I Wanna Hold Your Hand is owned by The Beatles. I don't know what year, I don't know which Beatle wrote it, nor do I know if it's still protected by copyright. I just know it's not mine. =P
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand...
The dejected youth sighed, tiredly running one hand through his pale violet hair. "And than she told me..." he trailed off and stared into his beverage, finding it the most fascinating thing in the whole wide world.
Valgarv nodded for his brooding friend to continue. For the greater part of an hour the aqua tressed boy had played the comforting shoulder - listening and sympathizing and vocalizing the atrocities of such a cruel breakup.
Zelgadiss smiled and took his greenish eyes off of his latte. "Well, she pointed out that... you can't control how you feel or who you like."
"..." Val blinked from the sudden change in attitude. "Zel?"
"And I agree," 'Zel' continued, drinking the last bits of foamy goodness. "I hope Lina's happy with him. I'll move on just fine. Thanks for talking with me, Val! Gotta run!"
"Er..." Valgarv stared at the now empty seat. Normally Zelgadiss wasn't a talker, but it seemed that in times of high stress.... well, let's just say that Val only managed to get two words in edgewise. ^^; Weird.
But still... A light blush crept across his face. You really couldn't help who you liked.
When I say that something:
"I wanna hold your hand."
The minutes tick-ticked by and time proved that it was slower than a damn snail. Val squirmed about in his seat, fighting to stay awake, despite Mr. Stein's dull, steady voice lecturing the wonderment of derivatives. Which brilliant counselor gave him Calculus as his last class anyway? Grr...
As he was bored, his eyes were involuntarily roaming. As he was... ah, infatuated, at the moment, his eyes fell on a certain someone. As his eyes didn't move from that certain someone, he was staring.
"Val, you okay? You're all red," the 'Certain Someone' whispered, concern marring his otherwise perfect and cute face.
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
@_@!!!! "Fine, fine!! I'm just fine! Why do you ask? Oh yeah, my face is red - it's just my imitation of a cherry - tomato!! Yeah, my imitation of a tomato, not a cherry, or a cherry tomato, wa ahahah!!" Valgarv nervously and hastily replied. Unfortunately, it wasn't just Zel who heard his not-so-hushed whisper: the entire class heard as well.
And thus, the Just-Fine Valgarv was presented with a Not-So-Fine detention.
Oh please, say to me...
And let me be your man
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he later berated, banging his skull against the strange material that made up school desks. The teacher glanced up at the racket but said nothing - Valgarv was doing a good job of punishing himself.
It wasn't that Zel would... freak at Val's little, (LITTLE!) crush - well, not because they were both guys anyway. Zel had long ago admitted he was sometimes attracted to males...
But Zelgadiss had nearly ruined a good, strong friendship with Lina over a relationship. He probably wasn't going willing to try the friend to lover shindig anytime in the near future. And therein lay Valgarv's problem, among other things.
Still... Val's eyes closed dreamily as he thought of him. Imagination was a good thing.
And please say to me:
You'll let me hold your hand!
Well, time certainly hadn't sped up any for detention hall, but even snails cross the finish line eventually. Valgarv managed to pull himself out of the desk and to the classroom door.
"Hello there!"
He blinked at the angel's voice and he stumbled out of Mr. Phibrizo's detention hell... hall. "Zel?"
Coldish eyes softened as the short boy presented his wild haired friend with a brown paper bag. "Food?"
Gobble. Gobble
"...I guess that means yes. ^^;"
"burp"
"You're welcome. ^^;;"
Let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
After Valgarv devoured the food he was presented with, Zel pressed on. "You want to talk about it?"
"About what?" Val countered, freeing his book bag from the small metal cage they loosely called 'lockers'.
"About whatever's bugging you."
"Nothing's bugging me!"
"Riiight. Me thinks Fang-boy (1) doth insult mine intelligence." Zelgadiss followed his friend out of the building and struggled to match Val's longer strides.
"I'm serious! And what are you still doin' here? Shouldn't you be home or something?"
Zel shrugged. "I did go home, but I don't feel like going back right now. Amelia made that fine paper-bag lunch for you."
"My sincerest complements to the sandwich maker. Why did ya wait for me though?"
Zelgadiss looked away, a... blush staining his cheeks?! Val's heart soared.
"It's kinda my fault you got in trouble, idiot."
"...oh." Val's heart crashed.
"Hey mister, watch out!" yelled a third voice.
"@_@!!" And thus did a speedy soccer ball contact with Val's cute little head.
"/_O!!" And thus did the now-disoriented Valgarv knock into Zelgadiss, pinning the smaller male on the sidewalk.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love...
I can't hide
They tumbled down in a mass of arms and legs, nearly nose to nose...
