You eccentric, billionaire playboy man, you.

underneath the moon,
underneath the stars
heres a little heart for you
up above the world,
up above it all
heres a hand to hold on to

A warm lazy haze falls over me and sleepily I snuggle closer to the where the heat is being emitted from; the soft dark purple fabric. Oh lovely love, how can anyone in their right mind resist cuddling up to such warmth? How can anyone not be lulled to a lazy nap, much like a fat cat on a summer day?

I’ve said it before. I don’t want to make memories with anyone else but you, darling. I don’t want to love anyone else’s smile, and I don’t want to laugh with anyone else like I do with you. I can tell you anything without feeling embarrassed, I can finally be me. I don’t have any use for lies, even small white ones.

With the world of pretend playing at my fingertips, I much rather play in reality with you. Oh, darling. You know what you do to me. I wish I could pour my love into a little jar, and show you. I want to hold your hand forever, I want my fingers laced with yours always, I want to be able to smile at you for the rest of my life.

We’ve come so far in our relationship, but that’s only month-wise. I feel like I’ve always known you, I feel as though you’ll always be my best friend, whether it’s romantic or not, as long as you’re in my life nothing can be better.

RIKERS, RIKERS, RIKERS~!

You made me swear that our hearts will never die
No never, no never
‘Cause no one seems to believe that we can fly
Forget them, forget them
Oh..you told me

Long since the days I laid besides you in the fields of gold, as the lazy sun bathed us in nineteen forty’s warmth, German planes flying through the cerulean skies, big white puffy clouds creating illusions. Long since the days I felt the blades of grass brush against my chilled, wind-bitten, cheeks, long since the days we laughed–rather I laughed and you gave a ghost of a smile–long since those days  that felt so real. Now just faded memories that haunt sanity, and play with it like ice and fire. If it felt so real, was it? Or is the mind so broken that it fabricates such memories?

If you saw me now, what would you say? That I’ve succumb to peer-pressure? To my own rebellious needs? Do you think I’m a fool? That I take everything for granted? Things that you, yourself, could never have.

Echoing laughter, I follow the two into the jeep, Wally climbing into the backseat with me as we speed from campus. An entire week I skipped, to do god only knows what. Burger King, the Mall, going to Jersey. English gives me bad anxiety. That’s no excuse.

We discovered the new imported Monster, with it’s brilliant tabs. To be honest it tastes better, or maybe it only feels that way because it’s imported.

And then there’s the side-quests, bringing Nicole, her gorgeous girlfriend Lu and her two stereotypical black friends, with their stereotypical names, and every other word being; “Daaayyymmm” in a high pitched tone of voice, attitude lacing their words, to night clubs. The adventure starts at 9, and it should only take an hour there and an hour back, but I end up getting home past midnight. With Nicole screaming into her blackberry, ‘Mother-fucker’ this and ‘Mother-fucker’ that, scaring off gas-station white guy with a black girl attitude ‘DAAAYYYMMM’, I finally get strawberry milk. Yum.

“Hey Sarah,” Lu calls from the backseat.

“Yeah?” I answer, tilting my head to see her better. She throws me a pointed, but curious, look, her gaze flickering toward the clock. 11:25 glowers back in glowing red letters.

“What time do you have to be home?”

“Nine…”

“Nine… Tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

So Will and I have started playing Kingdom Hearts, the first one. He’d bought all the Final Fantasy games on Ebay, but he doesn’t wanna start playing them till he finishes Crisis Core on the PSP. He’ll probably be getting Rich’s old PS1 game system, and he already got the PS1 memory cards from Dan.

 

Blue.

Her name is Blue.
And, oh, she’s so lovely. Big brown eyes, maybe with an ochre tint, but mostly brown, like creamy chocolate.

Her name is Blue, because what other name is there to remember? Especially with fury blue glaring down into your mind, what else can you remember?
Blue. Like a cat.

She’s 5′3, because of her father, but with a round child-like face, because of her mother. There’s a way about her. The way she walks. The way she talks. The way she moves about, carrying a careless authority about her.

Defiant, but a bit idiotic, it’s true, she’s a doll. She’s tough as nails. She’ll handle what the world can offer, and withstand most emotional turmoil with grinning ease.

Blue is perfect.