Nursery Rhymes for the Mentally Ill

I <3 Blackbird Pie & Jonathan!!!

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, baked IN A FREAKING PIE (Gross.)

Oh, great. It was Leron again, appearing out of the sky. Not that I have anything against him (and his oh-so-sexy looks), but, 1: Dani was falling way to hard for him. 2: She was gonna get her heart broken. And, 3: A shadow and a person...not the best combo.

I watched as Dani went up to the grey shadow and pulled on his toe. I was about to laugh, when I felt a hand on my mouth.

"Mphmp!" I tried yelling, but my voice was barely audible over the exited sweals of love-sick Dani. I was pulled back into the forest and hoisted up on my horse, without even seeing my captors face. I kicked and punched, but I was no mach.

"MPHMPH!!!" I screamed. No one heard me. The guy (no girl could ever be this strong) kicked the horse, who was a ginormous white stallion. The horse seemed oddly familiar...it was Jonathan's horse. Jonathan. I kicked and tried to scream even more, but we kept riding farther and farther into the forest. I could barley hear Ash say,

"Where'd Alice go?" The horse started to a gallop, and we just kept riding and riding. I kept trying to scream, but kicking would only make the horse go faster.

We had been riding for over 20 minutes, and panic was starting to kick in. Where are we going? What if I get put in a dungeon? WHAT IF HE TALKS TO ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY????

We finally came to a stop in a much thicker part of the forest. He finally took his hand off of my mouth and took me off of the horse. Jonathan's hands where clamped tightly on my waist, so I couldn't run. Just great.

My heart started to get fluttery, and I felt like I was going to puke. JONATHAN WAS IN FRONT OF ME. He was holding my freaking WAIST. His hair, that used to be blond back in middle school, was now a darker brown with blond streaks. It was still sexily (Is that a word?) shaggy, just brushing his eyes. His eyes. They were still ginormous and blue, the ones that had inspired thousands of poems.

Eyes like the ocean,

Eyes like the sky.

Sparkling wonders,

As you pass by.

"Alice," his so, so, so deep and sexy voice said, bringing me back to reality, "we need to talk." I giggled. I loved him so much. I LOVE him so much.

"I...I'm so sorry I shot you. I was...just so surprised, and the arrow was ready, and then I saw you...I love you, Alice Rose Reed." He used my middle name!!! He knows my middle name!!! He leaned in closer to me, and our noses touched.

"I love you too." I whispered before our lips met, and he engulfed me in the best thing ever. My face turned hot, then cold, and the butterflies in my stomach must have drunk some Monster or Rockstar or something; they were going crazy. Finally our lips parted, and he went over to the horse...and brought out a pie? Not really what I was expecting, but whatever. He motioned to sit down on the pine-needle ground, and he sat across from me, the pie positioned between us.

"In this land, a Blackbird Pie is a symbol of love, or trust." He said sexily.

"So, that's why the king got it, in the rhyme?" I asked. Jonathan just smiled and nodded.

He took a knife and suddenly cut the pie open.

"Grab my hands!" He yelled over the sudden flapping of wings. I did, and then the pie exploded with blackbirds, blackbirds everywhere. There were so many that I couldn't see Jonathan, or the forest around us. It was just blackbirds, everywhere. Then his lips were on mine, and we were taken away by the beautiful, graceful, wonderful blackbirds.

MEG