A Thursty Love

Ice Cream

I sat at a booth while Romeo got some ice cream from the counter. He had torn up jeans, a biker’s jacket and a loose t-shirt on. Not something I expected a handsome man like him to wear. Although this was the first time I paid attention to it. He came back with one cone.

“Here.” Holding it out to me. I retched out to grab it.

“What is it?”

“Vanilla. I didn’t know what you liked so I stuck with the basics.”

“I like Vanilla….or cookie doe….”

“I see.” Sitting down on the other side of the table. “Whys that?”

“All the other flavors…are gross or just suck…” he was staring at me. His eyes seemed to glow a vibrant green, his jaw bone out lined by a shadow. I wanted to touch him so bad. But I couldn’t….His skin was to fair away. I turned to look at the window, escaping his gaze.

“Why do you look away from me? Did I do something wrong?” I looked back at him to find his head tilted to the side.

“No.”

“Then why look away from me?” Leaning inward; his hands woven together in the middle of the table.

I felt something cold drip on my fingers. Cold and wet; I guessed that it was my ice cream. I lifted it up to examine the damage. Licking the side to keep it from dripping anymore.

“Why didn’t you get one?” Ignoring his question.

“Why’d you look away?”

“Are you whiling to exchange answers?” I could tell that he wasn’t going to give up.

“Sure. You tell me yours first.”

“But…I asked you first!” Feeling frustrated. He just leaned back and smiled. I guessed that he wasn’t going to give in. I took enough lick of the ice cream, and looked up. “I was in shock.”

“Of what?”

“Answer your question please.” Smiling, playing his game. His eyes narrow.

“I’m not thers….hungry.” Correcting him self. I got suspicious. I wanted to ask him so many things now. And I thought of one, one that I had been wondering for a while now.

“What’s with the gloves?”

“Haha, I just wear them a lot when I’m on my motorcycle.”

“Oh…”

“Ya.” There was silence for a moment, looking down at my ice cream.

“Do you want my ice cream? No! Wait! That’s not what I meant to say!” He just smiled. “I don’t want the rest of it…and….well…gosh…” I was making a fool of my self.

“Its ok.” He reached over and took it from me. His gloves keeping his skin away from me.

“Why keep the gloves on?”

“I have my reasons.”

“What reasons?” He posed for a second and stood up with the ice cream cone in hand.

“I’ll be right back.” And went to dispose of it. When he came back, his gloves where in one of his hands. I didn’t see anything wrong with them when he sat in front of me. “Give me your hand.” He said as he placed them in his jeans pocket.

“Why…”

“Trust me.” He was looking at me with intent eyes. So I did, I trusted him. Stretching one of my hands over the table. He hesitated for a second and then…he touched me. His hand raping around mine. I couldn’t drop the fated that he was touching me…the thing that I’ve been wanting to do. But then I noticed that he was really hot!

“What’s wrong?! You’re steaming up!”

“Shhh, I’m fine. This is my regular body heat.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. It feels like you have a fever over a hundred!”

“Well…that’s why I where the gloves,” Still holding my hand. “My body tempter is well over one fifty.”

“How can you be living!?”

“I don’t know, I’ve always been this way. Snow turns to rain before it ever hits me. I don’t have to use a blanket. It’s always been that way.” He was looking down at our hands now. His hand started to move and it ended up to ware my fingertips were in the middle of his palm. His pointing finger rubbing the side of my hand. I felt something under my fingertips, a texture that felt strange. So I opened his palm…and found a tattoo.

“You have a tattoo?”

“No. It was a burn…I have it on both my hands.” Putting the other hand on the table, facing it up word. It looked like a tattoo. It was a small hart that had a ‘X’ throw it.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t remember. It was along time ago.”

“Oh…I see why you keep the gloves on now.”

“Ya. Toughs are my reasons.” Taking both of my hands. Squeezing them a bit. He felt as hard as a rock. Not soft or rough like a person’s skin would. But smooth.

“What are you…?” I said out of impulse.

“What?” His face was in shock.

