Author: jpup44 PM
This is a one-shot about an expierience John and Liv have in the Tunnels. Please R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - John Breed & Liv/Olivia - Words: 634 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 4 - Published: 12-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8754282
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Liv and I are sitting in the Tunnels; we have been spending most of our days here. Usually we talk about Caster's and Incubus's, and me the mysterious Caster and Incubus. She also talks to me all smart about the Order of Things and that she has no idea why I am the way that I am, but today I want to talk about something else.
How does she know everything there is to know about me while I have no idea about her life? Right now, she is in the middle of telling me something about me that I'm not even paying attention to because I already know what she's saying, it is about me anyway. All I can focus on are her perfect blonde braids and the way her Black Sabbath t-shirt wraps around her like it was made only for her. I have had enough of just staring at her; I want to know about her.
I cut her off in the middle of her sentence, "Tell me about you," I say expectantly.
She looked very confused, "What do you mean?" her cheeks are turning a shade of pink that is usually saved her Ethan.
"Who's the real Liv?" I ask, "You know, the one behind the braids, Black Sabbath t-shirts, and smart-talk that frankly I don't understand."
She giggles, but isn't looking into my eyes as she tells me, "Well, the real Liv has never fit in, doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, and came to America to study but also change the way things are. I guess they haven't."
"What do you mean things haven't changed?" I ask her curiously, "This past summer you saved Macon and Lena, and experienced things no Keeper ever has. That has to be as far off as your life in England as could be."
"Not like that," she says still looking at the floor, obviously embarrassed, "I meant socially. In England nobody liked me and here nobody likes me anymore, especially Lena, but she never has."
I felt bad for Liv, I really did, but what she was saying wasn't making any sense. Macon liked her, Marian liked her. Maybe she meant in a teenage boy sense and just added Lena in there to cover it up, but even that wasn't true. "You've got that wrong," I said shyly.
"What do you mean?" Liv asked, finally looking me into the eyes with her big blue ones.
"Well, for one, I like you," It felt like a huge boulder landed on my stomach, I was so nervous saying this, but I had to, "I like you a lot, Olivia," I dragged her name out. I just loved the sound of it. "Whenever I'm around you, I can't focus on anything else but you. You're not like any of the other girls I've been with, you're special."
Somehow Liv knew I was telling the truth because now she was really blushing. She couldn't help but smile, "I like you too, John, a lot. You know, no guy has ever been that open with me before."
I start to lean in close to her, smelling her familiar scent more intensely than ever before. "Then, kiss me," I say fearlessly.
"You don't have to ask twice," she says back and leans in closer, her lips now touching mine. I can feel that electricity of her and I don't want it to stop. Apparently, neither did her because she didn't let go. It's like we are supposed to be together because our lips fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces, and our hands perfectly lace with each other's. For what seems like a lifetime, we are lost in each other and I realize that I don't just like her a lot, I love her.