-.-.- When She Says She Loves Me -.-.-
(A/N)- Be nice! I was inspired! S.O.S with DG/Glitch dancing, but I assure you there is more originality to come. ;) Also there's a music video to this but my computer won't process it. :-P
Chapter 1 - Don't Be Worried
"Don't you want your brain back? It was all you ever talked about!"
"I do … I think … Just not yet."
"Glitch?" DG called, her voice echoing down the main corridor. She heard a shuffle and turned to see him briefly before he hid behind one of the pillars. She sighed with a smile, "I saw you."
He peeked around, his chocolate-brown eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and fear, slightly bloodshot, and his matted dark brown hair more ruffled than usual. Her smile faded, and he looked to the floor shyly before hiding behind the pillar again.
She approached him slowly, watching him to make sure he wouldn't run for it. She ran her fingertips along the marble pillar as she went around it to face him. He leaned against it, looking at his fingers as he twiddled them nervously.
"Glitch, what's wrong with you?" she asked concernedly.
He shrugged lightly, scratching his head and briefly running his index and forefinger along the zipper to be sure it was closed, and went back to twiddling his fingers again.
"I can't help you if you don't talk to me," she confessed. He continued to watch his fingers. Gently, she cupped his hands in hers and held them firmly. They were cold, which made it obvious that he had been in the entrance hall for quite a while. He looked into her blue eyes, and she noticed that his were filling with tears.
"I don't want to die, DG." He whispered.
"You won't die," she assured, "The doctors know what they're doing, and you'll be back to your old self in no time. And I'll be right there waiting for you when it's all over."
"It's not that," he started, looking back down at their hands, "I'm nothing like my old self … Ambrose, he …. They say he's stuffy, serious and boring. I don't want to be like that, Deej!" he exclaimed, looking down and clenching his eyes to try to hold back the tears.
"Glitch, trust me … you have always been Ambrose," she said, "Mom says you're just like him except he is a little more serious and he could hold a thought. You're not going to change, Glitch, and if you do you don't have to worry because I'll love you just the same."
He sighed angrily at this and took his hands from his grip to grab his head and turn from her, "No, you won't, Deej!" he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the hall, "'cause he's nothing like me and he doesn't love you the way I do!" his eyes met hers when he said this, and he quickly averted them to the floor and turned his back to her and threw his arms up to mess his hair in frustration.
DG began to wonder … maybe Glitch really didn't need his brain. He functioned decently without it … he did remember things on occasion. She bit her lip and strode over to him, touching him on his shoulder. He lowered his arms and tilted his head to the ceiling, "I don't know DG … maybe I'm just having this thoughts because I don't have my brain."
"You wouldn't have thoughts at all if you didn't have a brain." She pointed out. A smile played upon his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, "I guess you're right," he agreed, glancing over his shoulder at her.
She smiled briefly, "You said you were a good dancer …" she said, and walked around to face him. She held out her hand, "Can you teach me?"
"Oh, Deej," he said, shaking his head, "I forget how."
"Oh … all right then. Well, maybe we'd better get that brain of yours put in," she said teasingly, and turned on her heel to stride over to the stairwell.
"No!" he shouted nervously, grabbing her hand. She looked at him questioningly, tilting her head.
"I-I think I remember now," he lied.
"Really now?" she asked with a chuckle. He smiled nervously as he led her closer to him, carefully putting his other hand on her waist with a blush. He may have lost his brain but he hadn't lost most of his properness.
He stumbled at first as he tried his best to lead her across the dance floor, and DG helped him a little though she really didn't know how to dance at all. Soon, he caught a better sense of balance and they were twirling and swaying about on the black marble floor. They ended with him holding her off the floor by her waist, her arm grasping his arm dearly for support. She was almost afraid he would drop her but she found his grip was surprisingly strong, and he seemed to know what he was doing. Their eyes were locked, and she breathed deep as she gazed into his eyes. He smiled warmly at her and brought her to her feet, attempting to let her go, but she hung onto him tight.
"You're a wonderful dancer," she complimented.
"Better if I had my brain," he admitted solemnly, his smile fading.
She sighed, "Look, if it makes you feel any better, you can have your brain removed again if you don't like the way you've turned out."
"Really?" he asked, hope in his eyes.
"Sure, I don't see why not." She actually hoped he would be happy with his old self- the operation of putting the brain back in would be intensive, and if it were to be removed again she wasn't sure how much more damage he could take. She could lose him … not just Glitch, but Ambrose as well.
She felt the tingling in her eyes and he looked worried, "What's the matter? Why are you crying?" he asked quickly, "Don't cry …" he pleaded, putting his now warm hand against her cheek. She could smell the scent of him that she had grown familiar with … the mixture of straw, dirt, and dry leaves. She wondered how differently he would smell once he became Ambrose once again.
She didn't answer him and tears began to flow down her cheeks and he hugged her, rocking her side to side, whispering again and again, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry …"
She shivered as she struggled to hold back tears. Swallowing hard, she found herself burying her face in the crook of Glitch's neck, her forehead against his soft cheek. He hugged her tighter, rubbing her back gently, still repeating, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry …"
She took a deep breath, resting her chin on his shoulder again, blinking the tears out of her eyes. He pulled away to look into her eyes, "What's wrong?"
She breathed deep again, hands playing with his shirt collar, "I'm just worried, that's all …"
"Don't be worried," he said with a reassuring smile, "it'll all be okay. I lived through the brain removal, remember? Don't be worried," he repeated again.
"Don't tell me not to be worried, Glitch! I have every right to be worried," she said seriously with a sniffle. She watched his eyes as he looked concernedly at her, his arms still wrapped around her middle. She felt so safe in his embrace and it felt so right …
She no longer cared about how he may react, and she meant to say it calmly but she wound up blurting it out, "I love you Glitch."
He nodded, "I know."
She closed her eyes tight and shook her head, "No, you don't," she said, opening her bright blue eyes again. "I've always loved you as a friend but lately I … I've been feeling like it's something more than that …"
His brows furrowed questioningly at this, and she bit her lip, shaking her head, "Never mind. I'm sure it's nothing." She lied. She tried to change the subject somehow, and looked to his matted hair. She curled a bit of it in her finger, "You know …" she mused, "You'd better have your hair brushed … it'll hurt to brush it after your surgery."
He just watched her in silence. She patted his cheek lightly, "Come on, I'll help you." She took his hand gently in hers and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
(A/N)- Update within the next day or so. Please review and dun't be mean about it.