Black Sapphire

Chapter 4

"Tennessee! Nashville, please come back to me!" I hear Blake cry. It's faint but I can just hear it.

My mind begins to whirl as I think about what happened to me, again. How long will this keep happening? How many times will I relive that moment. Don't get me wrong, it was an amazing moment. I loved every second of it. Expect for the shock. I love everything about Blake. His smile. His eyes. His nickname for me, Little Nashville. And his bangs. They are absolutely perfect. He is perfect. It is amazing that he remembered me. Seriously, that boy could have had a million girls standing at his feet, and yet he bothered to keep loving me after 15 years. It's things like that that make me wan to snuggle up into his arms and stay there forever. Unfortunately, I couldn't move. I try to shift my body, but I feel frozen into place. Almost paralyzed. That isn't possible, right? I couldn't be paralyzed. I can hear the people around me. Unless that's my subconscious playing tricks on me.

"Blake, she needs a doctor. Let's take her home and explain everything to her dad. He should be okay with the fact that you're bringing her home, to safety." I can hear Lilliana say. What does she mean ' explain everything' and 'he should be okay with fact that you're bringing her home'. I feel like there is something Blake isn't telling me. That's when my memory kicked in. He was going to tell me what was going on when I had a shock.

"No!" Blake cried. If I could move I would have jumped at the volume of his voice. "The first time her dad was here he saw me and specifically told me, you will stay away from my daughter or there can be consequences." Mocking my dad at the last part. I have to admit, he does a good imitation of him. I feel a smile creep up on my face, as I imagine Blake's face as he said that. Wait. I smiled! I can move!

I try to move myself into a sitting position. No such luck. And, I can't get this smile to go away.

"Look she's smiling! She must be having a good dream! Too bad we don't know what she is dreaming about." Lilliana says loud and clear. The sounds are no longer distant voices.

"I'm sure Blake will find out," Ever snorts. I hear a slap an assume that Ever smacked Blake in the arm. And how will Blake know what I am thinking about? That's impossible. Right?

Why do I have this weird feeling that I'm not the only one in my brain? It's like everything in my mind; memories, secrets, thoughts were in a file cabinet and someone was just easily fingering through the pages. A video popped into my mind. I see Blake. Beautiful as ever. His soft lips, his hair that flops across his forehead, almost covering his eyes, and oh those eyes, the green and blue swirling together to make magical orbs that movie stars would pay millions of dollars for. He looks me in the eye and makes a face that says, 'Just hold on. You will be okay.' His image slowly melts away.

"Lill, you can go home. I don't want you to be there when I tell her Dad what happened." Blake says softly. That boy has kindness to kill. He can make a tragedy sound so innocent and harmless. But this isn't a tragedy, right? I'm going to be okay and wake up feeling fine. Blake can finally speak his mind and we will go on with life. I hope. What if I wake up but I'm still paralyzed? What if-no Tennessee!!! No what ifs!

"Okay. But pleeease text me later. I hate the silence. And we all know I'm a loner. But that's life!" Lilliana responds. I've never had that feeling. I've always had lots if friends and people following me. Things are definitely going to change this year.

"Aw, Lilly. You have us! Besides, you're a pusher! It took you 5 months to warm up to me. Know look at us." Ever says trying to make Lilli feel better. "Uhh.. best friends..." Aww!! Ever likes Lilli!! They would be tots adore!! Tennessee!! You can not speak text in your mind!!!

"Yeah. Besties. Bye.." Lilliana says awkwardly as she walks. I totally wish I could see her but I only hear her foot steps. Why do I get this vibe that Ever and Lill like each other?

"Dude, Tennessee can hear us!" Blake exclaims excitedly. "But she is paralyzed. I have no clue how to wake her up." his voice falters. This is killing me, not being able to see his face. If only I could reach out and touch his face and tell him that I'm okay. But I'm paralyzed.

"Don't worry chap! You guys are like a fairytale, so all you gotta do is awake her with a kiss!" Ever explains bluntly. Have I never actually heard the British accent in his voice? Huh. We really are like a fairytale and I can't wait to feel Blake's lips on mine again.

I can feel Blake hovering over me. Come on dude! Kiss me! Our lips finally reach and it's a soft and delicate kiss. Nothing heated or over the top. But he hasn't let me go yet. His lips are still on mine. The great shock rushes through me and I feel as if I've been shocked back to life. I feel my chest rise as the shock courses through my veins. My arm twitches with my brain's command. I am unparalyzed and I have never felt so good. Blake's lips finally realese mine. He stares into my eyes, and I stare into his. Deep swirls of blue and green, combining together to create a whirl of blue bubblegum and mint ice cream. I can physically feel the air being drawn from my lungs as my eyes shift towards his lips. There they sit, looking absolutely perfect as they curve into one of Blake's signature crooked and mischievous smiles. Why must he do this to me? Make me feel like I can just simply be towed into him. With out any refusal - just giving into him. Okay, maybe my mind is helping me make the decision. But I'm starting to think that I don't mind this resolution, at all.

Blake's hand snakes under my neck bracing it. It's not a firm grip, but strong enough to pick up my upper body. He cradles me into his chest and rests his chin on the top of my head. A salty, warm tear slides down my cheek and drops onto Blake's shirt. I never noticed that I was crying. My chest shakes with my sobs. Calm down, Tennessee. You can not keep sobbing into this hot guy's chest. I slowly raise my head to look into those breath taking eyes again, but they aren't the eyes I was just taking in. These eyes look cold. Lifeless. I peer over to Ever to looking for support. A concerned look crossed his face as I motion over to Blake's hard look. Ever snaps his fingers in front of his face. My knight-in-shining armor cracks out his daze. My eyes close over as I take a deep breath. I feel my body being pushed off of Blake's lap. My eyes snap open and I stare at him. He is standing up and almost walking away. Blake turns back and glances at me one last time with a pained look on his face. I sit there on the sidewalk, alone, with a tear streaked face. Typical teenage love.