Wretched And Divine
Chapter Seven
Lena didn't want to admit it, but Annabelle scared her. She didn't want to let Annabelle scare her, but she was just so forceful. Friday morning came fast and Lena wasn't sure what was up for that night. She hadn't talked to Andy since the night she dropped him off at his house. She wanted to assume they were still on. She didn't want to stand him up but she didn't want to randomly show up at his house and be that weird girl either.
When Lena was at her locker before the last class of the day, she saw Annabelle walk by without Andy which was quite a rare sight to see. She didn't appear to be upset which meant Andy didn't break up with her. Lena figured he must not be at school.
Lena watched Annabelle walk by and as soon as she was out of sight, Lena slammed her locker shut to find a surprise behind the door.
"Hey, there." Andy grinned.
"Jesus Christ, Andy." Lena held a hand up against her racing heart. "You scared the shit out of me."
Andy laughed. "Sorry, I was trying to be adorable like those hunky guys in the movies."
Lena rolled her eyes and started walking away from him. He quickly caught up. "Where are you going?"
"To class." Lena put bluntly. She clutched her books against her chest. Andy was actually walking with her in the hallway.
"Let me walk you there." He offered, still walking beside her.
Lena glanced at him. She saw something different in Andy. Just last week, he seemed to refuse to even admit that she was even there. Now he wanted to walk her to class. Could Andy actually be falling for her? Lena shook the thought from her mind. It couldn't be possible. As big of a bitch that Annabelle was, she was much prettier than Lena and Lena couldn't deny that.
"This is my class." Lena stopped in front of room 1703.
"I'll see you tonight, right?" Did Andy actually sound hopeful? Did Andy actually sound eager? Lena was surprised that he was seemed to be looking forward to that night.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up at seven like I had said." She smiled at him and then went into her classroom. It seemed Andy didn't know about her little encounter with Annabelle but none of that mattered to Lena anymore. Andy gave her confidence, something she never really had before. Lena felt as though no one could stop her from going out with Andy that night. This was her night to have fun. She wasn't about to spend it at home alone like she normally did. ***
Lena couldn't help but smile when she saw Andy skip down the front steps of his house and hurry over to her car. She was getting everything she ever wanted. And all she had ever wanted was him.
The ride there was silent for the most part except for the music that filled the empty air. The best part was that it wasn't even an awkward silence. Lena could be with Andy and feel completely comfortable with him in silence. To Lena, that meant a lot because she knew how hard it was to find someone you felt completely comfortable with, even in silence.
They pulled up to the small building and parked the car in the small parking lot.
"There's a lot of people here for such a small place." Andy observed by the amount of cars in the parking lot.
Lena, without thinking, took Andy's hand in her own and pulled him inside. Inside, it was like one big room. The lights were dim, making the room poorly lit. But that was what Lena liked about it. It set a specific mood. There were strange looking curtains hung all over the room in odd, careless ways. There was a long couch a little ways in front of them and in front of that was a coffee table dividing the space between the couch an a small raised part of the floor that was being used as a stage. There were people everywhere. Some sitting around the stage, others in various parts of the huge room. The air was saturated with the overpowering smell of, what else, but marijuana. Lena never smoked, and she could do without the smell, but she loved the place so much, she was willing to deal with it.
She led Andy over to the couch and sat down with him. A girl with blonde dreadlocks was just finishing her poem. People all over were snapping, and really getting into the whole scene.
"Thanks, Crystal." A tall, lanky guy with a gray beanie covering his short, chocolate brown hair, stepped up to the microphone. "Anyone else out there got something to perform for us?"
Lena had the worn out piece of paper in her back pocket, ready to go. She had been practicing this for months. "I have something." She raised her hand slightly as if she were in school, just so she could get the guy's attention.
He waved her up and she looked back at Andy as she stood up. He smiled at her, giving her more confidence. She stepped up on the stage and placed herself behind the mic. The lights were blinding on the stage. They were the only lights in the whole room that weren't dimly lit.
"Um, hi. My name is Lena. My poem is called The Semi Colon." She said into the microphone and stepped back a little, composing herself before starting:
I view the world
through a creative
mind's eye.
To me,
love is not just an emotion
or a feeling.
Love is passion.
Infinite sighs,
short breaths,
rapid heart beats,
and fingertips against bare skin.
Skin against skin,
deep breaths,
passionate sighs,
sensual lips.
She thought of Andy's lips and how nicely they would feel against her own. She looked out at him and saw those same lips turn up in a smile at her words, as if he knew she was thinking about him.
The smell of your cigarette
lingering in the air
above our heads.
With shaky hands,
you present me with this paper.
The contents of your heart
spilled out onto the thin
blue
lines.
Hot tears fall and stain the paper
as this final goodbye
escapes your perfectly sculpted
pink lips.
Those lips again.
The final line,
written in your perfect script
ended with a semi colon.
I smile at the simple punctuation,
through my blurring tears.
You leave me with a deeper meaning.
You know I'll understand.
A semi colon indicates a pause.
So, darling, our story
isn't over yet,
is it.
Everyone listening, snapped for her as she exited the stage and sat back down next to Andy. He stared at her in aw. "I had no idea you wrote poetry."
