Bitter Sweet
Note from Author: This is a story in which the main character is Taylor, and also a girl named Kit. It takes place when Hanson is touring (yes, the tour they are just about to start) and they are in London. Kit and Taylor meet, and find a lot about eachother and themselves at the same time. They are having a wonderful time together. . .but then again, this is only a 3 day stop.
Have fun and enjoy,
Mallory
This story wil be narrated by Taylor, Kit, and the author. Each color will represent the narration done by a person.
Taylor
Kit
Author
There was so much to do now. Plan this, do that, oh, and don't forget to continue with that. He needed a breather. So he took a walk. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and slowly strode down the streets of London. He wanted peace, quiet, and the solmn thought of being alone. Just to be alone. . .for only a few minutes. This was all he needed. He walked for a few minutes, watching the doves whisp by the clouds, watching children happily play a game of tag, and occationally taking a gaze at the sky. The sun continued to glow onto its posessions, and spreading that glow onto them. Everything seemed beautiful now. . .or maybe it was just the thought that he was. . .alone.
He sat down on the closet bench with a hint of staidness on his face. He turned around to face one of the most beautiful water fountains. He watched the waters sprout from the middle, and land with splashes. He rested his chin on his fore-arm, and kept his determined eyes focused on the water. And through the water, on the other side. . .he saw someone. He urged himself to sit up. . .and now, he found himself staring at the water no longer, but this gorgeous figure on the other side.
Can't they see that I am trying to write here? Lord have mercy. I'm turning around to give them a taste of bitterness. Good. One of them saw me. Maybe they'll act like the civilized children they should be, other than some barbaric animals. Oh, I need a break. They are too loud to write. Can't one sit down to write anymore?
I closed my notebook. It was hopeless. . .for the moment. I turned my eyes to the fountain. Such a beautiful sight. Why do I feel that someone is watching me? I looked around. No, nothing but the brats that were now beating the sin out of eachother. Great, fine. Oh I'm just paranoid. There isn't anyone watching me.
The fountain. . .I should try writing about it sometime. It's so. . .just, so. There aren't any words to describe it. So elegant, and gorgeo--I knew it. Someone is watching me. Just staring at me. Hmm, maybe he'll look the other way now that he knows I saw him. I'll take out my notebook and pretend I'm writing. . .didn't work. He's still staring. I can't help but look back. . .something about those eyes. Stone cold, but passion is shining through. Bitter, but sweet.
I should go and talk to her. She looks about my age. Would that be too pushy? No. . .no, I can ask what time it is. Brilliant! Maybe she hasn't noticed that I am staring at her. Oh wait. What if she knows who I am. . .and what if she is obsessed? No, she would be screaming. . .and right about now she would faint. Do I dare? It's worth a try. Alright, check the hair, check the clothes, check the smile, and don't trip. I hope this works. . .
He is coming this way! Oh no. . .wait. Maybe he'll walk right past. Maybe his is just walking along. But to be safe...check the hair, check the clothes, check the smile, and don't make a fool out of yourself. Oh, I got it. I'll pretend to be writing. Pretend I never noticed him. Atleast I didn't make it as obvious as he did. Shoot, shoot, shoot. . .he keeps coming. . .please walk right past, please please please.
"Excuse me. . ." he waved a hand in her face to get her attention away from her notebook.
"Yes?" she gave him a suspicious and nervous stare.
"Oh, I, I was wondering, if you, if you had the time."
Stuttering. A turn off.
She smiled. "Why don't you use the watch that is on your wrist?"
Embarrassing.
Should she have done this?
He peered at his wrist. "Oh," he let out a fake laugh. "Well what do you know? I guess I forgot about it. Let's see, so it's 5 minutes to 2."
She smiled again. She couldn't help it. "My name is Kit Beirstowe." She extended her hand.
"Taylor Hanson."
That smile is electric. And I can't seem to tear my eyes away from hers. What is going on? I have never felt like this before. Her hand. Small. Bitter. Sweet. All in one. I can't let it go. I don't want to let it go. So, say something. Why aren't I saying anything? Why isn't she saying anything? This is awkward. I have to be perfect in front of her. . .what I have already done is bad enough. Okay, just take a big deep breath.
This? This is happening to me? Just plain old, Kit? This is incrediably amazing. There is this huge surge of a feeling bursting through me and I can't even describe it. Those eyes. . .I don't believe them. The brightest blue and most beautiful blue, that I have ever seen. Oh God, I'm staring. I have to stop. But wait, he is staring too. . .staring at. . .staring at what? Is my hair okay? Or, is there something in my teeth? I should start saying something because. . .because I just should. We have to stop this staring thing. But I could stare at that forever and a day.
"Oh just something I write in to help the time pass."
"Oh you write?"
"Yes, quite often actually." There was a cordial tone stirring in her voice.
"I write too. . .but in a different sense."
"Really. . ." she stared into his eyes again. She quickly realised what she was doing and tore them away from his.