“I’m sorry…but you don’t seem….human.” He stared into my eyes, looking for something.

“I am ‘Je Ne Sais Quoie.”

“What?

“It’s French for, there’s no name for it.” I could guess where that accent he’s trying to hide came from now.

“Are you French?

“By blood, yes. Others wise, no.”

“Hmm.” I looked around the shop and I could see people glancing at us, including Marry. She looked upset. “I think I should go.” I said, and started to stand. He just sat there. My hands falling from his. I couldn’t see his eyes, his hair hiding them. And without enough word walked out of the dinner.

I headed toward the bike, and picked my back pack up. I opened it and took my watch out. It was around four thirty. I put it back in, and slug it over my shoulder. I started to walk, not looking back at the ice cream shop. I still could feel him watching every move I made. And I let a tear trickle down my face. I didn’t know why I started to cry, but I felt so bad. Not just the pain in my stomach, but the pain of thinking of him. I never liked a guy like him. I had crushes and boy friends….but I never did anything. The closest I ever got to anything with them was a huge. Nothing more. But I wanted more with Romeo. I didn’t even know him that long. And I could already tell that he had a thing for me. But I gave no hints back to him. I left him hanging. And that made me angry at myself. I should have said something, I should have.

I was just up the street from the dinner when I herd a bike rare, and come to life. I didn’t turn around. I just kept walking. Pretending not to hear anything. I didn’t want him to see me like this, but it was too late. He raced up the street, and stopped in front of me, cutting me off.

“Would you like me to give you a ride home miss?” His eyes going sentimental as he saw my tears.

“Why?”

“Just cause. I think it would be nice if I could give you one. I want too.” I stood there for a second. A little longer than I thought I would, and he got off the bike. It was still on, but it was standing on a kick rest. He came up to me, tore his glove off, and wiped me tears away with his bar hand. “Don’t cry. I don’t even know why you would.”

“I don’t either.” Chuckling, while crying. He kept his hand on my face, holding the side of it within his palm. He was so worm. I raised my left hand slowly and put it on his. His thumb rubbing soothing circles on my check. “Why do you have to be so charming…?” I said to myself. Forgetting that he was there, closing my eyes. Tears still rolling down. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel him moving. He raped his other arm around my waste and walked closer to me. Removing his hand from my face to rap that one around as well. He was so close to me. Just like when we where on the bike, but my head on his chest. I hesitated and retched up and rapped my arms around his neck. Standing on the tips of my toes to get closer and titer. His arms going into a dead lock. Not letting me go. Not letting me move.

“Beautiful as the rain, dancing with thy buy side. Thy hiding the tears…don’t let that be you, Emma.” He whispered in my ear.

“What does that mean? I didn’t know that you knew poetry.”

“It means that you don’t want to let people in, you only cry while in the rain so that no one can see it….don’t let it be you.” I lifted my head off of his chest and looked into his eyes.

“I don’t know…what you mean, but…” I looked to the side to see people sticking there head’s out of the dinner looking at us, me in his arms…. “But let’s get out of hear. I don’t want to make a scene.”

“Well let them see. I don’t care. I don’t think you do either.”

“No, not really…but…I would like to go now.”

“Ok.” He smiled and let me go, dragging me to the bike. He let go of me, and hoped onto it easily. He helped me yet again. Rapping my body around his, and giving me the helmet. Me strapping it on, and then we were gone.

When I got home it seemed too soon. I didn’t want to let go…But I had to do the sensible thing. I couldn’t give in, and I couldn’t let him pull me in this fast. But it took forever for me to do so. We just sat there on his bike. My head agents his back. Breathing him in. A sent of sweet….something I couldn’t name. It was tuff yet sweet smelling. He was rubbing my hands rapped around his chest and I guessed he thought I was asleep, because he got off, and carried me to the house on his back. He turned really fast and had me in front of him. My eyes flying open when he did so.

“Emma.” He said as he put my feet on the ground. “Your home.” I removed my arms.

“Thanks for the ride.” He just looked down at me.