And thus did both boys freeze, eyes wide.
And thus did they stay in the indecent position.
And thus did the children retrieve their soccer ball, eyeing the two strangely.
And thus did a sagebrush roll by.
"Wahahahahaha!! ^^;;; Just remembered, I left... the... the.. snake cage open in the biology room...... so.... Ibettergoshutit-bye!" And thus did Valgarv run like hell in the opposite direction of the school.
Well, if nothing else, one thing became perfectly clear to Val as he raced down the street. He had to do something about this 'crush'.
Yeah you got that something
(I think you'll understand)
As it were, Val soon found himself in front of the town's best florist. Gathering his courage, he faced his destiny - entering the shop so quickly the little doorbell thing fell off. "I need some help!"
"...Val?"
"Lina?!" He tried to glare. "What are you doing here?"
"Er... ^^;;;" She pointed to her apron and name tag. "I work here."
Valgarv sweatdropped. Somehow, a flowershop was the last place he imagined a person like Lina to work...
"My Auntie Aqua owns it," she explained, wiping the potting soil from her hands. "Can I help you?"
"O.O!" Oh God, he couldn't tell HER!!
"Wai! You're blushing - who you've got a crush on?"
"O.O"
Luckily, Lina was an expert at convincing, tricking, and conning people into talking. "Sylphiel?" No response. "Amelia? Naga? Martina?" One by one, she ticked off their female friends with no luck. On a whim, she dropped her voice till only he could hear. "Zel?"
An ever-increasing blush was her answer. Valgarv groaned, sensing his apparent and immediate doom in the hands of his crush's ex and bestfriend.
So imagine his surprise when Lina smiled at him and dragged his blushing arse further back into the store. "Between the two of us, we'll think of something. ^_^"
When I say that something:
"I wanna hold your hand"
Val stumbled out of the shop twenty minutes later - his wallet considerably lighter and both hands filled, one with flowers and one with Lina's expressed instructions. Yeah, this would work... Zel's parents were gone for the week and Lina said she'd call Amelia while he walked to Zel's house...
Now if only Zel feels the same way, Val thought, knocking on the glass door.
"Hi, Valgarv!" Amelia, Zel's little sister, chirped as she answered the door. "You're in luck, Zelgadiss isn't back yet! Come in!"
"Er..." was all he managed as the hyper girl dragged him inside.
"Lina called just before you got here. Hey, why won't you talk? Lina said you'd be like this. Did she give you instructions? Good. Here, let me see them. MMhmm. Yep. Okay, we can do this!"
And thus Amelia proved invaluable in helping Val set up The Plan. After everything was set and perfect, she hugged the teen for luck, discreetly slipping out the back, leaving a very alone, and very nervous Valgarv in the living room.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love...
I can't hide.
I can't hide.
Zelgadiss' walk home was naught but a candied blur. Ever since that... incident with Valgarv earlier in the evening his thoughts refused to stay in any semblance of order. Even Espressos didn't help...
He kicked a pebble as he remembered how close they had been to one another. Zel flushed as his memory recalled Val's eyes - they were nearly gold... so different, so unusual...
So perfect.
Having reached home, Zel shook himself out of his reverie and let himself in through the kitchen door. Maybe Amelia could help him sort this out. "Hello? Amelia? You home?"
No answer. Zelgadiss moved to turn on a light, but finally realized that they were on. They were just... very suggestively dimmed.
More confused than ever, Zel bent down to untie his sneakers when his long fingers brushed against something... soft.
A rose petal. A white rose petal. Lying on his kitchen floor. Zelgadiss stood, realizing that there was a whole trail of petals winding out of the kitchen. Curious, he followed the delicate carpet, padding down the hall and into the living room -
Where and aqua-haired youth waited, back to the hall as he inspected the fireplace's mantle.
Yeah you've got that something
(I think you'll understand)
Valgarv slowly turned around, praying that the dim lighting hid his scarlet cheeks. Wordlessly, he offered the single red rose to Zel, his gold eyes soft and warm with affection and admiration.
"You can't help how you feel," he softly reminded, studying the floor.
Zel cautiously accepted the flower, tapered fingers brushing fingers. "Val?"
Amber eyes slowly raised, alit with fright. Zel gently brushed away the taller boy's bangs. "...Thank-you," he murmured, drawing closer on instinct.
They were now as close now as they had been earlier... and the space was rapidly closing. Skin eventually met skin and lips met tentative lips in perfect contentment against shared excitement and agitation.
You can't help how you feel...
You can only be grateful when the feeling is mutual.
When I say that something:
"I wanna hold your hand."
(1) I know the nick-name Fang Boy belongs to Tasuki-sama, but.. it works great for Val, ne? =D