Live, love.

solar bear says:
Yeah
I love James omgggggggg
and Josh is so damn awesome
If only Josh weren't gay!!
HAHA

I wish that we were magic, so we wouldn't be so young and tragic. says:
HAHAHA YEAH

solar bear says:
Yeah but the kissing in the rain was ULTIMATE

I wish that we were magic, so we wouldn't be so young and tragic. says:
YES OMG MY FAVOURITE KISS SCENE
'You asked about reality?'

solar bear says:
I died HAHAHAH
NO SHIT OMG when he went "reality is..." etc etc I was like :-O
and then I died
HAHA

I wish that we were magic, so we wouldn't be so young and tragic. says:
YES
I REALLY WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM TO EXIST HAHA
No
I need someone like him to exist

solar bear says:
Ikr

I love MSN conversations during rainy afternoons. ♥

AND THIS IS THE OBJECT OF OUR AFFECTION.

Swish is the best story on FictionPress.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I waited for my heart to calm down. When I opened my eyes once again to the rain-curtained world around us, I found that he was closer. Less than a hands width between us, I was forced to look up at him. He was watching me intently, his eyes bright through the downpour.

"You can't leave." I said again, my voice catching.

"You asked about reality, Taylor?" His voice, through the rain, was just as hoarse and rough.

"Yes." I said, soaked and shivering.

Water streaming down his face, he brought a hand up, sliding warmly over my cold, wet neck to cup my cheek. His head tilted, and once again my heart began to pound, audible even through the endless roar of rain. He leant down, his dark head hovering slightly above and close to mine, mouth brushing against my cheek briefly as his mouth stopped near my ear. I heard him hesitate, and then, very softly, warm breath tickling my cold neck, shivers tingling down through my skin, he started talking.

"Reality is when you dribble a basketball, and I can't breath. Reality is when you argue with me, and I want to kiss you. Reality is when you walk down the hallway at school, and I can't keep my eyes off of you. Reality is when you say we're just friends… and it kills me."

Between us, the rain was still falling. Above us, thunder was still growling.

I was breathing hard, my pulse racing and my eyes closed.

His hand slid down my neck again; thumb brushing my jaw line as his head rose up slightly. Looking down at me, eyes brighter than I could stand, a flash of lightning lit up the sky for a moment, throwing shadows over his face.

My eyelashes flickered, the rain pelting down harder now, the wind blowing so much stronger.

James tilted his head down again, dark eyes perilously gleaming. My mind was spinning, not able to connect with my body. My thoughts were screaming at me, telling me to stop, telling me to run away. His hand on my neck sent shivers through me, warm and strong against the cold. His eyes captured my own, not letting me look away. His dark head, so close to my own, had me breathing faster and faster. The rain was still thick around us, falling heavily and drowning out my thoughts until I couldn't even think.

I stared at him through the rain, chest rising and falling, hands trembling.

"Reality is…" James said hoarsely, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth, "Reality is that I can't stop thinking about you."

My breath caught, my mind stilled, and I forgot about how cold I was.

_______

You know, when I was young I used to think that God made it rain whenever I was truly unhappy and crying inside, so that he could tell me that I wasn't the only one who was hurting.

Now, I don't believe in God anymore, but I still know that the rain falls for me.