26 December 2012
***So this is a little story about our good friends Jacoby and Sage from Fix You. I figured you needed a good little back story on how they met and such. (: Tell me what you think! ---
My blonde roots were beginning to peek out from my experimental violet. However, I was gifted with messing things up and got a strange lavender color instead. I touched them absentmindedly an mentally began a list I what I would need. Better ask Cale if he wants something for dinner. A smile crept onto my face as I thought of my boyfriend peacefully sleeping before work. I jogged up the front steps of the house and unlocked the door, setting my bag by the door. A rustling sound sounded from the stairs and I giggled. At least I was able to catch him awake when I did! I walked up the stairs and fiddled with my hair. Then, I called as I opened the door, "Cale, baby, do you want anything from the..." I stood in the doorway, allowing my brain to comprehend what I was seeing. It seemed so surreal, I was sure I was dreaming. I hoped. I prayed. Please let me be dreaming. "C-Cale..." A petite blonde was straddling his waist and they looked like they had been locked together moments before I walked in. She smirked at me and leaned onto his chest. He stared at me, his hands on her hips and his eyes wide like a deer's. "Sage. You weren't supposed to be home." That did it. I was hoping for a 'she came onto me' or some explanation that I would be able to believe and all I got was the horrifying truth. I backed up, my docs sounding so loud on the wood. Then I hit the doorframe and bolted. I couldn't stay there. Not with him. I grabbed a sweater from the couch and thrust it into my bag. Then, grabbing my keys and water bottle, I left. Didn't lock the door, let alone close it. Blondie could do that herself. My Ducati sat in the driveway, begging to be on the streets but I couldn't see clearly. I didn't trust myself. I silently said goodbye to my baby and ran down the street. I felt betrayed and confused. Disoriented. So I ran to the one place that could comfort me. An old dance studio. The owner hadn't taught a class in years but she left me her key so I could still use it. I dug through my bag and located the old, brass key. I stepped through the door, an echoing silence greeting me. I didn't bother to close the door. I just needed release. Somehow. I slid off my shoes and silently padded through the front rooms. Old boxes and dusty trophies seemed to tower over me as I finally found myself in the back room. It was the largest of the five rooms and definitely my favorite. It was a rectangular room with to square pillars in the middle. Every wall had a pristine mirror and the wood floors were covered with marley. I took a deep breath and set my bag down in the corner. My iPod dock was still resting on the shelf in the corner. I shuffled through a few songs before settling on the most cliche song. It was about betrayal and that's exactly how I felt. Perfect. I didn't even bother attempting to warm up. Instead, I threw myself into dancing. Stretching out before caving in and stepping backwards into a jump. I turn as soon as I land. Then collapse gracefully onto the floor and reach to something beyond my reach. I catapult backwards and stand. Then turn. And turn. And turn. And turn, ending up against the glass. My breathing is heavy and I hold myself up on the wall. I loose my focus and my thoughts take over. I hit the glass. Then again. Again. Again. Again. My mind is beginning to go numb. I hit the wall more and I hear a distant crack. Warm, thick liquid begins to course down my hand. I continue to pound on the glass. Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, jerking my hand away from the wall. I look back, tears beginning to drip on my cheeks. Kneeling beside me was a tall, masculine boy. Not much older than me. His hair was a radiant yellow that deepened into a fire truck red. His body was lean and well built. But his eyes. Oh his eyes. His eyes were a stormy gray that seemed to petrify my soul. I think...I think I fell in love.
