WRITIN' MO' STUFF

author=Myself
I ran and ran and ran; I never stopped running. The throbbing in my veins, the pulsating of fear inside my heart—I could feel it all. There was nothing I could do about it though. He was going to find me. Stomp, stomp, stomp, I heard in the distance. He’s closing in on me, what do I do? What can I do? Then there he was, standing in front of me with his muscled figure. His shirt was torn in multiple places, revealing his tanned, hairy chest. I nearly fainted, but his eyes stared so penetratingly into mine, I couldn’t drift off like I wanted to. It would be an easy escape, wouldn’t it? Just to pass out right now, and then I wouldn’t have to face him. I shook off the thoughts and looked into his sharp, blue eyes. They were made even clearer in contrast to his brown, disheveled hair.
“Why did you run?” He asks. I can only stare, open-mouthed at him. He squints, glowering as his cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

“Tell me, Saheli! Why did you run?!” Still I couldn’t respond. It would be so easy to just go unconscious right now. But, I never have such luck. Not ever. He seemed to see the hesitation in my eyes; he went down on one knee, his frustrated eyes shifting into calm ones, and caressed my cheek softly.
“Varick… I…” I kept trying to form a sentence in my head, but every time I went to say it aloud, it vanished. Here he is, right in front of me, and I couldn’t even work up the nerve to say what I want to. I kept talking big to my friends, saying if I had the chance, any day of the week, I would just say it. Why can’t I, then? What’s stopping me? I don’t even really know.
“You ask to meet me in person, and then you attack me and flee? What’s up with that?” Right… I was the one who’d torn his shirt, revealing strips of his gorgeous body. The glistening sweat on his chest made me feel faint again. In my mind, I reached out and stroked his silky smooth skin; but in reality, I was frozen in place.
He seems to be shouting something behind him. Even though I’m right next to him, I can’t hear his words. I’m too far gone. Then he turns back to me and helps me stand. At first I’m a bit wobbly, but I quickly regain my sense of balance.
He’s touching me!

I mutter gleefully under my breath. He looks at me, uncomprehending, and I shake my head. Shrugging, he starts leading me out of the courtyard, back to the plaza. My hands are shaking uncontrollably, I know they are, but Varick doesn’t seem to notice. As we push through the crowd to go back to our seats, I see my friends waving us down. Then what he said recurred in my mind. “You ask to meet me in person…”

What?! I never asked to meet him! I’ve always wanted to, but I never mentioned that to anyone but—
Nadine jumps out of her seat and approaches us as we move out of the crowd. Speak of the devil! I think ruefully. “What happened to ya? You, like, freaked out! Did you have an, like, allergic reaction to somethin’?” She questions invariably. I glare at her and her face turns into the picture of innocence.

“I feel like you’re upset for some, like, reason. Didja trip and fall in some mud or somethin’?” I don’t respond. Varick’s still touching me. There is silence for a few moments, and then he releases me and starts moving away.

“Well, I’d love to hang around, but I kinda ditched my family when I heard you wanted to meet me.” There it is… that bright, lovely smile that drew me in the first time. I cringe at the thought. Why does he have to look so perfect?!
He gazes at me coolly, briefly waves, and heads back towards his table. Once he’s out of earshot, I glare at Nadine.
“You told him, didn’t you? I sure didn’t tell him!” She shrugs noncommittally. “Eh, it’s not a big deal. Like, you weren’t going to tell him, so, as your, like, friend, someone had to do it!” Not a big deal!? She says it so casually, like it was bound to happen eventually. It just makes me even angrier at her.
However, instead of voicing my rage, I find the strength to ignore her and take my seat at our table again. Damion, another friend of mine, gently pushes a bang out of my face.

“Are you alright?” He asks. I want to flat out ignore him too, but that genuine concern on his face…
“I’m fine…” I brush him off. But he doesn’t drop the subject. Then again, he doesn’t take hints too well; there’s hardly a time where he drops things when I don’t want to talk about them. That’s why I like him so much.

“No you are not. Something is the matter. I understand if you have no wish to share your feelings with one such as me, but please do not lie to my face.” There he goes again! I can’t stand the way he makes me feel guilty about what I say. “Sorry, Damion… I just… had another moment. I don’t even know what caused it, but I know it happened.” I show him my shaking hand. He takes it and rubs my arm gently, calming the inner nerves. How does he do that?
“Is that the reason why Varick’s shirt was torn?” I nod.
“I can barely talk to the guy as it is… let alone tell him about my… moments.” He took another bite of a sandwich he was eating.
“Of course, but you also cannot expect to be in anything with him without explaining the situation. I am sure he was just as caught off guard as I was when…” He paused. Neither of us really wanted to remember what happened, but in the same way, we could never forget.