This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy

I gazed into her eyes. She was beautiful. Her, now faded, blue hair twirled around her shoulders. Her collarbones were defined and perfect with her neck and chest, making her even sexier than before. Her eyes, the color of milk chocolate, sort of hazel, with perfect long lashes were equally beautiful and fit perfectly with her little nose that scrunched up whenever she wanted to say without words that something smelled bad, and that little nose was the cutest thing, in my eyes.

Oh, but her mouth was her best feature. The way it curled up around the corners whenever she tried to keep serious when she really wanted to burst out laughing. The way her lips puffed up every time she kept them parted to concentrate. The way she’d bite on her lower lip whenever she hesitates about something. The two holes under her lip signaling she used to have piercings like me. They were hypnotizing. Yes, hypnotizing was the perfect word to describe her mouth; I could stay hours just looking at them and observing every single way they could move. With every word she said, I wanted to know how her lips moved to pronounce them. At the moment, her red lips were parted, making them puffier than before, in confusion of what I just said.

I didn’t plan on saying those words by the way. She was just pressing me to talk, demanding answers and oblivious to the real reason I didn’t want her around Alex. And I guess they just popped out my mouth before I could bite my tongue and stop myself. Though, I do not regret saying them. It was about time she knew how I really felt about her.

I stayed up all night, all night, thinking about her; the way she walked and the way her skin felt against mine when I had to pick her up and bring her back home. I didn’t know what to do about her. I didn’t know how to act around her. She was so unpredictable; in all honesty, I don’t think I’ll ever know.

She was different from all the other girls that came here, I wouldn't dare try getting near those girls; Vic was the only one that refused to call me ‘Father’. She viewed me like a human being, not like the perfect priest sent by God. All those other girls were, well, girls. Victoria was much more mature than that, even though she acted like a teenager most of the time, she was smart. She was so different.

Ugh, God. I don't even believe in any bullshit they say in the Holy Bible. I don't even know how I got this job, but it pays well and I needed someway to make money apart from the few pounds we earn with gigs. I felt like Victoria understood me, I know she isn't catholic; not with the amount of blasphemy she says anyway.

She intrigued me; the way she called me out without even flinching, without even thinking of the possible consequences. She knew the secret I kept from the school, and she never said anything about it to anyone. Not that I know of, and I appreciated that.

She confused me; she could be totally defiant one moment and completely shy another. I didn’t understand her, the way she stood up against Macy to defend someone she barely knew, and the way she’d sneak out just to have fun, once again not caring about any consequences. Just being wild and free, and not caring if anything bad happened afterwards, because at least she had fun. I thought it was beautiful.

Everything about her was beautiful in my eyes.

I wanted her. I wanted her by my side. I wanted her facing me when I woke up. I wanted her holding my hand and walking down the dark alleys. I almost chuckled at the thought of us walking hand in hand at night. I would like to think that she thought I was going to protect her when she got scared, but in reality, I knew she would never get scared. But I’d protect her anyway. I'd always protect her, I would never let anyone hurt her.

She thinks she’s invincible; and that makes me happy and fuzzy inside. She thinks she can do anything and everything without help, but she knows she needs someone by her side. Not to mention she was so full of life.

I thought about all that while I looked at her. I looked at every inch of her face, of her beautiful porcelain skin and features. Right then, she seemed so… vulnerable. Like my words made her forget about the need to be tough. I felt like she just showed me the real Victoria. Her other confused and childish side I’ve never seen before.

I looked at her parted lips then back at her hazel orbs. She opened her lips a few inches more like she wanted to say something but just didn’t know how. “Uh, um, A-Alex called because… he broke up with his, uh… boyfriend.” She started biting down on her lower lip again. I threw my cigarette on the floor and stepped on it with my foot to put it out, then realizing what she just said.

My eyebrows shot up slightly. I’ve known Alex for over 3 years; we used to hang out a lot in his bar. We had met there, and our friendship began when he started taking me in the bar as his friend so I never needed to bring any ID. We were so close that, since his father owned the place, he put my band to play a gig there. We’d always call him up when we got bored to go play there, or if we’d written a new song. He never told me he was gay. I actually felt slightly hurt about the fact that he'd hidden this detail from me.

Wait… That means that, since Alex was in fact gay, he and Victoria were nothing. They didn’t exist. They were just friends. She didn’t feel anything for him, knowing he was gay; and he most definitely felt nothing for her. I started feeling excited and a whole flood of happiness swooshed over me, filling my heart and insides with a warm feeling, making my heart beat faster.

“So… you don’t feel anything for him; not a single sentiment?” I asked, a smile slowly tugging on my lips, the smile quickly turned to a smirk. She shook her head slowly in reply, but didn’t say anything. “Then I hope that what I’m about to do isn’t going to earn me a slap across the face.”She tilted her head and had a look of confusion across her face for a few seconds and parted her lips again to reply, but I never gave her the chance.

I pressed my lips against hers, my hand traveling to hold her head and play with her hair. She tasted like a fusion of mint and cinnamon. She tasted lovely. I felt her hands sneaking up around my waist, in a way I was glad they were around me because that would keep me from falling. I felt her mouth opening slightly which allowed me to start using my tongue. Our mouths moved in sync and I loved every second of it. Her hands traveled up once more to go around my neck while my hands went around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I pressed her harder against my chest, not wanted to let her go, ever. If I could, I'd stay in this moment with her forever, if only I could press pause...

I let go of her, her eyes stayed closed for a few seconds before opening them slowly, like she also didn’t want to believe the kiss ended. Well, if both of us didn’t want to end the kiss, why were her lips not against mine yet?

I was about to pull her in another kiss when I heard a voice I knew almost too well. It was the same voice that always called behind my office door saying things about needing help with God when in reality, my bed and naked body was the only thing she really wanted. That same voice always came to confess wet dreams about me, trying desperately to turn me on, when in reality only disgusted me. That same voice demanded my attention at the end of every mass in the attempt of flirting. I never liked that voice; too high-pitched and girly. However, I still heard it.

“Oops, you guys are in deep shit now.” said Macy McHenry, holding a cellphone in her right hand with a ghoulish smirk on her face.

Notes

Sooo, short chapter bc Andy's POV :3 his pov's will always be kinda short.... I love your comments btw, they make me all happy and fuzzy, you guys are like little pumpkins to me <3