Okay, so like... I'M ALIVE! I'm sorry I suck at YT, but guess what? Me & Naureen (xxrawrchick92xx) are thinking of collabing again to get me back into YT writing.
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I am Billie Jean. Loved. Hated. Wanted. Dangerous. I'm the girl your mother always warned you about. I'm the girl that shines as bright as the sun, but still can be so dark it scares you. I'm the girl guys dream about. I'm the girl that guys wish they never met so they wouldn't have to live life without me. I'm also the girl standing at his doorstep just asking him to love me.
"I dont understand" I whisper softly as my breath catches hold of the cold, winter, night air, making a white cloud. All I wanted was for him to love me. That's all I ever wanted. While other guys begged at my feet for attention, he was the one my eyes laid upon. Every time he spoke it was like a million stars lighting up the night sky. Every time he smiled it was like my heart shattered and then rebuilt itself. But he refused to love me. And I had no idea why.
"Billie Jean don't make this harder than it has to be," he says, reaching for my jaw line with his icy cold hand. I wanted to back away, but I didnt. My heart ached for his touch. I looked up into his milk chocolate brown eyes. His pale face is glowing from the bright moon and I wonder if he sees me this beautifully. His thumb swirls around my jaw and I put my hand over it. He whispers again, "I'm sorry."
I go over in my mind about what to say next. I want to yell at him, but somehow my mouth only quivers slightly as I shake in a breath. I didn't realize that I was crying until I feel his finger wipe across my cheek. I think in my mind: If he can be so caring right now, why cant he just give me a chance?
I just barely tremble in another breath. It feels as if my lungs aren't getting enough oxygen right now. I grab my chest and try to continue breathing, almost unable to. Gage notices this and asks in a tender voice, "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah" I gasp. "I I just—I really c-cant breathe right-- right now." I shudder from the bitter air. Wrapping his arms around me, Gage pulls me into his warm and quiet house. Immediately after I enter, I thank him.
"It's not a problem, but you should consider wearing a jacket from now on." He smiles that smile that breaks my heart and hands me his jacket. "Warm up." He leaves for the kitchen.
I put the jacket on, subtly breathing in the scent of his cologne that's washed over the jacket. When Gage comes back, he hands me a warm cup of hot chocolate. "I have marshmallows in the kitchen, but I didnt know if you-,"
"It's fine. Thank you." I try to act calm, even in the midst of all this heartbreak. We stand quietly, just staring at each other. The whole time I'm pushing away the thought of just kissing his soft, pink lips. I know I seem so desperate, even as I brag that all these guys want me.
"Okay" he says, putting his hands in his pockets.
I put the hot chocolate on the table. "Can I ask you something, Gage?" I ask, suddenly looking in his direction.
"Sure. Anything."
"Why? Why don't you love me?"
He opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it, as if editing it. His lifts his hand up and runs it though his curly, black hair. He pauses for a long while before answering. "Billie Jean, just let it go-," he begins, but I cut him off.
"Don't tell me to let it go or not to make this difficult! I don't want to let it go! I just want to know!" I yelled with my eyes closed in fear of seeing his reaction.
"Okay. Okay. I won't. I'll be honest," he says in defense.
"Please" I say, stuffing my hands in the large pockets of the jacket.
"Billie Jean, I love you," he says. My heart and mind race in confusion. "I've always loved you. I just" When he talks he seems nervous, but suddenly his speaks rapidly. "I never thought I had a chance with you. I know that sounds dumb, since you just confessed your love to me outside. But all these other guys, they're so handsome, and so funny, and so perfect for you. I thought that if I told you I loved you I'd just be another face in the sea of guys."
"Why didnt you tell me you loved me when I asked you if you did?" I ask.
"I don't know why. I guess because I still felt like a face in the crowd, and you would move on to the next guy if I so easily let you in."
"Gage Ive loved you since the day I met you. Theres no one else for me, but you. I know that." I put my hand on his chest. "I feel that everyday."
He stares at me for a few seconds and then our lips collide. It was the most perfect moment in my entire life. His lips wrapped flawlessly around mine. His hands enfold around my waist, sliding my shirt up and over my head. And I knew right then something amazing was happening. Something unforgettable. Something remarkable.
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Billie Jean? Like the Michael Jackson song? Haha. :)
My God. You're so good at describing emotions. It's kinda freaky. LOL.
xojubellaa 2 years ago
Yes. I love that song and that name and I thought I'd use it.
Thanks. It is freaky. Bahaha. (:
iluvjah2 2 years ago
You're ALIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEE!
Yay. :P
Loved it, of course. I should really try one of these one-shot things...they look like fun. :D
Also, collabs really DO help get you back into YT writing, especially with Naureen. At least, she's getting episodes out of me... (a miracle, I know. :P)
bookworm1880 2 years ago 4
bahaha, I miss your comments! And yeah, one-shots are fun. Like, they're so quick and luckily for me, they don't requier much attention, since I can't keep to a story to save a life.
iluvjah2 2 years ago
WOAH!!! UR NOT DEAD!!! did u have major writers block or something?
nootheravaliablename 2 years ago
Major! And because my computer got a virus over 2 months of the summer and like, it took forever to fix it....
iluvjah2 2 years ago