So it isn't the best titre in the world. Oh well...
Adrian sat on the rooftops, brooding over the girl he’d met a couple days ago... ou was it weeks? On the outside she was peppy, bubbly, and beautiful, but inside he had the feeling she was hiding something. Beneath that curtain of black hair and that domino mask was her secrets and real feelings. Anger and darkness was something she wanted to cover, and years of experience had donné Adrian a small hint as to what she was doing.
“Adrian...?”
a dit boy turned, the single blue strand dancing into his eyes once more. There she was, the girl they all knew as “Fin.” Her black hair settled perfect on her shoulders and there was a shining tint of another color in it that Adrian couldn’t quite recognize. A small breeze gusted past, making the cords on her sweater fly up. She walked over and sat down suivant to him, and suddenly Fin’s hair wasn’t the only thing fluttering. Adrian quickly looked away as he felt his cheeks warm. Damn her for making him feel this way. It wasn’t possible, he couldn’t be... could he? He turned back to her and saw that her glasses were partially cracked and were sliding off the bridge of her nose. He knew that if that identity slipped, everyone was in trouble. So he quickly pushed them back up, leaning a bit closer. She gasped and shyed away, and he suddenly realized his mistake. He moved further to the left, as she went to the right, and glanced away. “What do toi want?”
“We need to talk.”
“No kidding.”
“Adrian, I’m serious, I want to know if something’s up.”
”Fin, for two secondes would toi just--”
“One one-thousand...” There was that ever-present humor. Something from her brother, in the genetic pool, because her younger sister had it as well.
“Please. Something’s bothering you.”
Her face didn’t move, nothing on her changed. How well trained. But now she looked out over the city and sighed. “Yeah, something’s bothering me.”
Adrian smiled slightly. “Knew it.”
Fin grinned. “Shut it, Mr. Invincible. I know your weakness.”
Adrian’s face contorted in confusion. “You do?”
“Your heel!”
Adrian started laughing and Fin watched him, smirking slyly. So he did have a small sense of humor. But both their smiles faded, and Fin was silent again. Adrian looked at her with a feeling of... what was this feeling?
“Look, I know toi want to know, but I’m not really willing to tell you...”
“That’s alright.”
Fin turned at the boy, whose tone had become quiet. “Now something’s bothering you, huh?” she asked.
He turned to her, both eyes having a spark. “Fin... can I... do something?” he questioned softly. She nodded cautiously and he stood up and walked toward her, getting closer, until he was in her face.
Then he leaned up to her and pressed his lips to hers, completely par surprise. She stayed in shock for a couple seconds, but leaned into the kiss.
After what seemed an eternity, Fin’s eyes snapped open and she pushed away. Adrian looked down at her, confused, and received a coup de poing in his face. “What...”
“Sorry! I’m really sorry!” She was running away. “I-I just can’t, Adrian... This doesn’t feel right.”
He watched her go with a heavy heart, then turned away and watched the sunset fade into another night.
Adrian sat on the rooftops, brooding over the girl he’d met a couple days ago... ou was it weeks? On the outside she was peppy, bubbly, and beautiful, but inside he had the feeling she was hiding something. Beneath that curtain of black hair and that domino mask was her secrets and real feelings. Anger and darkness was something she wanted to cover, and years of experience had donné Adrian a small hint as to what she was doing.
“Adrian...?”
a dit boy turned, the single blue strand dancing into his eyes once more. There she was, the girl they all knew as “Fin.” Her black hair settled perfect on her shoulders and there was a shining tint of another color in it that Adrian couldn’t quite recognize. A small breeze gusted past, making the cords on her sweater fly up. She walked over and sat down suivant to him, and suddenly Fin’s hair wasn’t the only thing fluttering. Adrian quickly looked away as he felt his cheeks warm. Damn her for making him feel this way. It wasn’t possible, he couldn’t be... could he? He turned back to her and saw that her glasses were partially cracked and were sliding off the bridge of her nose. He knew that if that identity slipped, everyone was in trouble. So he quickly pushed them back up, leaning a bit closer. She gasped and shyed away, and he suddenly realized his mistake. He moved further to the left, as she went to the right, and glanced away. “What do toi want?”
“We need to talk.”
“No kidding.”
“Adrian, I’m serious, I want to know if something’s up.”
”Fin, for two secondes would toi just--”
“One one-thousand...” There was that ever-present humor. Something from her brother, in the genetic pool, because her younger sister had it as well.
“Please. Something’s bothering you.”
Her face didn’t move, nothing on her changed. How well trained. But now she looked out over the city and sighed. “Yeah, something’s bothering me.”
Adrian smiled slightly. “Knew it.”
Fin grinned. “Shut it, Mr. Invincible. I know your weakness.”
Adrian’s face contorted in confusion. “You do?”
“Your heel!”
Adrian started laughing and Fin watched him, smirking slyly. So he did have a small sense of humor. But both their smiles faded, and Fin was silent again. Adrian looked at her with a feeling of... what was this feeling?
“Look, I know toi want to know, but I’m not really willing to tell you...”
“That’s alright.”
Fin turned at the boy, whose tone had become quiet. “Now something’s bothering you, huh?” she asked.
He turned to her, both eyes having a spark. “Fin... can I... do something?” he questioned softly. She nodded cautiously and he stood up and walked toward her, getting closer, until he was in her face.
Then he leaned up to her and pressed his lips to hers, completely par surprise. She stayed in shock for a couple seconds, but leaned into the kiss.
After what seemed an eternity, Fin’s eyes snapped open and she pushed away. Adrian looked down at her, confused, and received a coup de poing in his face. “What...”
“Sorry! I’m really sorry!” She was running away. “I-I just can’t, Adrian... This doesn’t feel right.”
He watched her go with a heavy heart, then turned away and watched the sunset fade into another night.
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