it'll be real... It'll feel real...."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 13, 2010 21:16:48 GMT
Brendan was amazed how she tuned EVERYTHING he was saying out. He wanted to wave his hand in front of her face -or better yet, hit her over the head with a crutch- but he knew he couldnt do that. If there was one thing that really got him fuming, it was being ignored.
"Ill walk. You go ahead and tell your cousin." He mumbled, pulling away from her and turning around. He started off, taking small steps, his head down as he watched his feet. Rain -along with the occasional tear- slipped down his cheek.
BAH! I knew this was a joke! I knew it! Oh, youre so gullible. Its almost cute. If you didnt have a date stamped on your foot, youd be good to go. But I gauren-fucking-tee youll be dead before your bachelor party. Enjoy her while youre here, baby. Because you dont have much longer left.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 13, 2010 21:57:19 GMT
Diane smiled, but also frowned a little. Did she do something wrong again? She'd just assumed that he would accept that the ring could wait. She jumped over to him, kissing him on the cheek and whispering into his ear, "I want one that glitters. Something elegant, but not square cut. Silver or white gold. The rest is up to you. I want it to be your choice, your gift," she told him, before lifting up, skipping back to beetlejuice, opening the door but not getting in. She told Bexi quickly, who gave her a hug and the suitable looks of shock and happiness, before Diane turned back to Brendan, "Come on, we'll get back to the school!" she called. "Walk or get a lift; Either way, you're going home with your fiancee!" she called, proud to be able to say it so loud and clear.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 16, 2010 16:45:54 GMT
Brendan shrugged, not really caring whether or not she came with him.
"Thats completely up to you. You said you wanted alone." He said, pulling out his dead phone for empasis. "Ill show you the text mesages. You surely have much better things to do than bother with me. Go to the mall. Go do something fun. Im going home."
He lowered his head and continued to walk, sure he had hurt her somehow. But nothing compared to the pain he felt. And nothing would.
Your days are numbered, boy. Enjoy them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 16, 2010 17:18:52 GMT
Diane pulled back, a little hurt by his words. Had he only excepted because he had felt he had had to? Was this whole relationship just about what she wanted, so that they tiptoed around each other to try and make each other feel better and not be hurt, when the truth was that they just couldn't trust each other? The thoughts rattled through her head, and so she pushed them down into the darkest corner of her mind, where only the demon had ever reached. "Oh... ok..." she said softly. "I, uh, guess I'll see you tomorrow. Text me!" she called, waiting at the door for a moment, but it was too wet to wait for a long time, as she sat into the car and stared blankly forwards as Bexi drove her away.
-fini-
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