"Really. So, so. . .so what do you mean by that?" Oh, fool. She sounded like a fool. She lightly brushed some oh her hair off of her face and put it behind her ears.
"Well, I write music." He was getting a little more relaxed.
"Ahh, music. That would be different. I write about adventrues, or poetry, or sometimes I use it as a diary. Nothing big. Just, stuff." She held the notebook to her chest.
"Just stuff? I am going to believe that it is more than that. . .there isn't any kind of writing that is just stuff. It all has meanings."
She stared at him. Again.
"You know? I mean, whether it be, a kid writing its' name for the first time, or someone. . .like you, writing about stuff." They smiled.
"It all has some sort of meaning. I highly doubt that it's just. . .stuff, as you put it." There was something edgy about him. Something odd. . .and because of one reason.
This is inevitable. I can't believe...I am baffled. I am dumbfounded. I can't...this guy...he is amazing. How does he know what I am thinking? This is perpetuous. . .this is. . .sweet.
"I just. . .didn't want to tell you exactly what is in here. There is a lot of. . .deep stuff in here. . .and I don't usually allow people to see it. But, it's odd, definately. I know exactly what you mean. . ."
He laughed.
"I don't even know you. . .but I think we have a lot in common." ". . .Yeah. I mean, we should, oh, I am, oh, um, maybe we should, I dunno, talk sometime." she had an unsure look on her face. She knew she had just given it away that she liked him. "It's not an obligation. I mean, you don't have to."
He said nothing. "Yeah, I thought so. I didn't expect you to say yes, it's alright. I should be getting home. Goodbye."
"Oh! No, I am so sorry! I was. . .lost."
"Lost?" she looked at him oddly.
"Yes. I was, I mean, I was lost. . .in, in your eyes." he hesitantly said this.
"Oh. . ." she dragged on, a little color of rose staining her cheeks.
"It's funny because, I think I was lost just before." she smiled.
"I think we should. . .get to know eachother or something. Because it's going to bug me for the rest of my life if I don't. I just have this feeling." he explained.
"Oh, I think so too. And, I don't ever like to start things I don't finish. . .and I think we already started." she smiled.
He grinned. "Want to go for a walk?"
"I think it's a must."
-CHAPTER ONE-
He stepped outside into what seemed to be a chilled air. London. Beautiful. . .bitter. . .and sweet. Just what he wanted. He surruptitiously thought of home, and had to shyly admit that he was missing it. Things were so different at this time. Tour. Just the word made him cringe. Hours and hours on the road, earplugs, bad weather, time zones. . .but then again, the assurance of doing what he loved to do made up for all of the negative aspects of touring.
~CHAPTER TWO~
The swift breeze has a certain accent to it. . .a certain twist. Perhaps 'tis just me. I don't know. The only thing I know right now is that this boy is amazing. True dignity has he. . .and so polished. He is certainly not like the others. I can't believe I am saying this. . .me, Kit. Huh. . .odd. I wonder what he sees in me? I see the world in his eyes, I hear it echo in his voice, and I see. . .him. . .but without regret.
This can't be happening. I am going mad. . .I can't like this girl. I am here for 3 days. 3 days! I can't get too attached. I must tell her, so, here it goes. Wait, I can't. Look at that face. That pondering little face. So intricate in beauty. . .I don't have the heart to tell her. I don't want this angel to brake. . .instead, I will tell her. . .how I feel. She'll understand.
"So, tell me. . ." He took one last mouth-watering lick off of his ice cream cone. "Mmm humm?" she raised her eyebrows and snapped out of her daze. They stopped walking along the brick streets, and planted themselves right along a small, wooden bridge across the Thames River. The sun gleamed across the waters, and gave an exquisite sight. Kit propped herself up and onto the bridge, and let her legs lifelessly dangle as Taylor leaned against the bridge on his side. "Well, I mean, what would you do if someone that you'd known for. . .2 hours. . .told you that they liked you?" She laughed and slightly tilted her head back to keep the ice cream from spilling out of her mouth. She ran her finger across her lips to ensure herself that there wasn't any ice cream. "Well, first," she began to laugh again. "First, I would say that this person is absolutely propostorous for actually such. . .but I would be rather flattered." her voice seemed to calm down at her last words. "And. . ." she appeared to get in a long lost daze that was directed towards his eyes. "And. . ." she swallowed and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "And one would hope that this person. . .that this person was you." He started right back and just as hard into her eyes.
Oh my God, oh my God, for the love of God, did I just say that. Tell me I did not just say that. He isn't talking. HELLO! He isn't talking. Oh I totally blew him off. That was an absolute turn off. . .I have such a big mouth! I always have this thing of saying things that are on my mind. I have to learn to keep my mouth shut. Oh great, now he is staring at me. Oh this is so uncomfortable. I need to breathe. . .wait, I can't. Oh God, I cannot believe I just said that. Maybe he'll take it as a joke. God, look at those eyes. . .
