Gwendolyn,Get Your Gun🚬

Chapter 8- Dreamstate

"Come on, Angelo,I can't do it! Give it back!"

Michelangelo snickered some more and held the paper betwixt his fingers higher above his head,above Gwendolyn's reach.

Gwendolyn huffed and grunted and jumped against her stepbrother,trying fruitlessly to retrieve the paper he held away from her.It was all in futility,as Michelangelo was annoyingly tall and Gwendolyn was a good two heads shorter.

"Give it back, Angelo! I won't be able to remember my lines before the recital!"

"Yes, you will,"he said easily.

"No, I won't! I'll forget em on stage and everyone's gonna laugh at me.Momma's gonna be so mad! "she cried.

Michelangelo sighed and gazed at her small pretty face for a second.
"Duskflower, you don't need this paper to remember your lines.You have the ability to retain anything in your memory.You just gotta believe it. You've been staring at this paper for a month now and you can't even say the words right."

Gwendolyn scoffed and pouted. "Can to."

"Can not."

"Can to!"

He smirked."Fine.Say it."

Gwendolyn's stance faltered a bit. Her little heart began to beat faster.She swallowed.

"Um..."

"Well?"

"Well, I..um.."

"Waiting.."Michelangelo drawled lazily, and feigned a yawn.

"Roses are red.Violets are blue.The sky is... The sky is...um... Sun and snow, rivers and rain, crystal balls, diamond rays.. The sky is um...The sea is its mirror and.. STOP LAUGHING,ANGELO!!"she flushed red and bunches her fists,her lower lip trembling.

Michel could not.He'd launched into bouts of uncontrollable laughter that only aggravated the little girl more.

He held his torso as he bent over and laughed and laughed.Gwendolyn rushed at him, raining on him a million punches with her tiny fists.

"Stop it! Stop it! Give me my paper! You'll make me cry now!"

At once, Michelangelo stopped laughing and looked at her cherubic face.It really was as red as a beetle and her big honeybrown eyes looked dangerously close to spilling an ocean.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval,stood up straight and sighed.

"Oh,little Duskflower,must you be so weak?"he asked softly and caressed her long scarlet tresses.

He shook his head and handed her the paper.Gwendolyn pouted some more, sniffled a little, then gingerly took the paper from his fingers.

After a moment of staring at it, she looked back at him and gave a wide smile.
"I can say it now."

Michelangelo laughed and bent down to her face level.
"Do you know why it's so hard for you to remember your lines, Duskflower?"

She sniffled. "No.. Why?"

"It's because you don't relate to it."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It means you don't feel it in here,"he told her, touching a finger to her chest.

"Oh."She looked at him in awe.

He was right.

He placed both hands on her shoulders and peered into her eyes."Listen to me, Gwendolyn ,no one is gonna laugh at you.If they do,I'll take each and every one of em to a corner and beat em."

Gwendolyn giggled,all her previous feelings dissipating into thin air."You're such a ruffian."

He smirked. "More like rogue. A bastard rogue."

Gwendolyn fell silent.She knew how much it hurt Michelangelo when people called him a bastard. He didn't fit in with the other kids at their preppy school,had never been able to. He was such a menace to his teachers, so unruly and ruthless amongst his peers,that they had to go seek for something that would hurt him, something that would get past his thick skin.Bastard had been that something,after they'd discovered that he didn't know who his father was,and neither did his mother.

Not anymore though.

Michelangelo had decided recently to wear the name like an armor, like a crown. So no one could use it to hurt him anymore.

Now he was even more of a reckless daredevil than before.

And Gwendolyn adored him even more.

"And, Duskflower, "he continued, with an evil glint in his eye. "If you do forget your lines, you can say our rhyme. "

Gwendolyn gasped inaudibly, her little mouth forming a round 'o'.

"Do you think they'd allow me to,Angelo?Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you? "

"Who gives two fucks about their permission? You're allowed to do whatever the fuck you wanna do, Duskflower,okay? "

She giggled again."You're so crude,Angio."

He gave her a toothy grin that caught the sunlight and Gwendolyn sighed a little.

Michelangelo was so handsome. All her friends thoughts so.Kira,her best friend and classmate, had already announced unabashedly to everyone who cared to listen that Michelangelo would be boyfriend throughout highschool and her date to senior prom when the time came, clearly forgetting that not he was only three classes above her and three years older than her but that he was also the love of Gwendolyn's life.

Yes,at merely eleven,Gwenny knew what love was.What it felt like. At least she thought she did.

Love was that feeling you got whenever your plain eyes locked with the electric blue eyes of your stepbrother and you felt your stomach do a cartwheel tumble towards your feet.

Or when he's helping you with your homework and you can't help but stare at his profile because it was designed by demigods themselves.

Or when he drops you off at school, but turns to wave and his smile catches the light, nearly blinding you with beauty.

Love was the smell of his hair.

The caress of his hand.

The smirk on his lips.

Love was Michelangelo.

"Ready?"he asked, his blue eyes twinkling in mischief .

"Okay,"she replied blushing.

He began:

            Cream and Velvet
            Rose and Peach
             Your red lips
              At My Reach

She replied:
            
            Sweet like Sugar
             Tempting Treat
             Candy flossed Words
             Flow from It

He said:
    
           My heart is evil
          Yours good and lush
          My mind deceitful
          Yours pink and-

He'd barely finished the poem when little Gwen rushed towards him and planted her lips on his.

She awoke with a start.

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Poem Credit : @Truant_Evangie7

Modified by : @DivineBel