Softness

He looked through his hair at the red lighting blinking on the wall
"No fucking way..." Logan spoke, his words slow and articulate, barely above a whisper. Defeated, he shoved both his hands into his pockets leaned his forehead against the wall, and found himself automatically fingering the cold source of his shame in his right pocket. Behind him, an exhausted sigh echoed in the dark box.

"I'm ready for this night to be over," came the weak voice from the far corner of the elevator. "I-" she stopped, suddenly realizing the irony of her own situation


"No way... I've gotta be dreaming!" Taegan wrapped her arms around Logan, her face lighting up with joy. "How on Earth did you afford this?", her tone quavering with excitement, and implying her question was somewhat rhetorical. Logan remained silent, but his pride in his own decision was abundantly clear. Soft sounds of conversation, and the smell of expensive food bled out the restaurant into the night as the two stepped in, hand in hand.


"I'm not getting any reception in here" came Logan's voice, flat, his eyes still staring at the blinking red light on the wall. The time on his phone read that they had been stuck there for nearly forty minutes.
"Logan, I just..."
"Please. Not now... I... not now."


The couple sat down in a secluded, softly lit corner of the restaurant, ordered their food, and waited while they conversed frivolously, speaking of upcoming plans for the weekend, and social gossip as a an air of general optimism permeated the air around them, adding up to a total atmosphere somewhere between lovers and sibling intimacy.

Eventually the food arrived.


Seventy minutes, and activity was occurring outside the elevator, and conversation was deceased entirely. Logan sat, back to the wall, looking forlorn while the small object on his person seemed to be burning a hole in his fist. Confused, weary and distraught, Taegan sat in the opposite corner, facing the ground as tears formed in her eyes.


Before too long, the couple had finished eating, and with full stomachs and happy hearts, the two of them looked up at the waiter as he said with a distinct formal professionalism, "Dessert is on the house."

Taegan exhaled heavily, and looked toward Logan, a fulfilled smile painting her face.
"Honey... I wish this night didn't have to end." she said innocently, slowly closing her eyes, as if trying to remind herself of the reality of her own situation.
"Do you mean that?" Those four words seemed to linger in the space between them, reverberating in their own seriousness.
Rather than answering, the brunette angel across the table simply grinned

Short minutes later, two plates arrived, both carrying slabs of soft white cheesecake, one with a long red ribbon spiraling around the plate. Looking up at Logan with a mischievous suspicion, she began tugging on the ribbon, unraveling it with increasing rapidness, her childlike curiosity clearly taking hold as the wrapped the excess fabric on her wrist.
Time stopped as she saw it.
A ring.
The world distorting and tilting around him, Logan got on the floor beside his lover's chair.
"Taegan, there's a thousand ways I could say this, but only one I really know how to... Taegan, the night doesn't have to end. Not now, not ever. Taegan Gray, will you let this night last?"

Taegan looked down at the beaming, but clearly terrified man in front of her, and back to the gold ring resting in her palm and shook her head as her lower lip began to quiver.
"I'm sorry." A single tear rolled down her cheek as the dozens of patrons witnessing the spectacle pretended not to notice.


Ten minutes later, they silently stepped into the elevator to take them home.

Feel it... Feel you

Those of you who know me are probably already are well aware that I am a proud rocker, and an even prouder Canadian. You will then notice that the song I just posted is a dance/club music type track. I justify it by saying that both the DJ and vocalists are Canadian, and also that it's incredibly catchy, and is one of the few songs I would so far as to call sexy. Not sexual, sexy. There is a difference. An important difference at that.

Stupid Days

To quote Doctor Who - "Time is not linear as most people have come to believe. It's more of a... ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey... stuff."

Doctor Manhattan states, "There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet."

Long story short, both of these doctors who have the power to destroy the Earth altogether but don't both agree that time is not linear. Clearly, this means that the future is now, and the present is past, so by that logic, it could be oh, say... three years later at this very next second. Today could be a month behind me tomorrow.

