Zachary badly wanted to tell Rosalia that she was more beautiful than the wilderness surrounding Camp Midgard. However he wasn’t sure if she would punch him if he said that. He had noticed her humming as he sang and enjoyed the sound. Humming usually meant happiness and all he wanted was for her to be happy. And to be the cause of her happiness, that was more than he could ask for. He couldn’t help lightly laughing along with her. And jeez, she started giggling. It was adorable.
He didn’t want the moment to end, so he started with the next song that popped into his head from that movie. Admittedly, that was his favorite Disney movie. “Percussion,” he whispered, stepping closer so the word went directly into her ear. “Strings, winds, words.” He stepped back and gestured toward her. “There you see her, sitting there across the way,” he sang, his voice taking on a softer tone. After all the song had happened during a softer moment in the movie.
“She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her,” he continued, not once taking his eyes off of her. “And you don’t know why, but you’re dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl.” He stepped closer and slung an arm across her shoulder, looking into her eyes with a carefree, goofy smile on his face. “Yes, you want her. Look at her you know you do.” He removed his arm from around her shoulders and walked out a little farther into the water.
“It’s possible she wants you, too,” he gripped his chin and acted as if he was talking to himself – er singing to himself. “There is one way to ask her.” He placed his hands on his hips and acted as if he was deep in thought. “It don’t take a word, not a single word.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. “Go on and kiss the girl.”
He threw his arms up in the air. “Sing with me now! Sha-la-la-la-la-la!” He spun around to face her, almost falling to the side into the water but managed to catch himself and recover quickly. “My, oh my! Look at the boy, too shy! He ain’t gonna kiss the girl!” He placed a hand over his heart and raised the other one in the air as if he was singing in an opera. “Sha-la-la-la-la-la! Ain’t that said, ain’t it shame, too bad, you gonna miss the girl…”
He let his shoulders slumped as if he had sighed in disappointment. He stepped closer to her and gently grasped her hand, completely caught up in the moment. “Now’s your moment, floating in a blue lagoon,” he continued to sing softly, his eyes looking into hers. “Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better.” He grasped both of her hands in his and held them gently. “She don’t say a word and she won’t say a word until you kiss… the girl…”
His voice trailed off and a blush appeared on his cheeks as he realized what he was doing. He found himself mesmerized by the color of her eyes. All he wanted to do was kiss her. He found himself leaning in toward her, but paused just mere inches from her lips. He could feel his breath mixing with hers. He wanted to kiss her so badly – damn it, he had wanted to kiss her for years now. He’d been crushing on her since as long as he had known her.
Where some might see Gothic weirdness, he saw nothing but pure beauty. …But what if she rejected him? What if he lost the friendship they had? What if she never talked to him again? What if-- he mentally shut himself up and gently pressed his lips to hers, a hand coming up to caress her cheek. The more he felt his heart flutter, the more feelings being around her gave him, the more he realized that he couldn’t possibly have a simply schoolyard crush on her. No, that wasn’t a strong enough emotion. He wasn’t crushing on her.
He was in love.
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