“No need for thanks. I’d gladly give you a ride any time.” I flushed. A smile growing across his face as I did so. I turned to the door, and took my key out. I unlocked it and posed opening it.

“Your still behind me…aren’t you.”

“Yes.” When I herd him respond I turned around to face him. His face content.

“…are you going to be at school tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Oh…”

“I start on Monday. Well, that’s what my father is letting me do. Along with my sister.” My eyes grew a little bit.

“Sister?”

“Yes. Her name is Sammy, or Sam.” My moth dropped open.

“Sammy?! That’s my best friend’s name.”

“Hmm, wow.” The grin on his face showing all his wight teeth growing bigger.

“Ya…I…I guess I should go inside.” His smile diapered.

“If you must…Emma.” He took his time saying my name. When I just stood there my face blank, the cute stinging with the breeze. I turned around, and opened the door.

“Emma...” He said on more time. I turned around to fast.

“Hmm?” I saw his hands on each side of the door frame.

“Can I try something?” I was speechless. “Can I take that as a yes?” I shook my head up and down. Looking up and down from his eyes to his lips, and without warning, he lends in, his hands still on the frames, and kissed me. His lips moving over mine. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. To fare of a distance thou. So I closed the gape and stepped toward him. Not knowing where I was going because my closed eyes, but I found him. My arms limp on his chest, but finding there way up to his neck. I rapped titer to him. One of my arms going down his back, and the other noting in his hair.

He lost his balance for a second, but caught it again, taking his hands and rubbing them up my back. Pressing me to him. It wasn’t long till we were panting, and had to regain breath. But when I parted for air, he slammed himself back into me, mumbling something. Something like, ‘no, I don’t want to let you go.’ He picked me up, and I rapped my arms around his waste. He turned and leaned me agents the house. I let my feet fall. I tried to uncoil myself, but he was relentless. I spoke between kisses.

“I…need to…get…in…to…the house.”

“Ya….ok…” Kissing away, still not letting me go, but moving toward the door. My feet on his. When he steeped inside he walked us over to the couch in the living room. He let us fall onto it. And I laughed a bit. Then felt a pain. I forgot all about my stomach. Romeo was still kissing me, and I him, but I had to let go.

“Romeo...Romeo…my….stomach.” He stopped and got up.

“I’m so sorry…I got carried away.”

“I did too…” Standing up. Looking back at him, as he stared at me.

“Some experiment….don’t you think?” Smiling.

“Haha, yes….one that I enjoyed.” Blushing once more.

“I…” Lifting a hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…” His grin grew, along with mine. We stood there for a little while just looking around. Laughing when we looked at each other, and then I couldn’t help it anymore.

“Ahh! I can’t take it!” I jumped back at him, and rapped my arms around his neck. He didn’t hesitate either. He picked me up, my legs rapped around him, and he held me there, his hands holding me up by my ass.

He started walking, walking up the stars, up to my room. When he made it there, with no problems what so ever, he kicked it open with a foot. He walked in, and set me on the window pain. His hands free to explore, to memories my face, just as I did his. We weren’t willing to let each other go anytime soon, but when we herd someone walk in the front door, we parted. Scared out of are minds. At least I was, he was cool.

“Emma? You here? It’s me, Sammy.”

“Oh no!” I whispered in his ear.

“Its ok, call for her.” He whispered back.

“I’m up here!” I yelled down.

“Help me take this down.” He said as he ripped the blanked off the window.

“Why? Looks like you got it.”

“Very funny.” Smiling. Steeping out the window.

“What are you doing!” I whispered, as he fell. I ran to the opening to find him standing on the ground. Two stories down.

“’Je Ne Sais Quoi, remember.” Smiling, then running away, hopping on to his bike, and riding away.

Sammy was making it up to my room now. Holding her back pack on her shoulder.

“I saw a motorcycle out side. It looked hot.”

“What? There’s no bike out side.”

“What?” She walked to the torn window and saw that there was no bike. “Amm…ok, I think I had too much caffeine today. Haha, can you help me with my honors biology today? I’m dieing!”

“Haha, Ya.”