When Love Hits You
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,433
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two Part One: Feelings Explored
Chapter Two Part One: Feelings Explored
We had a quiet morning on Sunday; he was still spacing out to his CD player and I was reading “The Vampire Lestat” while listening to the new MP3 player we got the day before. The song “Bounce” came on and I got excited. It goes something like this:
Jump, Bounce, Down, Up
I went out on a date,
With a girl, a bit late,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
I brought my pogo stick,
Just to show her a trick,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo
Unannounced twister games,
All players with no names,
They lined up double quick,
But just one pogo stick,
Everyone gets to play,
Runaway, expose',
It was so exotic,
But just one pogo stick.
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo
Oh, I like to spread you out,
Touching whoever's behind
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo.”
I was jumping up and down and dancing to the music; that’s how happy the song made me. This obviously got Christoffer pissed off.
“Will you stop fucking bouncing like a fucking jackrabbit?!”
I stopped and laid down, my back towards him. Tears slid down my face, being in this midst of a bipolar episode. I ended up falling asleep, without so much an apology from him. Needless to say, I was also pissed the fuck off.
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On Monday, we were still pissed at each other so neither of us spoke. We went to our separate classes and our shared class. We didn’t even listen to our kind of music on the way home.
Nothing.
Nothing but the horrible and dreadful silence that permeated between us.
After about two days, his mother noticed and tried to talk to us about it.
“What’s wrong, Ashley? Why aren’t you two talking?” asked Marge, concerned.
I told her about his silence, the way he spaced out, and his snapping at me.
Her eyes got big, she covered her mouth, and ran into her bedroom.
I thought I had said something wrong so I went back to the room, crying softly.
He came in and plopped on his bed. I could feel him staring at my back, balefully.
This only made my crying more audible.
He got up and put on “Bitch, We Got A Problem” and was dancing his frustrations out. At least that’s what I thought he was doing since I heard elevated breath and stomping feet. I got up and saw that he was doing exactly what I thought he was and starting singing myself.
“I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times i've lied
(So many times i've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become).”
I shook with every word and got my trench coat on. I felt something fall out of my pocket but right then I really didn’t care. I was about to walk out when I felt a hand hold me back. I turned around and looked straight into his eyes.
Bloodshot chocolate eyes to bloodshot sky blue eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Ashley! I didn’t know you felt that way…I also didn’t know you were bipolar or that you were bulimic…”
He showed me what had fell from my pocket: my bipolar medication and my laxatives. I just fell to the floor and cried harder.
“Oh, God! I’m so fucked up, aren’t I? Would you have taken me in if you knew about this…freakishness?”
He dropped to his knees and hugged me.
“No, I would have still taken you in because I myself am bipolar and was bulimic like you. Come Ashley…come to me.”
I openly sobbed in his arms.
“I…I’ll tell you why I am the way I am soon…just not now. It’s still too fresh.”
We smiled at each other and hugged again.
This was the beginning of understanding ourselves and each other.
We had a quiet morning on Sunday; he was still spacing out to his CD player and I was reading “The Vampire Lestat” while listening to the new MP3 player we got the day before. The song “Bounce” came on and I got excited. It goes something like this:
Jump, Bounce, Down, Up
I went out on a date,
With a girl, a bit late,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
I brought my pogo stick,
Just to show her a trick,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo
Unannounced twister games,
All players with no names,
They lined up double quick,
But just one pogo stick,
Everyone gets to play,
Runaway, expose',
It was so exotic,
But just one pogo stick.
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo
Oh, I like to spread you out,
Touching whoever's behind
Jump Pogo?..
Bounce Pogo,
Down Pogo, Up Pogo.”
I was jumping up and down and dancing to the music; that’s how happy the song made me. This obviously got Christoffer pissed off.
“Will you stop fucking bouncing like a fucking jackrabbit?!”
I stopped and laid down, my back towards him. Tears slid down my face, being in this midst of a bipolar episode. I ended up falling asleep, without so much an apology from him. Needless to say, I was also pissed the fuck off.
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On Monday, we were still pissed at each other so neither of us spoke. We went to our separate classes and our shared class. We didn’t even listen to our kind of music on the way home.
Nothing.
Nothing but the horrible and dreadful silence that permeated between us.
After about two days, his mother noticed and tried to talk to us about it.
“What’s wrong, Ashley? Why aren’t you two talking?” asked Marge, concerned.
I told her about his silence, the way he spaced out, and his snapping at me.
Her eyes got big, she covered her mouth, and ran into her bedroom.
I thought I had said something wrong so I went back to the room, crying softly.
He came in and plopped on his bed. I could feel him staring at my back, balefully.
This only made my crying more audible.
He got up and put on “Bitch, We Got A Problem” and was dancing his frustrations out. At least that’s what I thought he was doing since I heard elevated breath and stomping feet. I got up and saw that he was doing exactly what I thought he was and starting singing myself.
“I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times i've lied
(So many times i've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become).”
I shook with every word and got my trench coat on. I felt something fall out of my pocket but right then I really didn’t care. I was about to walk out when I felt a hand hold me back. I turned around and looked straight into his eyes.
Bloodshot chocolate eyes to bloodshot sky blue eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Ashley! I didn’t know you felt that way…I also didn’t know you were bipolar or that you were bulimic…”
He showed me what had fell from my pocket: my bipolar medication and my laxatives. I just fell to the floor and cried harder.
“Oh, God! I’m so fucked up, aren’t I? Would you have taken me in if you knew about this…freakishness?”
He dropped to his knees and hugged me.
“No, I would have still taken you in because I myself am bipolar and was bulimic like you. Come Ashley…come to me.”
I openly sobbed in his arms.
“I…I’ll tell you why I am the way I am soon…just not now. It’s still too fresh.”
We smiled at each other and hugged again.
This was the beginning of understanding ourselves and each other.