(These are not my ocs they are @WeirdoWitchOfTheWest 's) Lilizeri x Ripple; vanilla daydreams: I smelled the air, enjoying the smell of vanilla and old paper; one of my childhood friends ran the place, I greeted her as I walked in with a small nod.
"Hello Ripple, how are you today?" She greeted, her name was Luna (haha author chan gets in the story!) and she was kind enough, though she was pretty bipolar so I made sure to be cautious in saying,
"I'm fine, and you?" She smiled at me.
"I'm doing great, now run along. I saw your friend come in a while ago, she must be better company than some blabbering librarian." I nodded and walked over to the shelf where my favorite book was. Standing there flipping through the pages delicately was none other than my best friend Lili.
She looked up at me and shut the book, her golden eyes and heavenly wings seemingly glistening with beauty, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and, admittedly, I was in love with my best friend, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I kept it quiet.
Her curly hair reflected the light dancing around the room. I silently sat down beside her. Then, a melody I know drifts past my ears, once again making me think of her. But then again, when am I not thinking about her? I turned slightly, seeing a movement, and only saw the librarian, who I swear gave me a thumbs up.
So I'm sitting at the barstool,
It starts to grow roots,
Feelin' like an old, worn out pair of shoes,
Tell me what it is that I should do,
When I'm swimming in the liquor only halfway through,
So I'm watching as his wings spread wide as could be,
Come on now and wrap them around me,
Cause' all I want to do now is fall asleep,
Come down here and lay next to me,
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven,
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in Heaven,
Up here the bottle never runs dry,
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes,
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven,
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in Heaven,
Angels start to look good to me,
They're gonna have to deport to the fiery deep,
At that line, I turn to Lili, who's staring into space and clutching the coffee too hard, and I say these words:
"You know, this song reminds me of you," she jumped, snapping her head toward me, surprised because I had broken the silence so thick you could hear a pin drop.
"Sorry, what?" She asked.
"I just said that this song reminds me of you," nerves were making their way through my body, so I had to do this before they made their way to my brain. A small blush tinged her cheek, and she looked downward.
"A lot of songs remind me of you," She said, absentmindedly running a finger over the rim of the coffee cup in continuous circles.
"Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Every love song," She looked away, looking anywhere but at me, not willing to take the risk of a, highly doubtable, chance of seeing hatred or a chance rejection from me. I reached out, touching her delicate face as if she were made of glass and just might break. I turned her head to face me. I leaned down and kissed her soft lips quickly before my nerves got the better of me. I let go of her, only, much to my surprise, have her wrap her arms around my neck and pull me back in for a kiss, and this time I didn't let go.
And still haven't. I could never let an angel like her go. She's my angel and always will be.
(@WeirdoWitchOfTheWest Did this with me thank her too and also go follow my homie OR DIE :) have a nice day)
