Another romance I've created. A woman who believes that her love for another woman is quite far off into the distance. Enjoy! :D
As I watch her from the back, as the drummer, seeing Nikita singing and playing her guitar like that makes me happy: the wails, whines and cries from that guitar is awe-inspiring. I just can't believe that someone can play a guitar as if they were born with four hands instead of two. It's simply amazing.
I am Nikita's rhythm, her backbone, and I am satisfied with that. I love her but I can't.
“Thank you so much for coming and good night!”
It's just a faded memory; the thoughts of me being with her for “all eternity,” as I said to myself countless times...are gone. She's found another person, a man at that, and left me behind. Not that we were dating or anything to begin with. But I'm okay with that. As long as she's happy, I'm happy. I will always be. Why, though? Why is it that love happens to be so equidistant between admire and hatred like 15 is between 10 and 20? Don't answer. It's not like it actually matters, you know...
I can't get distracted now; there's a crowd of over 200,000 in attendance, and I want to show them that I'm the next John Bonham in the making...just a female version of a Bonham in the making.
“Hey, Court!” Nikki said to me when the gig was over. “How are you? What's up? You look a little down, you know.”
“Nah, I'm fine.” I say. “How's married life?”
Nikita sighed, much to my confusion. Why did she sigh? Are things not right with her and Drake?
“To tell you the truth, not so good. I don't think that I'll tell anyone else, but...” She leaned into my ear, whispering quietly, her Welsh accented voice now quiet. “...I'm getting a divorce from Drake.”
“WHAT?!” I asked, running my fingers through my dirty blonde hair in frustration but also in relief, though I didn't show that side on my face. “Why would you want that? What happened? What did he do?”
She moved away from my ear to stare at me. It's quite weird you know, watching her examine me like this. She appears so serious; she's not really this way at all. She's kind and gentle. She cares about other's feelings over her own! So why...
“It turns out, he's been cheating on me. The entire time... but I don't care anymore. Besides!” The auburn haired Nikita held my hands, ignoring the busy surroundings around us. Holding my hands, she tightened her grip; it was as if she wanted to squeeze them until they were purple. Then she loosened her grip on them, thank God. “Besides...pretending to be what I'm not is lame and inconsiderate. I'm meant to be with you and I know it for sure.”
Eve though she says that, I'm pissed out of my mind. He cheated on her?! That man needs to die as soon as possible, and I wish for the Heavens above to I'm so mad right now I want to punch something so bad! And to think that I was jealous of this man?! Pitiful!
She detected my anger and started talking some more, but I just couldn't understand what I was saying. Thinking, I had to produce some kind of answer. So here goes...
I told her to let go and then I asked her to follow me, into my dressing room. Because it is too loud out here, in the backstage area; I wanted to discuss this matter with her in solitude.
“So...you really want to be with me?” I asked, my heart jumping to my throat. It was beating so fast, I just didn't want to hear the wrong words at this time.
“Yes, I do, honest!” A playful smile came across her Anglo-Asian face. “I want to. I am what I am and I want people to recognise that I wasn't meant to be with someone who happened to be a man. I want it to be the two of us walking down an aisle one day, Court~! You and me.”
As I turned my gaze into her eyes, I notice tears accumulating in the corners. I gently wiped them away, and she said to me, “tell me you feel the same way.” My heart beated so fast, so irregularly, that my words were nearly jammed in my mind, but you know, I was able to speak again. I ended up reassuring her that he wasn't worth her tears, that he was never worth making her cry, so she relaxed a bit for me.
If she really wants to be with me, then I will never make her cry; I love her too much to allow myself to do that.
“Of course I do,” I said, kissing her rosy lips with as much tender passion as I could. She didn't mind it, she just wrapped her arms around, but I pulled away in order to stare at her chocolate brown eyes. Thinking about Drake laying another woman down in their bed disgusts me quite much.“Good riddance to that no good bastard. All you needed was me and the band, anyway. And your family, but we're like an extended family.”
“But more importantly you, Courtney.”
“That's right,” I reply, kissing her within another spur of the moment, this time kissing her with a smirk on my face.
It seemed that the dream happened to be a far away memory, but in all actuality, it was closer than I had ever thought.
Nikita Mitsushima, I love you so much. It burns inside to even know everything about you. At least you make me happy to the fullest.
Thank God we're together, at last!
PRETTY SAPPY AND LAME. DEFINITELY NOT MY BEST, MORE LIKE... MY WORST. I couldn't think of anything to write, and I wanted to update so bad! So sorry for this atrocity. I know I can do better. :C Any suggestions for a story? Throw them at me! I'll write them the best I can for you! :D Until I find something new to write, good day to you all.