Yes. Yes. Perfect. This is so great. I can't believe she just said that! She always is talking and saying what is on her mind. . .or atleast she has been for the last 2 hours. . .and now, now, this is the most spectacular thing she has said to me all day. Okay, so now it's my turn. I can't wait too long before she thinks I don't like her. Oh God's, what to say?! Stay calm. . .stay cool. What is she looking at?
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He waved his hands around a little, but still, no words. Then, finally, "Re. . .really? I mean, oh." She toyed with the wrapping around her cone and didn't lift her head, but her eyes. She nodded. "Yeah. . ." she slowly and softly muttered. He quickly thought something up. "But. . .what if the other half was. . .was true? And there was a person that really did like you. . .even though it was only 2 hours of knowing you." He glanced up at her and gave her a designated look. She kicked her feet. She suddenly felt more comfortable. She playfully took a bite out of her cone. "Same goes. Still would laugh, still be flattered." He looked down at his hands with a frown on his face. She was missing the point. She was acting the wrong way. What was she doing? She noticed his drearyness and knew just what to do. "Wait, let me turn the question around. What would you do if someone told you that they like you after only 2 hours? Huh? What would you do?"
She is acting weird. One minute she is all serious and meaningful, and the next she is as happy as a baby with candy. I don't understand her. So, now. . .I mean, do I tell her now? I mean, I don't know how she is going to react now. Probably will take it as a joke. Well. . .I have to do something quick. All I want to do is hear her say it. . .
"It would depend." He swallowed the last bit of his cone. She suddenly stopped moving and paused her actions. She gave him a suspisious look. "Um. . .what do you mean? Depend on what?"
No, no, no. He is doing this wrong! He was NOT supposed to say that. He is supposed to say something romantic. This is going the wrong way. How did I meet such a boy? Such an. . .such an odd boy. How did I meet him? He is ruining the history books. He is saying it all wrong. It's one of the rules: If someone says something romantic to you, then you say something back! God. . .
"It would depend who the person is. I mean, I don't like just. . .just anybody." He squinted from the sun. "Well I don't either." she said with stobborness staining her tone. "I mean, they have to have something that is truly amazing about them." He cleared his throat. "Of course. It would be just plain, old stupidity if. . .I mean, they have to be charming, and sweet, funny, inevitably nice. . .and have a polish to them. Ya know? Something that makes them stand out. . .like shine or something. And as far as I'm concerned, I haven't met anyone like that." She gazed at the river.
Oh. Great. That was really nice to say in front of me. How could she say that? I mean, now that it's almost obvious that I like her, she is just rubbing it in that she doesn't like me. Oh well that's just rude. What was I thinking? How could I like this. . .this, ordinary person. It makes me mad that she would say this. . .
"What? I mean. . .of course, me neither." he lightly chuckled, leaned his elbows against the bridge
and laughed as he scanned the rivers' boundries.
She looked down at him. . .and she knew it was coming. She knew she had to say it. "Until now."
she piped up.
He gave her a quizzical look. "What. . .what?"
"I. . .I said that I never knew anyone like that. . .until now, that is." she dryly confessed.
He grinned. "I. . .would have to say the same thing." he bit his lip.
She grabbed his hand and shifted her body towards him. He played with her fingers, and seemed
intrigued by them. The rush of the rivers' waves made the moment more suttle. . .and quiet. The trees
slightly hussled from the light breeze that blew by, and leaves scratched the London streets. It was a
perfect moment. He looked up and found himself staring into her eyes once again. Except this time,
he looked at every part of her face. . .her eyes, her cheeks, her nose. . .her mouth. She noted every
detail of his gorgeous face, and had pleasant thoughts running through her mind. Then it crossed their
minds. . .at the same time.
He raised one of his hands up, and gently twirled some her hair behind her ear. Then everything got
quiet. . .there was nothing to be heard. She took a soft, but deep breath before slowly leaning
towards his lips. He forced his weight slightly upward and closed his eyes. Then a surge started
flowing through the two of them as their lips met. It was a soft kiss, filled with nothing less than
feelings. She cupped his head with her face, and opened her mouth the littlest bit. He pressed his
tongue against her lips, and took a deep breath. She turned her head and allowed his tongue to
mingle with hers. He ran his hands up and down her back. . .allowing her to get chills. The kisses
became deeper, and deeper and Kit let out a soft moan. Finally he pulled away and put his forehead
against hers.
"You're a damn good kisser." She said breathlessly with a small smile across her face.
He smiled. "I love your accent. It's so cute."
She playfully hit him on the shoulder and tossed her head back to get her hair out of the way. "I just
told you that you were a good kisser, and you tell me I have a good accent." She gave him an odd
look.
She suddenly shivered.
His smile faded and his face turned into a worried expression. "Are you cold? If you are. . ."
She grinned and laughed at the same time. "You have a way with ruining the best moments. Would
you just kiss me?"
He smiled and without hesitation, sweetly kissed her.
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