Wonderland

Kitty's P.O.V.

Lying in bed, all I could think about was him. He overran my mind. It felt as if my life had just begun because of him.

I was a giggling mess. He had that affect on me. I couldn't even think, because I was so preoccupied by thoughts of him -- of us.

I was young and in love... I still am, I suppose. But back then... things were different. I know how, and I know why. For the longest time, I refused to notice, but nothing can change the past~

Quincy and I sat under the dark sky, watching the stars twinkle and shine. We spoke sparsely, being comfortable in mutual silence.

"You know, tonight reminds me of a song I love," he said. I looked over to him, smiling.

"What song is that?" I asked him back. He turned his focus to me, and I could feel my face heat and redden.

"One I love. It's called 'Fly Me to the Moon'. Ever heard it?" I laughed.

"Yes, and I love it!" I said, shifting my body, slowly leaning against him. He chuckled softly and leaned against me, too. Then, he sang.

"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars... Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars... In other words, hold my hand... In other words, darling kiss me~" he sang, his voice deep and soothing. He swayed back and forth as he sang so sweetly.

As he began to sing the next part, I joined in. "Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more..." He suddenly stopped singing, but I hadn't noticed, so I continued on carelessly.

"You're all I long for, all I worship and adore... In other words, please be true! In other words, I love you!" I looked at him, believing what I sang. 'Does that count as a confession?' I thought. I blushed once I realized that he was just listening to my crappy voice attempt the song.

"Wow," he said, "You never told me you sing like an angel." I felt myself redden and redden at his words... What spell had he cast upon me? How did he entrance me so? Why do I sound like Juliet?

"Speak for yourself," I managed to say. I covered my face and hid in my sweater. He hugged me and held me close.

"I am speaking for myself. You sound like an angel," he whispered. I couldn't help but giggle. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for dear life. I felt so bubbly and light, like I would float away if I wasn't careful.

"I love you," I told him. I sat upright and grabbed his face between my hands, squishing his cheeks a little. I kissed him hard but soft. Fierce but timid. Like it was the first and last time I ever would. "I love you so fucking much!"

But of course, I didn't say that. I was scared I'd scare him, scared I'd lose him. But by the time I had said it... I had already lost him...