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I think I just agreed to go see Warm Bodies.
Half my mind is like ‘the media says it’s a romance! So you should like that!’ and the other half is saying ‘but - but - ZOMBIES’.
And, okay, maybe the fact that it’s a twist of Romeo and Juliet won me over. But only a little. It’s only a tenth… possibly a fifth of the reason why I said yes.
Which certainly made my day fun. I don’t think he appreciated my new discovery as much as I did though.
Belle is taking down the Christmas decorations that are in her bedroom when the first set of fireworks go off in the distance. When she had left the living room, Rory was talking animatedly with Stephanie about Ireland after the latter had expressed an interest in visiting at some point, while Faith sat with one hand intertwined with Stephanie’s while the other hand held the control; flicking through channels - determined to find the one she’s looking for.
At first, Belle freezes, thinking that 2012 is already over with. But then she hears her mother say: “There’s always someone who sets those things off too damn early,” from downstairs, and she’s calm again. For a few moments all she can hear are quiet mumblings, and then there are footsteps trailing up the stairs. Rory is standing by her door within seconds, and Belle can’t help grinning at how relaxed he seems in the home she grew up in. “Hey, you,” She mutters as a way of greeting before abandoning the tinsel she had been trying to unpin from the top of her curtains.
It’s kind of… strange, in a way. Belle has admired many romantic stories, but she never expected this. That pull in her limbs that make her automatically turn to him, reaching out for some sort of contact to distract her from how fast her heart is beating. Of course, that feeling alone is not why it’s so special: it’s the response, too. Almost by instinct, Rory holds his arms out, and soon enough they are wrapped around her while she rests her head against his chest.
“Are ya okay?” Rory asks.
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Belle listens to his heartbeat until he responds. “It’s just… going to be 2013 soon, that’s all. And you’re up here. Alone.”
“I was going to come downstairs, I was just getting a head start on taking some decorations down. You weren’t worried about me, were you?”
“No - no! I, um…” Belle waits patiently for his answer. She can tell that he has the words on his lips, he just hasn’t figured out how to order them yet. “I really want to kiss you at midnight, that’s all.”
Flushing, Belle looks up at Rory. “Really?”
“Of course I-” His answer is cut off as the volume of the television downstairs is turned up so loud that they both jump a little in surprise. Cheers of ‘10! 9! 8! 7! 6!…’ can be heard, as Rory leans in and whispers “Can I?”
There’s no time left to answer - along with the noise downstairs, Belle can hear the shouts of the neighbours yelling ‘ONE!’ at the top of their lungs. Without hesitating, she presses her mouth against his, feeling Rory’s mouth smile beneath hers when he starts to kiss back. This is the part in a movie where all the background noise would fade out, and everything except them would blur. Except… that doesn’t happen. Instead Belle can still hear cheering and glasses clinking and people laughing in her ears, but she’s not registering these things, they’re details that won’t be remembered years from now. All she can think of is the kiss (her first new year’s kiss) and how she’s a little disappointed when Rory pulls away to mumble something. ”Candycane.”
Belle raises her eyebrows.
“Candycane,” Rory repeats. “That’s the flavour of the chapstick I got for you for Christmas. You’re wearing it.”
“Mhmm.” Belle pauses for a second. “I knew you had ulterior motives for that present, Rory Flanagan.” Before he can even begin to argue, Belle is wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss her boyfriend one more time.
I’m afraid my sunshine hasn’t gotten used to being back on this side of the globe yet!
Mom and Faith met us at the airport after landing last night, and the first thing my Mother said to me was “Belle, sweetie, you need to get your fringe cut.”
It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s in my eyes and I can’t see through it, but…
Please remember that it’s not the end of the world if you’re wrong about something.
Especially if you’re the Mayans.
brighteyedblaine replied to your post: Sorry for the lack of posts-
Have fun! Say hello to your mom and Faith for me!
Thank you! And of course I will!
I’ve been busy buying Christmas presents, and most recently; I’ve been packing. Because Rory and I are going to be in South Carolina with my Mom and Faith for the holidays! It’s something we’ve been talking about for a while since I didn’t want to make Rory feel like he had to go just because I asked, and I definitely didn’t want to cause distance between him and his family. Anyway, Rory talked to his family about it as well, and it turns out that Rory’s eldest brother Tom won’t be home either, as he’ll be with Yvonne and her family for Christmas this year.
There was also an issue with finance (to the extent that we were panicing that we might not be able to go at all) but we managed to get that sorted eventually.
Rory and I leave on Saturday, and we’ve both managed to avoid packing things until now. It’s probably going to take a lot longer to get everything together, but we’ll figure it out… Hopefully. :)
MAY WE HAVE A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT GOD?!
MAY WE HAVE A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT GOD?!
I want to say something meaningful about what happened in Connecticut, but I think my heart is still too broken up inside to write about it properly. All I’ll say is that I keep crying when I read about the shooting and I don’t know what I want from this. People keep talking about gun control and praying and supporting people but what I want more than anything is to bring all those that died back to their families. But we can’t. What are you supposed to do, knowing that there were 28 empty seats during dinner last night and they won’t ever be filled again? How are you supposed to react to that?
Last night, I had someone to hold me when I found out about the news. I just hope everyone else had the same.