Reserved for Tash
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Thread Topic: Reserved for Tash
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I smiled and rolled over to pat a space on the matresses that was at a fair distance from me. Why make him sit on the floor when there were matresses with a good space? I tired to roll back to my original spot. But my body was too lazy and that stupid part of me wanted to lay close to Tyler. If he noticed, I would just have to tell him that I'm too lazy.
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I smiled, and lasted down next to Rita. Was I too close? Too far away? Probably too close.
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I blushed as I felt his warmth next to me and studied him. The stupid part of me took over and I crawled into his arms, my cheek under his jawline. I looked up at him and planted a kiss under his jawline, feeling a passionate, content feeling as I felt his body against mine. Too lazy and calm to swear at myself or push him away at the moment, I closed my eyes and relaxed in his arms.
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I smiled at the kiss, and held Rita close. I enjoyed the warmth. Her skin was sending me in heaven. So warm and soft.... I kissed her forehead, then closed my eyes
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I smiled. I remembered when I finally warmed up to my last boyfriend.
I smiled as I studied him. No one had ever read a story I wrote without awkwardly putting the paper down and giving me a look of horror. Yet he was reading it as if it was the best thing he ever read. Little did I know, he was just a great actor and was scanning over the page. A while after he was done, we talked about his life and he looked at me like I was the most pretty thing he ever saw. I smiled and crawled over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He chuckled at me and kissed me. "Couldn't resist me any longer, huh?" He teased with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, blushing as I burst into embarrassed laughter.
I sighed at the memory. I was glad that Tyler wasn't acting cocky like that. I liked that he was calm and just held me without need to say anything. -
Man. When was the last time I had been this happy? This calm? This loved? Never. This was my first relationship. My first quiet couple moment. Was I doing it right?
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I smiled and hummed a tune my mother used to sing to me. It was her mother's favourite song, her grandparents favorite song, and every other Addams before that's favorite song. A cheery, unique tune that most people find rather odd but catchy.
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Wow. That song... It was pretty catchy... I looked at Rita, curiosity dancing in my eyes.
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"It's a song that runs in my family. One of our ancestors was bored of all the classical music people played at that time. So they wrote a song to challenge the genre. The song has been a tradition in my family ever since. We like standing apart from society and showing off our own beliefs." I told him, remembering my mother. If you hurt one of her own, she would be strong and protect them. Then, she would trick the person who hurt them into thinking she forgave them, before doing something passive aggressively, creepy, or clever to put a slight scar on their sanity. Unfortunately nothing she did stopped the KKK from coming after her, angry with her religion. For their sanity was already questionable. Sadness revealed itself unknowingly as I thought about it.
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I saw the sadness on Rita's face. I kissed her cheek before telling her "That's pretty cool. Standing and fighting for your beliefs. "
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I smiled. "Yeah. It turned out to lead to the death of many family members though." I sighed, careful not to mention that my mother and father had died. "I'm okay." I added, sensing his concern.
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"Are you sure? " I asked, my face full of concern. I cuddled her close, ignoring the heavenly sensation coursing through my body.
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"Yes. I'm fine." I told him. My unsureness could be heard in my voice. I'm not completely sure anymore why I'm lying to him. I guess I just didn't want to go too soft on him. And I certainly did not want him to see me cry. My eyes had a different plan though as the memory of my mother hiding me in the closet replayed in my mind, causing tears to trickle down my eyes.
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I stroked Rita's hair. "I remember when me, my siblings, and parents had to hide. Our aunt had been visiting us. She was a conspiracy theorist, and I guess she got too close to uncovering something big. We were hiding in the basement, while my dad took care of it. He almost died, just protecting our aunt. It wasn't the kkk, or the government. I still have no idea who it was, but they were all wearing robes. They quickly left for an unknown reason. My dad... He lost an arm and half of his brain. It wasn't vital, but it was still his brain. "
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(Sorry. I was having a quick shower.)
I stiffened a bit at his words. Why was he telling me this? Did he really want to know so badly? No way. I wasn't going to fall for his tricks, at least... That's what most of me thought. "My father died when I was nine from an allergic reaction to bee stings... One of the neighbors put up a bee hive near our house because she was an environmentalist trying to save the environment. My mother, who was also an environmentalist, allowed it. However my father didn't know about it yet. So when he was trimming the tree in our back yard to make room to put up a swing, the branch with the beehive fell. You can tell that the bees weren't happy." I spilled.
I took a deep breath and continued before he could react. "My mom had to raise me on her own. She put my father's grave in our back yard, because that is another tradition in our family. She became a public speaker when I was ten to help her focus on her passion instead of her mourning. She knew that's what my dad would have wanted, rather than her blaming herself for his death. However making her voice heard attracted the attention of the KKK. She refused to move, because she didn't want to leave the house with my father's grave." I continued.
I took in deep breaths, trying to hold in tears as I continued. "She found out the KKK was stalking us, and decided to hold services for our own religion right in our own back yard so that she could let them know she wasn't scared of them. The last thing she did was hide me in the closet, telling me to wait inside for one hour, no more no less. Then come out of the house and take her to my father's grave, which we normally visited at that time of day. She wanted me to feel safe while I hid and she went outside to negotiate with them. They beat her to death against the door. I knew she wouldn't want me to have to leave this house. So I did as she told me and took her to my father's grave. I buried her next to him." I told him. The tears could be heard in my voice. I hated that I was crying. Yet that stupid, and apparently very strong, part of me felt safe to cry in his arms.
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