Gratuitous Romance: Dedicated to Steph

Taeris glanced around the corridor, her skin tingling under the tension in the cramped space. Tears streamed down her face like burning acid. Anger punctured her chest like a sharp arrow and the wound festered with the memories of grudges and forgotten comebacks. He was there, she knew. He couldn't resist. Her small frame was no challenge to him to overcome. Her muscles twitched in anticipation as her hand slid down her trousers, reaching for the cold medal that would even the odds.
No people. No light to see by. Just an empty ally. Everything would be done in secret and then be forgotten. Life would live again.
"So?" A voice called out. Yuki swaggered out of the mist, his slim build and blue eyes reeked of unexpressed pride. With one eyebrow raised, he continued to approach. Seeing Taeris's determined expression and stance, he stopped and raised his hands. "You'll never see."
"Shut up." She spat the words.
"I'm just stating the facts, Tay."
"What do you know about facts you asshole. You lie. You always lie. Even standing there you're lying. " Taeris pointed the gun at his chest. "I know you're afraid. You're standing there with that smirk of yours, but you're dead scared. Cause even you are scared of dying."
"I don't know about that." Yuki's forehead crinkled in thought as he ran his fingers through his hair. Taeris was staring at him with the furry of satan in her eyes and he could feel the power of her glare straight to his heart. "I am scared of a lot of things, though."
Taeris's lips straightened into a tight, thin line of determination. "You did it. I know you did."
"I did you a favor." Yuki stepped closer and closer to Taeris, taunting her to act, praying she didn't.
"He was my husband. I loved him."
"Maybe. He didn't love you." He now stood directly in front of her.
"Shut up!" Taeris screamed, thrusting the gun against the skin of his forehead.
"You sound like a man, Tay." Yuki laughed softly, "Just listen..."
"No, you killed him! I saw you. That musky morning on the banks. I saw you. I saw you." Her voice shook with emotion that could have vibrated the concrete wall behind them.
"Yes, you saw me!" Yuki's words suddenly burst out from frustration and anger. "You saw me shoot the man that raped your own sister, the man who beat you and gave you that crooked nose and scares! The man who I had to watch everyday tear to pieces everything that was perfect. Because no one believed me. So shoot me, Tay. Shoot me! Shoot me for giving you your life back and caring!" His hands grasped the weapon, as he stared into her eyes. Her hands quivered as she stared back, her mouth gaping.
"Shoot me," he whispered.
Taeris couldn't move, her muscles felt like stone and puddy at the same time. Confusion swelled her brain and made her vision foggy.
Yuki's eye's softened. He shoved the gun aside and it fell with a click on the ground. Slowly he moved closer; instinctively she moved farther away. The wall of the ally stopped her. She was forced to looked up. Tenderness and concern replaced the pride and condescension she had once read in his hard features. Yuki read her surprise and his lips turned into a familiar smirk.
"You know me. You're right. So," He stroked the white scar on her cheek with his finger; she flinched, but didn't move away, "Will you believe me if I said I love you?" Moments seemed to pass as both tried to collect their nervous thoughts.
Taeris shook her head violently, "Liar... You couldn't...You didn't... I mean, honestly there isn't..." Yuki grabbed her chin and pressed his mouth onto hers. Her eyes went wide, and then relaxed and closed.

Ok, so you're going to have to help me out.

I don't know what you guys like to read in a blog, or even how to write one. SO, you all have to help me a bit to understand this whole internet litterary world; cause right now, I'm sorta rambling to the world on random topics which randomly pop into my head. Randomly. And a blog is supposed to have a theme. I need a theme. You can even ignore the title of the blog. I need suggestions, and don't expect me to go with your suggestion completely. (Otherwise it would be you're blog and not mine in a sense. Hmmm) So I might put a wacky twist or something strange. Anyway, point is, I want to be able to be slightly entertaining to everyone. Also, so Dan won't feel like a creepster :-P

YEY FOR GIRLY POSTS!

Am I an uber dork for giggling like a little girl when I read a book? Simply because I got to the part where the girl gets the guy or when something really really adorable happens and I just want to hug the book and wish it could happen to me? It happens with all the books I read. I start giggling and smiling like an idiot. I start falling in love with the most impractical guys, too. The ones I read about. Jane Austen has the effect on me, too. I know we all have swooned over Mr. Darcy or Mr. Bingly at one point. I actually swooned more over Mr. Tilney. He's from Northanger Abbey. Her books and even the movies based on the books make me giddy. And yes, this pretty much qualifies me as either A) a creepster who reads to much OR B) stereotypical girl. Not exactly sure I like either of those options. I do read too much though. My eyes really start to hurt cause I tend to read a book in a day without putting it down unless I'm hungry. All girls are allowed to fall in love with a fake person right? That has to be one of the points they made in the Woman's Rights Movement. Videogame characters, movies...anime characters...., you know those characters when you know their about to do or say something amazing your prepared. I start smiling all over again when that happens to me. I have to admit though. Its really embarissing when I'm watching a movie. My brother might see and never lay off about it. I try to keep a straight face during chick flicks.

And so it beigns...

I'm not all that great at posting blogs, or in fact, anything noteworthy on the Internet. I usually get brain blocked and start staring at the computer screen for long minutes just typing and retyping just to erase it all for the 14th time. That doesn't make me special; I bet everyone has those moments. Especially when you have to sit down and write a five page paper, remember those? You're torn between not wanting to write it at all and knowing you have to anyway. So, it ends up that it's the night before and you still haven't written anything, let alone the grade A literary piece your teacher is expecting. It doesn't help if your a perfectionist either. It's a curse. You're stuck even longer at the screen simply because the words don't sound right together and so you force yourself to correct a problem that doesn't really need to be fixed in order to pass the English coarse. But, some can argue that its a blessing too. I mean, you'll probably gain a better grade because the paper reads smoother and everyone will be slightly more impressed with your word ethic. But when it's already 12 at night and your eyes are starting to bulge out from lack of sleep, you're not exactly happy. Perfectionism isn't all that bad though. I know I'm sounding cynical in this piece. But Its true. Perfectionism really wouldn't be that bad if you had given yourself time to write the paper in the first place. Then that feeling of pure agony as you sit there pulling your hair out strand by strand would disappear. Possibly. There's always that temptation, lurking in the depth of the internet... Check facebook...I bet you have a notification...You did two seconds ago...maybe you have another one... Or...Oh, that youtube video looked really cool... ACK! He can sing Jasmine AND Aladin! Yep, those distractions. They are tempting. I visit them a lot. Especially when I have to write my papers. I admit to being a compulsive facebooker and youtube video watcher. And hey, that video of nick Pitera singing, IS amazing. I'm just glad summer is here for most of us. We get to face a new problem: Boredom. I never thought I would love having nothing to do. And know what's sad? I think I check facebook less now that I have nothing to procrastinate...