She shrugged. "You do now."
When Lena was at her locker before the last class of the day, she saw Annabelle walk by without Andy which was quite a rare sight to see. She didn't appear to be upset which meant Andy didn't break up with her. Lena figured he must not be at school.
Lena watched Annabelle walk by and as soon as she was out of sight, Lena slammed her locker shut to find a surprise behind the door.
"Hey, there." Andy grinned.
"Jesus Christ, Andy." Lena held a hand up against her racing heart. "You scared the shit out of me."
Andy laughed. "Sorry, I was trying to be adorable like those hunky guys in the movies."
Lena rolled her eyes and started walking away from him. He quickly caught up. "Where are you going?"
"To class." Lena put bluntly. She clutched her books against her chest. Andy was actually walking with her in the hallway.
"Let me walk you there." He offered, still walking beside her.
Lena glanced at him. She saw something different in Andy. Just last week, he seemed to refuse to even admit that she was even there. Now he wanted to walk her to class. Could Andy actually be falling for her? Lena shook the thought from her mind. It couldn't be possible. As big of a bitch that Annabelle was, she was much prettier than Lena and Lena couldn't deny that.
"This is my class." Lena stopped in front of room 1703.
"I'll see you tonight, right?" Did Andy actually sound hopeful? Did Andy actually sound eager? Lena was surprised that he was seemed to be looking forward to that night.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up at seven like I had said." She smiled at him and then went into her classroom. It seemed Andy didn't know about her little encounter with Annabelle but none of that mattered to Lena anymore. Andy gave her confidence, something she never really had before. Lena felt as though no one could stop her from going out with Andy that night. This was her night to have fun. She wasn't about to spend it at home alone like she normally did. ***
Lena couldn't help but smile when she saw Andy skip down the front steps of his house and hurry over to her car. She was getting everything she ever wanted. And all she had ever wanted was him.
The ride there was silent for the most part except for the music that filled the empty air. The best part was that it wasn't even an awkward silence. Lena could be with Andy and feel completely comfortable with him in silence. To Lena, that meant a lot because she knew how hard it was to find someone you felt completely comfortable with, even in silence.
They pulled up to the small building and parked the car in the small parking lot.
"There's a lot of people here for such a small place." Andy observed by the amount of cars in the parking lot.
Lena, without thinking, took Andy's hand in her own and pulled him inside. Inside, it was like one big room. The lights were dim, making the room poorly lit. But that was what Lena liked about it. It set a specific mood. There were strange looking curtains hung all over the room in odd, careless ways. There was a long couch a little ways in front of them and in front of that was a coffee table dividing the space between the couch an a small raised part of the floor that was being used as a stage. There were people everywhere. Some sitting around the stage, others in various parts of the huge room. The air was saturated with the overpowering smell of, what else, but marijuana. Lena never smoked, and she could do without the smell, but she loved the place so much, she was willing to deal with it.
She led Andy over to the couch and sat down with him. A girl with blonde dreadlocks was just finishing her poem. People all over were snapping, and really getting into the whole scene.
"Thanks, Crystal." A tall, lanky guy with a gray beanie covering his short, chocolate brown hair, stepped up to the microphone. "Anyone else out there got something to perform for us?"
Lena had the worn out piece of paper in her back pocket, ready to go. She had been practicing this for months. "I have something." She raised her hand slightly as if she were in school, just so she could get the guy's attention.
He waved her up and she looked back at Andy as she stood up. He smiled at her, giving her more confidence. She stepped up on the stage and placed herself behind the mic. The lights were blinding on the stage. They were the only lights in the whole room that weren't dimly lit.
"Um, hi. My name is Lena. My poem is called The Semi Colon." She said into the microphone and stepped back a little, composing herself before starting:
I view the world
through a creative
mind's eye.
To me,
love is not just an emotion
or a feeling.
Love is passion.
Infinite sighs,
short breaths,
rapid heart beats,
and fingertips against bare skin.
Skin against skin,
deep breaths,
passionate sighs,
sensual lips.
She thought of Andy's lips and how nicely they would feel against her own. She looked out at him and saw those same lips turn up in a smile at her words, as if he knew she was thinking about him.
The smell of your cigarette
lingering in the air
above our heads.
With shaky hands,
you present me with this paper.
The contents of your heart
spilled out onto the thin
blue
lines.
Hot tears fall and stain the paper
as this final goodbye
escapes your perfectly sculpted
pink lips.
Those lips again.
The final line,
written in your perfect script
ended with a semi colon.
I smile at the simple punctuation,
through my blurring tears.
You leave me with a deeper meaning.
You know I'll understand.
A semi colon indicates a pause.
So, darling, our story
isn't over yet,
is it.
Everyone listening, snapped for her as she exited the stage and sat back down next to Andy. He stared at her in aw. "I had no idea you wrote poetry."
She shrugged. "You do now."
Notes
Yes, I did write the poem that Lena read.A big shout out to:
-BVB_Lover
-JINXXismyHero_Love_Him_Forever
-JessiBiersack
-My-Five-Saviours
-xEmmaBVBx
-DreamsOfSummer
This story was amazing! I'm gonna go read the sequel now!
2/10/15