Never Enough. The Vamps Fan Fiction.

Chapter 9 - Language of love.

The definition of love as defined by the dictionary is: An intense feeling of deep affection. Personally I believed when and if I fell in love I would know. I thought I would see that special person and know that they were the one, but that sort of thing doesn't happen. We never do see love coming. The sad fact is that some people love but don't get love in return. Learning to love and let love is the hardest part. 

I pulled the cap off my lip gloss and smeared some on my puckered tulip shaped lips. I mushed my lips together in a circular motion and popped my mouth open, admiring Tris' annoyed look in the mirror's reflection. "Remind me again why you said yes to that twat," Tris said with a melancholy expression. 

I laughed and fluffed my hair in an attempt to give my limp stringy mess some volume "I owe him," I said simply. 

Tristan was not satisfied. He rolled his eyes "You don't owe me anything?" he questioned wiggling his eyebrows. 

I shook my head, turning my attention away from the mirror and to Tris who was laying side ways on my lilac bed spread. "Don't worry Tris, Brad is merely a friend."

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My eyes lite up as Bradley led me to the limo. "Wow," I exclaimed "this is way more than I expected. I had no idea we'd gotten a limo seeing as you drive a piece of shit," I stated chuckling lightly. 

Brad scoffed "I told you, my car was being repaired. I would never be cheap on a date" he added offended that I had implied such a thing.

Brad helped me step out and I gasped as I looked around. We were in a empty city park. Lanterns hung from string on trees and twinkling lights were strung from the tops. It was as if I was apart of the stars in the sky. I placed a hand over my mouth to cover my surprised expression as Brad led me to the cobble stone court yard that was centered in the middle of the park. 

I hardly noticed that a guitarist had come out. Brad smiled sheepishly as he backed away to join the guitarist. He slowly started to strum and Brad began to sing. 

I could hardly believe it. Everything happened so fast, the music, the atmosphere. It was all so unreal. After Brad finished I applauded loudly and he nodded in my direction. 

He once again joined me and the guitarist played another song. Bradley took my hand in his and placed his other hand on the small of my back. We swayed in sync to the music. I held my breath as Brad lifted his head and met my eyes. He cupped my cheek and slowly moved his head to mine closing the space between us. 

I held in a gasp as he morphed his lips to mine. We had barley spoken at all that whole night, but it was more beautiful without words, speaking would have just ruined it. It was an unspoken agreement that made everything okay without any talking. 

Brad moved his head away from mine as I took a much needed breath. All I could muster was "This is all so amazing."

He simply nodded and pulled me back to him as we continued to dance. 

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"I don't get it," I huffed as I twisted my hair into a bun and secured it with an elastic "it was amazing, there must be something wrong with me."

Tris laughed looking up from his place on the couch. "Nothing is wrong with you banana," he said as I walked over to him sat next to him with me knees beneath me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.

"But then why am I not the happiest person in the world right now. I mean you should have seen it Tris," I started springing up from my place on the couch "he cleared a whole park just for us," I gushed, awestruck.

"It's not that hard to clear a park in the nighttime. It doesn't involve magic," Tris mumbled.

I laughed and sat back down next to Tristan. "I guess he just isn't my soul mate..." I stated.

Tris lay his head in my lap and I looked down at him. "You only have one soul mate?" he questioned pushing some hair behind my ear.

I shook my head, the hair falling back into my eyes, reversing his efforts "You can have way more than 1 soul mate," I explained laying my hand on Tristan's chest "A soul mate doesn't necessarily mean someone you date or marry. It can even be an animal you really loved. Sometimes you lose your soul mate or maybe they even come back. The rarest cases even stay with their soul mates," I continued, playing with Tris' hair as he stared lovingly into my eyes "Soul mates come into your life to teach you about love."

He propped himself on his elbows so his mouth was inches from mine "What have I taught you about love?" he questioned his eyes flickering to my lips and back to my eyes.