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Comission from: Stories for Yel
On: Ocs.BlaineXJanine
Rating: T, but light T.
Name: Nine firsts they had, and one they didn't
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Clad in a cute reddish outfit, Janine was arranging the floral decorations when he first entered in the little shop. The saleslady turned to him, welcoming him with an ingenuous smile as a child would a guest in his sandcastle. Smoothly, the boy waved, smiled, and came closer. In his hands, a small sheet of paper on which were written in an awful gibberish what he needed.
She didn’t wait for him to explain that he had gone to at least five shops and hadn’t found something satisfying. She was already clutching his hand in hers, showing him the way.
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His first impression is that she’s nice… A nice, fluffy kind of girl. A free spirit, always laughing, always happy. Someone that flew way above his head while he looked in admiration. Not a woman. He doesn’t think her as a woman. That comes later on.
Her first impression is that he’s nice… A nice, sweet guy that any girl would be lucky to have. A new friend, as well, but nothing else – nothing but a guy she met. Someone that will cross her path and walk away. She never imagines he could actually stop and look back for her.
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One night, he comes when the shop closes, and offers to walk her home. It’s getting darker these days, and one of her friends told him that she has to cross dangerous areas of the town to get back to her house. He doesn’t tell her all that, of course he doesn’t. He simply offers, and then watches as she accepts with an innocuous smile.
The trip is uneventful. They speak. They laugh. She arrives safely.
Then one night turns into every night, and soon he can’t imagine letting her go back alone, even in the brightest day of summer.
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He’d had girls before. Lots of girls. Sure, that was nice, and more than plain nice, but that was it – girls. He had trouble differentiating one from the other, and he just forgot them once it was over (sometimes before it was over). They weren’t… Important. Just fleeting images of a fleeting youth.
She proved different. He couldn’t understand it, the way she mattered. She wasn’t supposed to keep him awake at nights, wasn’t supposed to be on his lips upon waking. Yet she was.
Nobody would believe him, but for him she really was his first and only crush.
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On their first date they don’t do anything. At all. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he sure does, but she… She is a different kind of bird. The others all chatter carelessly, aimlessly, and smile and kiss and whimper like begging pigeons in a park. She doesn’t.
She seems… Plainly clueless. Sure, she blushes when she gets agitated, and she smiles at him and compliments him, but… Not like they do. More as if she valued the person, not the body. He’s never met someone like that.
Really, though they didn’t do anything, he liked that first date.
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One day he shows up drunk at her doorstep, and almost falls on her before she can do anything. She has to support him until they reach her small couch on which he crashes like a plane on fire into a bay of leather.
Of course she doesn’t approve, but she doesn’t judge him either. Like a curious little bird, she stays near him as the night wears on, in case he wants to talk to her, or not.
That night he finds himself liking.
That was the first time he got drunk because of a girl, by the way.
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It’s so damn hard not to kiss her at that point.
Blaine knows she’s not doing it on purpose, but he can’t help it. She’s babbling because about some sale she made today, going on and on and on without seeming to notice the pouring rain. Her clothes cling to her frame like a second skin, and he tries so very hard not to make a move – but finally he gives in, stopping her in the middle of a sentence.
At first she’s surprised. Then she smiles, cheeks pink.
Though it was unexpected, she kind of liked that first kiss.
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Their first fight isn’t a fight. It’s more of a disillusion, a loss, a wound.
The moment he hears what that stupid quiz is about (since when do they propose quizzes about how far you’ve gone in a relationship? That’s pathetic and awful and –), the moment he notices the difference between her results and his, he knows what’s wrong.
She tries to not let him see her tears, but he knows, he knows and he feels the sullen maelstrom of emotions that threatens to swallow her.
He doesn’t manage to make up for it, not for a long time.
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Janine never really had Valentines. Sometimes boys had offered her chocolates, but she never seemed to notice it as more than a simple gift. She gifted back, never minding it. She just did not possess the power to discern such attentions.
But that year she did get a special gift from her special boy. That year she did gift back, with a present that actually meant something. That year they passed the day together, as a couple, doing all kinds of things she never thought much of before.
She had to admit he made for a really nice Valentine indeed.
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The blue-haired young man’s eyes flutter under the sun’s assault, and he finds himself staring at a red, glossy apple-like head resting on his chest. Though the burden is light, he’ll make sure to joke about it when she’ll awake, but for now he only chuckles quietly.
Janine is still sleeping, he discovers, and so he’s free to marvel at that small stick of a woman curled up in a fiery ball. She’s even cuter when asleep, he thinks.
If she hadn’t fallen asleep before he could do ‘anything’, that night would have been a first for them as well.
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I'm sorry it took a bit long, but school is quite demanding these days. Plus it was hard because I had to guess/make up a lot for these two....
I liked doing it, though. I like the scheme: X time they did something, and one time they didn't, it's dynamic and cute and... Ah well. Whaddya think?
I am always up to do some RPG, especially on Shaman King. And I'll pay hard gold for HaoXJeanne fanfiction or fanart.
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 Rain on your Back · Mon Nov 19, 2012 @ 05:05pm · 0 Comments |
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