I wasn't surprised when I found out the love of my life wasn't completely normal, of course, nothing is normal in Kiyla Araya's life. When my party-happy friends invited me to a wicked party down the street, I would've done anything to get there- but now that I'm here, I'd rather be anywhere else.
Let me tell you this, that's saying something, seeing as there's nowhere to go. Even so, now I'm here, in my best clothes with nothing to do and surrounded by dozens of feral rock fans; this is a perfect way to waste the best day of my life. Moonlight danced through a dirty square window, in rhythm of the music as I twiddled her fingers absentmindedly. Unnaturally straight jet black hair stained the back of my neck and stray pieces danced in my face. I puffed a particularly annoying clump of hair back in its spot. Above me, a rather wild mass of fans were having a tantrum, making quite an amount of noise. Within a pulse of frustration, I snapped my eyes shut in a barely succeeding attempt at stifling my annoyance. Here I was, waiting for a ride home that never seemed to come.
Suddenly, the riot above ceased in a final burst of exasperation. A sigh escaped me at the sudden silence, only to be greeted by a cup full of fizzing soda. Here I was, sitting innocently, and someone just drops a nice fizzing soda on my head. That's a wonderful greeting; why not send me a post card with that? Seething with fury, I stood up with a start, and the metal chair thudded onto the floor. My outburst went relatively unnoticed as the music seemed to go up a few notches; and the floor shook under my feet. Standing hunched down, and my hand plastered to my face in aggravation, my midnight black hair now dripping with sticky orange soda. No one seemed to notice me storm out of the room in frustration- but it might be better that way. I think if anyone crossed me, I might've ripped their heads off.
Next thing I know I'm outside next to a sorry looking lamp post, in the full moon's light, feeling miserable. Not to mention, with no way to get home either. I just stood there, in my dark colored punk clothes, wondering what I possibly did to deserve this. It's not like I robbed a bank or burned a house down, I just went to a party instead of doing my homework. I don't understand why fate has it up against me, when all those other school kids are dancing their hearts out to songs I don't even know.
Scowling in the dark, I sit down, putting my hands on my head in complete frustration. My mind wandered elsewhere, while I was just vaguely aware of the short pitter-patter of rain falling on the darkened side walk. Not that I cared much anyways, at least I wouldn't be sticky with soda, just soaked with rain. Time slowly edged by, and eventually the rain stopped as abruptly as it began and the sky soon cleared to its usual bliss. Now I'm just left there¸ wet, lonely and frustrated-just wonderful.
"Hey," someone's words suddenly broke my trance, mildly interested; I opened my eyes a bit and caught a glance of someone's floppy old sneakers connected to legs clad with baggy, ripped blue jeans.
"Hey," I mumbled back, my hands muffling my speech, "whataya want?" My voice was groggy, but obviously so, as I'd just spent an hour outside in the pouring rain, but that's just the way things work.
Brief silence greeted me, and I thought for a fleeting moment he left. I kinda wanted him to, though. I airily gestured my hand in the air a few inches from my knees, "Nothing to say? Then please leave me alone," I said bitterly as water snaked its way into my eyes and my mouth. I shook my head harshly; maybe sitting out in the rain wasn't the best idea in the world, it kinda makes you angry.
Next thing I saw was a hand in my field of vision, "Hey, now, you're not gonna get away from me that easily. I wanna help you, is all. Unless sitting by yourself in the rain is a sign that you're happy," a small laugh came after their little speech, and I decided why not give it a shot. Whatever this guy wanted was probably better than sitting alone in the rain. I took his hand and when I stood up, I just only got the idea of how wet I really was, my hair was constantly dripping with cold rain water, along with my shirt being plastered to my back. Also, with an afterthought, I started to think that my light gray skinny jeans had shrunken a few sizes in the rain.
I shrugged it off, turning my eyes to the guy whose hand I'd just taken. He had unruly blond hair, and his hair was the most extreme blonde you've ever seen, it was bordering on being considered white hair; and striking blue eyes. His bleached hair almost resembled a lions' mane, long and shaggy. He wore one of the concert tees from the building she'd just been in, along with those baggy jeans she'd seen before. He smiled vigilantly at me, and realized that I was gaping at him, and quickly snapped my mouth shut. Here I was, drooling over a boy I just met, this should be eventful.
I covered up my embarrassment with a small cough, but he obviously picked up my discomfort and saved me the trouble, "So," he drawled, "the name's Will, and whatcha doing hanging out here on such a nice night like this?" His head moved fractionally pointing towards the dotted sky of stars and the stunning bright full moon.
I shrugged minimally, taking a moment to respond, "Nice nights aren't nearly as enjoyable alone then with someone else, right?" We both smirked in unison. Soon, I found my hand entangled with his, and just as quickly as it began, I found myself back in that concert hall, screaming along to the band I thought I never knew.
We're dancing in the moonlight, as more and more other people slowly drain out of the concert, until we're the only ones left. The bands and DJ's themselves have long left, but we're now in control of the dance floor. As the last notes of the song before slowly echoed themselves into nonexistence, we waiting patiently for the next song to click on. It switched onto a romantic slow song, and we both danced to it, knowing full well neither of us could dance very well.
As quickly as the song began, it was over, and we just stood there in the stinging silence. He looked me in the eyes, his bright blue ones stinging my brown ones, and he hastily put his soft hand on mine, and hugged me tight. Typically, I didn't understand such behavior, but closed my eyes tight and hugged back.
I felt him let go, and by the time I even opened my eyes again, he was gone, leaving me in the echoing silence. I heard a small jingle of a bell, and turning my head I saw a small, lithe white cat with a small white color, and a bell marked like a moon. Why I chased the cat, I don't know. Out of impulse, or curiosity, somehow I found myself on a barren street, with nothing there but the bright full moon that was edging away and the stars were drifting away.
A hollow boom echoed through the ground as the old clock tower stuck five, and a small, light jingle caught my attention.
There, perched somewhat solemnly on a twisted tree, sat that same glowing white cat with untidy fur and bright blue eyes. I might've said that night was unusual, but unusual doesn't quite capture it. It was a special night, but special in more ways than one; people always say that you can find love anywhere; you just have to look hard enough.