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Post by Sebastian Kings on Aug 23, 2008 1:42:43 GMT -5
Like an ocean liner shouldn't float on the sea
A pearl in an oyster or a circus of fleas
Someone so perfect can't be falling for me.
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense. The jingling of the door welcomed the couple into the soda shoppe. Sebastian lead Chey by their loosely intertwined fingers. He'd always been the kind of guy to take the lead, lately he'd been letting Chey take over as much as possible, but old habits die hard. Speaking of old habits Seb had recently quit smoking, funny, he'd always thought the girls dug that. Well, Chey proved him otherwise. Ah it wasn't so hard with her around, she was the new object of his attention, his only addiction. But man, when he'd heard his sister wanted to move in with them. He could feel his jaw tightening as he struggled the need for nicotine welling in his system. Sebastian's hand tightened around Chey's. It was not that he didn't love his sister, but he knew her and Chey never did get along well. They didn't really fight, but there was a lot of tension when the two were in the same room. How could Vivian ask to live with them? The way that we dance, the reason we dream
That big Italian tower, well how does it lean?
Something so strong shouldn't make me this weak
Oh nothin' bout love makes sense. Sebastian's teeth ground together absentmindedly. Vivian had reemed him out for leaving Alessandra, she'd liked his short time girlfriend. He figured they'd had similar personalities, shared some of the same interests. Oh well, there was no one that could change his mind now. No one. Sebastian couldn't help but look back at Chey, she was just half a step behind him and as he stopped short, she walked right into his shoulder. Sebastian shook his head chuckling You fuckin goof he muttered, taking her face in one hand and kissing her softly. Man, did he love her. He lead them to a tiny corner booth away from most of the hustle and bustle of the counter. Still fighting laughter, he sat down across from her and grinned lop-sidedly. The couple's hands joined over the table sweetly, it was like a scene from a movie. Nothin' bout love is less than confusing
You can win when you're losing, stand when you're falling
I can't figure it out.
Nothin' bout love can make an equation nothin' short of amazing
Wish I could explain it
But I don't know how. The light caught Chey's left hand so that her ring gleamed almost as brightly as her eyes. She was glowing, so much infact Sebastian's mother, who'd visited a few days earlier, asked if she was pregnant, not to her face, but to Sebastain. Sebastian chuckled, knowing that was impossible. He guessed it was just the wedding that made her radiate that warm glow. What did you want to eat? he asked absentmindedly. He wasn't really concentrating on ice cream that the moment. Did he mention he loved her dimples, or the way her collarbone makes a perfect hollow for him to lean his head. Or how her racing heart beat everytime they touch brings an instant smile to his face. Sebastian could go on and on about his favourite things about her. His thumb stroked over her fingers thoughtfully. He brought her left hand to his lips and kissed it with a feather light graze of his lips. Smiling again, man how many times could he smile in five minutes? Like the lights of Las Vegas going out on the sand
A jumbo shrimp or a baby grand
How you're touching my heart when you're holding my hand
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