Untouchable

This Love

A/N: almost on time this week!!! Haha. This song is definitely one of my favourites from 1989. It's a bit of a shorter chapter, but I like it.

Enjoy.
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Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in

It was the beginning of April when I finally returned to Jordon's house. He had cornered me in the halls, and like the weak little girl I was, he won me over in a heart beat. There was not an ounce of strength left in me.

The smell of freshly mown lawn invaded my nose--a much better scent than what I was about to inhale tonight. I had a tornado of emotions rushing through me. I wanted Jordon--I really, really, liked him. But I wasn't so sure he liked me.

Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again

Today in the hallways, after gym, I watched as he checked Dayna out. To top it off, Dayna looked back and gave a huge smirk, that I knew was directed completely at me.

That fucking bitch.

He was mine--well not yet, but soon. I would make him mine tonight. I had to remember that before me, there were many others. Dayna was probably one of them. I wondered if she ever had feelings for him. Was she jealous that his attention was directed towards me, and not her?

In silent screams

I prayed it was. I needed to squash her like a bug. I had to make her feel small, and unwanted. She needed to know what it felt like to not be loved. She couldn't get everything she wanted. I wouldn't let her. I had to hurt her. I would break her just like she had tried many times to me.

in wildest dreams

All of that meant stepping out of my comfort zone. What exactly was my comfort zone. Did I have one? Was I even allowed to have one? After everything that my life had come to, was there even a point in having one?

I climbed the tree, and hopped onto Jordon's roof. There he sat, with a blunt hanging from his lips. He pulled it away, but before he could say anything, I planted my lips on his. They tasted funny--different from the last time we kissed. It was strange being so straight forward, but this is what I had to do to win the battle.

"It's been a while," he stated in a low monotonous voice. I felt his hand at my waist, igniting electric currents.

I never dreamed of this

"Too long. What ya got there?" I nodded at the paraphernalia in the corner.

A slick smile spread across his face, highlighting those dimples. "Some real good shit." he dragged out the 'r'.

My eyebrows raised. "What is it?"

"Smack."

I bit my lip. I had no idea what that was, nor did I know how much that would cost. Was it worth it? Marijuana made me feel like I had a cold, MDMA was kind of sketchy. Would this new drug be the answer?

Been losing grip

"This one'll really cost you though. Doesn't come around everyday."

"Mm. Is it worth it?"

"It so is. It makes you happy--"

"--I'm sold."

You showed up just in time

When it hit it was the most amazing feeling of relief and euphoria. I didn't have a care for the world. No--I did. I loved the world. It was such a magnificent place to be. The stars were out, so was the moon, casting a blue glow down upon us. Any mental or physical stress I was feeling before this was long forgotten. That didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered but this moment right here. I wanted to stay in this moment forever; forget all the stress and pain in the real world, and stay here, in Jordon's arms.

This love is good, this love is bad

I looked over at him. The way the moon cast upon his face highlighted his cheekbones. God, he was so attractive. I found my face moving closer, and suddenly my lips were on his cheek. My hand rested on his chest, but slid lower.

"What would I do without you Jordon," I breathed.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked at me. I was on guard for the rest of the world, but with him, I melted. He was so tall, and handsome, and bad--but oh, was he good at being it. I didn't know what love was, and I had never been in it, but whatever I was feeling now, love seemed like a good way to describe it. I traced his face with my fingertips. Light as butterfly wings, I traced his cheekbone, his jaw, his lips. He grabbed my hand, and clasped it in his. Our lips met, and we exploded in a million different bright burning colours.

I swung my leg around so I straddled him, and deepened the kiss. This was it. This was what I wanted. Jordon was the answer. He made me happy. He made me feel. I was wanted. I was . . . loved?

"Jordon," I breathed between kisses.

"Mm, Tay," he hummed.

"I-I really like you." I shunned myself at my caution. Caution couldn't exist anymore. I could no longer hide.

But what should have happened, didn't happen. There was no devastating heartbreak. It was just me and him.

This love is alive back from the dead

"I really like you too, babe." He stopped kissing, and looked me in the eye. "Do you love me?"

I didn't tear my eyes away. I didn't run away. I stood my ground, and I boldly said: "yes, Jordon. I love you."

He smiled and kissed me. "I do too babe."

left a permanent mark

There's a low to every high. This love was bad, this love was dangerous, this love was threatened.

glowing in the dark

But this love was ours.

this love came back to me . . .

And it was good.