So why is there still thirty-nine stupid days left?

Requires no Translaition

I had a moment today. It was a small moment, but it reminded me of why I am the way that I am, and more importantly, why I'm happy with what I am.

It was a trailer for a movie that I'm very fond of Lost in Translation (For those of you who have seen the movie, you'll already know that this trailer is very misleading. For those of you who haven't, watch it and then to watch the movie. It's amazing, one of those movies that really reminds you what it means to be human). Anyways, the tagline for the trailer is "Friendship needs no translation", a line that by itself could summarize a mission statement, a book, or even the reasoning behind a drastic change of scene.

I dunno... it's just one of those tiny things that really made me stop and think, and I liked the things it reminded me of, and how it made me feel. It's funny how I get sentimental over such mundane things.

The one, the only
~Chris

P.S. While ordering lunch, the waitress asked me if I would like to see the liquor menu, meaning I was mistaken for eighteen. I then realized that Friday was my half-birthday. Six months until I'm legally and adult. Crazy, isn't it?

Smile Like You Mean It

POST # 200!

Seriously though, what should I do to celebrate? I have a long weekend ahead of me, so ideas are welcomed!

Love is awesome, life is awesome, and you guys are all awesome. All four of you. Have a great weekend, and just... be happy.

Blurred

EXCLAMATION!
The places where the mind will roam!
The places that are far from home!

I am a helpless romantic. This is a fact about me, and is something that will probably never change. I also have a spirit of adventure. That may change with age, but I doubt it'll ever go away. Probably just... refine itself. I am not necessarily a good person, but I like to make people happy. I get attached, but deal well with stress, but I hate not getting my way. I am willing to compromise, but my opinion needs to be made clear at all times. The last thing is, I have the worst sleep habits of all time.

That is all, but before I depart, I wanna share my metaphor of the day. I'm very proud of myself for this one- A friend of mine was asking why she kept thinking about her ex, and I summed it up like this

"You know that feeling when you have a tooth pulled? Hurts, doesn't it, but you go through with it anyways, because that tooth needs to go so that something else can go there. Even after you get it pulled though, you'll run your tongue over that hole where it used to be hundreds of times, just because you were used to what used to be there."

The poet inside of me is proud of that one.

Most useless post = this one. Oh well. I'm working on a new short story. Should have it up in a little bit.

Degernerative morals

Today I went to a dance, and then remembered why I don't go to dances. I tried to enjoy myself, I really did, but Mormons are just no fun to party with at all. Those of you who know me should already be abundantly aware that that though not a lawless degenerate, I love a good time with... questionable morals.

Cinnamon whiskey = Great

Apple pie and Ke$ha = sub-par evening

That is the lesson I leave with you for tonight.

Jesse

This is a picture of my friend. Her name is Jesse, and she's just as good of a companion as she looks. She's friendly, kind, and understanding, all rolled up into a soft and adorable package.

Not everything is perfect about her though. She gets sad sometimes. It's because she's lonely. See, she has her own friend, Simon, but right now he's quite a ways away. Farther than she even really knows is possible. Jesse doesn't really understand why he has to be so far away, or even exactly where he is, but to her, those things aren't important. All that does matter to her is knowing what she wants, but what tragically isn't there. I'm just her friend, but I'm not what she really misses. I can talk to her, tell her stories about how brave she is, and some nights when she gets cold and lonely I hold her next to me, and we can close our eyes, and just be there for each other.

She has a dream though, and she's not going to give up on it. Jesse doesn't know too much, but she does know what's worth waiting for. She understands what she means to me, and that Simon feels the same way she does.

What Jesse doesn't know though is that I'm pulling for her, and there's a perfect spot in my backpack for her. We'll travel the world over to answer the questions on our minds... and that the world is smaller than a tiny puppy could ever really know.