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I was taking a peaceful stroll in the downtown area. The air was piercing and seemed to freeze my lungs with every breath. It was an amazingly refreshing feeling. I turned onto Cherry Street and saw a shadowy figure slip into the old dance studio on the corner. The door was always closed. I crossed the street and jogged over. Man, I was dying for a smoke. After I figure out what's going on, I'll hit up that blonde that slipped me her number the other day. I poked my head into the door precariously. The shadowy figure was gone and the silence seemed deafening. I ventured forward slowly and heard music begin to play further into the studio. Even more curious, I made my way in. I threaded my way through boxes and trophies, eager to see what awaited. I finally found the back room and found my object of pursuit. A small willowy girl with flowing lavender hair was spinning towards the far wall. She hit it and stopped. I watched in wonder and horror as she began to pound on the mirror. A loud crack and a slicing sound cut through the air. I looked closer at her hand and saw the red spilling down her arm. I was mortified. Briskly, I walked over and pulled her wrist back just as she was preparing to strike the wall. She spun around, tears falling down her porcelain cheeks. Her tiny frame was shaking and her chin trembled. What really caught me, however, were her eyes. They were large and round. And a startling blue that seemed to cry out. I swallowed hard and finally spoke. "You shouldn't hurt yourself...it's just a dance." Her eyebrows furrowed and I feared I said something wrong. Or maybe she didn't speak English. Then, she chuckled bitterly. "It wasn't the dance I was so emotional about." Now it was my turn to furrow my brows. My expression softened and I stroked her wrist with my thumb without thinking. "Tell me?" I quietly asked, not wanting to probe and scare this beautiful girl away. She glanced at my hand and turned a pale pink. I stopped. She turned away and licked her small, full, plush.....kissable...wait. Story. She had begun and I was already distracted. I shook the thought from my head and listened to her tell the entire story of what had happened not long before I had followed her in. I sat numbly and let it all sink in when I heard a small sniffle. I looked back at her. She had her small hand pressed to her mouth. Her body was violently shaking as silent tears streamed down her face in salty waterfalls. Suddenly, I felt some unknown force take me over. I leaned forward. Without thinking I grabbed her other hand and pushed her against the mirror. My lips covered hers and tears fell into my mouth. She sat there at first, unresponsive. Then, a small sigh escaped her lips and her fingers intertwined with mine. I pressed my body against hers and she seemed to shut down. Her head fell and the tears came back, full force. I released her arms and sat back. "I'm sorry. That was rash." She tucked her knees up to her chest and folded her arms neatly into her lap. "Uhm...it's ok. I was just...it was still sinking in. I didn't...." She stopped and ran a frustrated hand through that wavy, waist-length....stop! I tried not to be just physically attracted to this mysterious girl. I was trying to shake the recurring thoughts when she finally spoke. "It hurts when you realize that someone you've been with for so long didn't love you. And when you realize...that you love someone you met only by trying to forget everything." I looked up, my eyes wide. She was staring balefully at her hands. My mouth opened, trying to form words. Nothing came out of my mouth. I sat, thinking and finally looked right at her. "What's your name?" Her head shot up, small trails of mascara forming icicles at the corners of her eyes. "S-Sage." She stuttered. It was after she ducked her head down that I realized I was staring, my mouth wide open. I also realized that my heart had melted. I tried to keep it stone cold for so long I forgot what it felt like to have your insides become molten lava. Slowly, carefully, I reached out and cupped a lock of her hair. It caressed my hand and slid back to its original position. "Sage..." I muttered to myself. Her face turned red and she twisted a ring on her finger nervously. My outstretched hand found its way to her face and my thumb gently wiped a stray tear from her eye. She looked up at me. Her eyes locked with mine. Her lips parted slightly, as if wanting to form a question. I pulled her to me. Her small hand clutched my shirt and I moved my thumb down to run it over her lips. She was so close I could hear her heartbeat thundering. I pressed my forehead against hers. Her breathing faltered, if only just a little. "I'm Jacoby." The corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes fluttered shut. I felt that force overcome me again. I moved my mouth just a centimeter. They were upon hers again. This time, she gave in to me. I took in her floral scent and I wanted to know her. To protect her from anything that would try to hurt her. To hold her close. To help her if she ever needed it. To be the one she turned to. To hear her whisper my name at night. To invade her dreams. To love her when no one else would. To be her only ally if the world turned against her. She pulled away. Disappointment began to flood my body. She then leaned against my chest, her hand still grasping my shirt. My arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. I hesitated. Tentatively, I buried my face in her hair. Her grip loosened. And I heard her small voice speak over that thundering silence. The small voice that could be the same sound as tinkling bells or a soothing river. Fluid and soft. "Jacoby..." My heart skipped a beat. I longed to hear it again. I mentally willed her to repeat it. As if she heard me, she did so. Over and over she murmured my name. The sound alone sent shivers down my back. She stopped finally and
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