Post by Daisy Miller on Oct 15, 2005 11:42:44 GMT -5
A/N: Science-fiction and a little bit of romance.
The night air was hot and sticky as it caressed Blue’s limbs that hung out of the cherry-red Mustang. She popped her bubble gum between her glittered lips and looked over at Pyro. That wasn’t his real name, though. His real name was John, but everybody called him Pyro. Besides his evident infatuation with fire, there was a fire inside of him, burning at his heart with desire and glittering in his dark eyes. He looked at Blue, and he smiled at her. Blue pointed to the road, reminding him that he was driving.
Five minutes later, he pulled off of the main road and onto a dirt road causing dust to billow behind them. He pulled over, just behind two large oak trees. They got out of the car, the sound of slamming doors penetrating the silence for a brief second. The grass was wet with the morning dew and tickled Blue’s bare feet as she walked around to the still-warm hood and climbed up. She leaned back against Pyro and they waited for the sun to rise.
Pyro and Blue had been doing this every Saturday morning since they first met six years ago. They drove out to the old abandoned field and waited, sitting on the hood of his car, for the sun to rise. They have never been out on a date, they have never had sex, and they have never kissed, but he loved her, trusted her. She was the only one who could calm the fire inside of him; the only that could make it burn hotter.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled closer to him, pulling his leather jacket around her shoulders.
“Are you gay?” she asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Paul said you were gay.”
Pyro sat up and looked at her to see if she was serious. She was.
“Paul said that’s why you go out with so many girls, because you’re trying to prove to yourself you’re not really gay.”
“Paul’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.”
“So they don’t mean anything?”
“Who?”
“The girls you go out with.”
“No, they don’t mean anything to me,” he said, laying back down.
“So, do I mean something to you?”
Her question stunned him, slapped him in the face, turned the fire to ice. He had been delaying it–telling her how he felt about her and now was his chance. All he had to do was open his mouth and say those three words that girls have been trying to get him to say since he hit puberty.
He opened his mouth, but his words were drowned in an explosion of fireworks and lights. Colors they hadn’t seen before clouded their vision, and he instinctively held Blue closer to him. A fuzzy voice echoed around them.
“We are sorry to disturb you, earthlings,” said the voice. “Please ignore us. We are merely searching for our sweet cowgirls of love. Apparently they are not here. We wish you the best of luck with yours”
Suddenly, a man came running up behind them.
“Wait,” he shouted, waving his arms about. “I’ve waited for fifteen years. You can’t leave me again.”
The light surrounded him, and when it ebbed away, he was no longer there.
Pyro turned to Blue who was staring at the sky, her mouth open in wonder. She turned to Pyro.
“Come on. We have to tell someone about this,” she said and climbed back into the car.
He sighed, and clambered back into his car. He hated aliens; they had the worst timing.
fin.
"Sweet Cowgirls of Love"
The night air was hot and sticky as it caressed Blue’s limbs that hung out of the cherry-red Mustang. She popped her bubble gum between her glittered lips and looked over at Pyro. That wasn’t his real name, though. His real name was John, but everybody called him Pyro. Besides his evident infatuation with fire, there was a fire inside of him, burning at his heart with desire and glittering in his dark eyes. He looked at Blue, and he smiled at her. Blue pointed to the road, reminding him that he was driving.
Five minutes later, he pulled off of the main road and onto a dirt road causing dust to billow behind them. He pulled over, just behind two large oak trees. They got out of the car, the sound of slamming doors penetrating the silence for a brief second. The grass was wet with the morning dew and tickled Blue’s bare feet as she walked around to the still-warm hood and climbed up. She leaned back against Pyro and they waited for the sun to rise.
Pyro and Blue had been doing this every Saturday morning since they first met six years ago. They drove out to the old abandoned field and waited, sitting on the hood of his car, for the sun to rise. They have never been out on a date, they have never had sex, and they have never kissed, but he loved her, trusted her. She was the only one who could calm the fire inside of him; the only that could make it burn hotter.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled closer to him, pulling his leather jacket around her shoulders.
“Are you gay?” she asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Paul said you were gay.”
Pyro sat up and looked at her to see if she was serious. She was.
“Paul said that’s why you go out with so many girls, because you’re trying to prove to yourself you’re not really gay.”
“Paul’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.”
“So they don’t mean anything?”
“Who?”
“The girls you go out with.”
“No, they don’t mean anything to me,” he said, laying back down.
“So, do I mean something to you?”
Her question stunned him, slapped him in the face, turned the fire to ice. He had been delaying it–telling her how he felt about her and now was his chance. All he had to do was open his mouth and say those three words that girls have been trying to get him to say since he hit puberty.
He opened his mouth, but his words were drowned in an explosion of fireworks and lights. Colors they hadn’t seen before clouded their vision, and he instinctively held Blue closer to him. A fuzzy voice echoed around them.
“We are sorry to disturb you, earthlings,” said the voice. “Please ignore us. We are merely searching for our sweet cowgirls of love. Apparently they are not here. We wish you the best of luck with yours”
Suddenly, a man came running up behind them.
“Wait,” he shouted, waving his arms about. “I’ve waited for fifteen years. You can’t leave me again.”
The light surrounded him, and when it ebbed away, he was no longer there.
Pyro turned to Blue who was staring at the sky, her mouth open in wonder. She turned to Pyro.
“Come on. We have to tell someone about this,” she said and climbed back into the car.
He sighed, and clambered back into his car. He hated aliens; they had the worst timing.
fin.
