heyyy! so here is a one-shot i just randomly wrote. I had the idea for it while i was taking a shower this morning and then just sat down a wrote it....it was kinda wierd. I really like to know what you think...comments are very much appreciated! =]]
--Elle
Worth Waiting For
A cool, gentle wind rolled off the crystal water and danced with the curtains in the window, twisting and turning the pale white fabric around and around as it ebbed and flowed in the breeze. The stars twinkled across the flowing mirror below and the moon cast a dim light into the room as Nick Jonas stood before the only thing he never knew he needed.
The breeze picked up her waves golden hair and then dropped them, letting them graze her smooth, perfect shoulders before lifting them back up again. He let his eyes wander over the white dress that ran down her waist and over her hips, fitting and clinging to each and every one of her beautiful curves. She stood so vulnerably before him as the gentle light created a heaven-like glow off her flawless skin. He wanted her; he wanted her more than ever and now finally he was able to have her. He had waited so long, so patiently for what was right before his eyes; he could hardly believe it was finally given to him. She was so perfect, so flawless to him, everything he wanted, everything he could have possibly dreamed of.
He longed for the touch of her skin and the warmth of her body, and he could tell by the look in her large, clear, beautiful hazelnut eyes she did too. Holding her gaze, he took a step closer and she did the same. Her eyes held vulnerability and yet confidence as well; clear evidence of the strength of her spirit that he had fallen for so hard. He was hers and she was his; untouched, unmarred and meant solely and completely for one another. He took another step forward and brushed his finger down her cheek to her neck and then over her shoulder, trailing his hand down to the small of her back. She closed her eyes and he felt her muscles twitch at his touch. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled her up to him and pressed his lips to hers; holding onto her tightly as she ran her fingers through his curly mess of hair, giving himself finally and completely, once and for all over to her.
The day he had first laid eyes on her was a day not soon forgotten. He and his brothers were on tour, rushing around from city to city until they all became a blur. It was all the same; screaming girls chasing after their tour bus, police escorts guiding them wherever they went, cameras shoved in their faces blinding them with their flashes, all of this part of the life he had started to settle into.
She was a waitress at a restaurant they managed to find time to stop at, saving up money for college as he later found out. They really didn’t have the time but his mother insisted on eating a good meal for once since she didn’t have enough time to cook it herself. When he saw that a girl was going to be their server, he braced himself for the possibility of another round of screams and pictures. However, when all they received was a friendly, “So what can I get for you guys today?” he couldn’t help but smile. She returned his smile with an even bigger smile; the energy she brought with her was enough to brighten even the darkest day.
He’d like to think it was fate that brought them together that day; that God had given his mother the urge for a ‘real meal’ on that particular day in that particular city because they were meant to be together. There was no doubt in his mind; God had made them to be together, He knew that each was exactly what the other needed. She couldn’t careless about what he was; all she cared about was who he was. He felt sure that even if he wasn’t in a band she would love him nevertheless, she just loved that he did what he loved. He had never experienced that kind of security in a relationship before. He loved her limitless attitude; if she felt called to do something, without hesitation she did it. She realized something very early on that very few people ever realize; it’s not about us.
When she brought their food to them on that fateful day, she apologized profusely for the wait and then inquired about how it was.
After his family had all thrown in their “Greats!” and gratitude, he found himself speaking. “Definitely worth waiting for.” He smiled at her and she smiled back, and something strange passed between them. There was something deeper in his words even he hadn’t intended.
It was the first thing of substance he ever said to her.
Lying awake on the bed, he looked down at the sleeping girl curled up in his arms. Overflowing with love and admiration for her, he smiled at her, brushing her silky hair out of her peaceful face. He gently kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger for just a moment. At his touch she stirred, and he found a pair of sleepy brown eyes looking up at him.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked as she played with his ringlets of hair.
He let out a contented sigh and smiled to himself. “I was just thinking that you were,” He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against hers. “Definitely worth waiting for.”
