Look to the Sky (Megstiel)

Chapter 3

We walk, hand in hand-it took me a few minutes to gather up the courage to grab hers- past buildings and houses, commenting on the scenery around us. "That is one sorry excuse for a tree." "Just needs some nurturing." She rolls her eyes at me and I laugh. "Do you see the best in everything?" I look at her, my face turning serious, "yeah, it makes life a little more pleasant." She looks at me, pausing both of our steps. "I couldn't guess what 'the best' in me could ever be to you."

I turn to her, and grab her other hand. "I haven't seen much, but what I have seen lures me to you, similar to a moth to light." She starts to smile sweetly, but it turns to a smirk as she says, "oh, Clarence, I just seem to have that affect on people." I smile, but it's distractedly.

She has to hold on to her mask. Hide her face to prevent it from getting slapped... I assess this from her reaction, and say, "you are most irresistible to the majority of men. I, however, am slightly more willful because I eluded your seductions." "You're just a sappy romantic and want some cheesy romance novel worthy dates before you get it in." Who hurt her? I look at her, and lie. "Touché."

As we walk, the sidewalk becomes more cracked, the houses older, the trees deader. "God, Cas, it's a little early for a haunted house." I continue looking straight ahead when I say, "we're not attending a haunted house." She rolls her eyes presumably at my word choice, then says, "well then where are we going, Clarence? I don't exactly have a good history with 'mystery' dates." I raise my eyebrows. "You also don't have a history with guys like me." "Touché."

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As we enter the old town, my smile is irrepressible. "God, Clarence, what's with you and crap-hole towns?" She hits a nerve and I visibly wince. "No offense." Too little, too late, I think. "None taken," I lie. "Hey, look at that sad little flower." She says, obviously trying to make amends. "That one?" I ask, despite how it's obvious. "Yeah, that little blue morning glory stuck in the middle of a patch of forget-me-nots."

I look at the plants, recognizing nothing, despite my family's vast garden. "Why is the morning glory so wilted?" "Clarence, it's in the name." I look at her cluelessly. "In the morning, it's got the whole shebang. Bloomed to the fullest. God, you are so dense sometimes." I smile, "it's so funny." "What?" She says this and her voice changes depth in defense. "You really like flowers." She crosses her arms, muttering, "you fit into ONE girly stereotype and all of a sudden you're a wuss."

"That seems to be how it works." I say, picking her up and flipping her over. "And what do you think YOU'RE doing?" She asks, as though she is in complete control. I laugh, and run, lifting my arms abruptly every so often hoping she'd squeal and reveal another girly trait.

Instead, she puts her arms in a cross and waits. I sigh, "I thought that was bound to work." "It did. The only girly thing I got is my flowers." I hold her eyes with my own, and her eyebrows raise as if to indicate her words are law, no need to stare.

My eyes fall to the flower in my hand and I realize picking her up was unlike me. Huh.

I hand the flower to her and we walk over to 'Cinema Plaza'-an OLD movie theatre made in the '90's, inspired by the '30's- my pace quickening with excitement. She looks at me, "what a romantic sap you are Clarence." "That is just what you need. Romantic saps are soothing to the soul, according to popular belief." She raises an eyebrow, "and does 'popular belief' mean the 2003 issue of 'Cosmopolitan'?" "No, it was the 2001 issue, to be correct." She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm. "It is difficult to conclude if you're serious or not when you talk like so." She says in a way I suppose is a mockery of my voice.

"This time you may conclude my statement was false. If you ever have trouble deciphering again, please ask." I smile and turn my head to hers, but she's already looking at me. "You're impossible." "I am no anomaly. I obviously exist." She butts her shoulder into my side(she's considerably shorter than I) "let's eat the American way, shall we?"

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We settle into our seats, lucky enough to have the theatre LITERALLY to ourselves. We had decided on an old movie. She had said they were stupid, but I insisted we watch one. She chose 'Loretta in the Wild' because 'if this Loretta is anything like the Loretta I knew back in high school, this'll be a show.' She leans in, putting her lips close enough to my ear that it tickles. "You know, we're all alone in here..."

I feel a pressure in my nether regions, and temptation slither through my blood, but it would not be right. So I reply, "yeah, until some slacker employee walks in for a break." She laughs, attempting to hide what I think is disappointment. I take her hand and we chat until the lights go down completely and the movie begins.

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"Well, I would've preferred spending those two hours in the dark with you another way, but that was... Acceptable." I push her shoulder with my own. "Acceptable? You loved that movie and it is very obvious." She pushes back, "sure, Cas." I grab her hand, "are you hungry?" "No, let's walk back home, we can hang out there." I smile, "you can teach me about the plants." "I can."

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I open the door for her(I took the key from her so I could unlock and open the door for her), a small smile on my face. She returns the gesture with a smile so small it could be a smirk. I follow her footsteps inside and close the door.

I walk to the fridge, looking for possible meals I could make her tonight. She walks to the table and sits, waiting. I examine the options, and decide on hamburgers. I get out the ground beef and set it on the counter. She taps the table with her fingers and I look at her. Her eyes move to mine, unmoving as her finger extends, indicating the small pot with an even smaller sprout on the table.

"That's a bean sprout." She says the type of bean it is, some special foreign kind-Egyptian maybe- but I don't hear it. I'm busy staring at her. Her eyes aren't lighting up as they did earlier when talking about the plants, they're staring into mine. I don't know whether or not to break the contact.

I look to the floor, against my wishes. "Are hamburgers fine?" I say in a quiet tone. Her eyes leave the point where mine used to be, joining mine at the ground. "Yes." She says as un-boldly as I have ever heard her speak.

I make the meal with small talk in-between the considerable pauses. "It's ready." I say, maybe a little too loudly. "I'll set the table." She responds, pushing herself up from the table. I let her, putting hot pads onto the table so I can set down the food.

We talk flirtatiously, easily. Almost too easy for someone as inexperienced as I. When we're done, she jumps up, holds my hands and leads me to the couch. It plays Doctor Who, an earlier episode with my favorite character, Captain Jack Harkness. I glance at it and she does the same. "What?" I look around shiftily, "oh, I just really enjoy this show.." Her eyebrows raise, "this one? My brother loves it."

As we watch, our bodies press closer and closer. It's difficult to resist when she asks for it so easily. My hand eventually lands around her back, just on the line of her jeans. I didn't realize it before, but I've been teasing that area. Sticking my fingers below the material and then snapping it back up. Repeating repeating repeating. It's driving me crazy, actually. She notices my discomfort and pulls her leg up onto my lap and choking the distance between us.

I put my hand to her face, both of us with lips falling into each other, slowly, so slowly.

Our lips close the gap, and now they're pushing into each other, filling the gaps. They fill me, but they empty me too; I never knew that "more" is an emotion. She rolls so that her knees are on either side of me now, he arms somewhere around my neck, my arms are stuck to her back, changing positions but always pulling closer, closer.

And then, we're staring, eyes searching, breaths heavy. And then she's gone.

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I apologize for taking five million years to update... Mom only let's me have me iPod at school so i never have time to write:( I had this almost ready for a long time, I just added a bit today XD sorry... I'll update my other story, "I just thought you should know" in a few days. I promise!