how i became the sea - [toast]

The first thing Blake knew, he was getting pushed away by Quartz. Pretty hard, too. He stood there, as the loud boom of her fathers voice filled the waiting room, For his, and for Quartz sake, He was glad there was no one else in the waiting room. He still could only stand there, as is dead hugged her tightly, like she was about to die or something, muttering something really, really fast.

"What happened to you?! One minute I'm at work and the next I'm hearing people say you were hobbling through town with some shirtless bloke, your foot cut off, and then the next I'm being escorted down here to see if you were ok, oh God, Quartz, I thought you were in trouble..."

This man, seemed a bit over protective. Had the rumours really spread that fast and falsely, to make him think her foot, her own foot, had gotten cut off? He knew District Four's news spread fast, but not like this. This, this was just bizarre. If her foot had been cut off, he wasn't sure what he would have done. This District, a career one, couldn't even help in that situation. The only place that could fix that, would probably be the Capitol. The home of the rich, spoiled, and the insane. They disgusted him. I didn't seem like her dad had spotted Blake yet, ignoring the fact that Quartz shoved him away. Maybe at the split second he entered. Perfect timing? He wasn't sure. Her dad was squeezing her, hugging her like the world was ending. Was it all really that bad?

Finally, for was seemed like eternity, they finally finished hugging. It was awkward, you know, him just standing there, eyebrow raised, smirk on his face.

"Daddy, I'm fine. I just... got caught in some coral when I went swimming, that's all"

Yep, that was all. She made her way back to the bench, as she glanced at me. Was she going to mention me now? Now that he seemed calmer? When she told him what happened, well not everything, but the coral getting stuck on her foot part, his face seemed to relax, and all his anger seemed to vanish. Like it was never there in the first place. Wait. Daddy? Was she that kind of girl? A daddy's girl? he'd never actually met any girls like that, only heard about them. Quartz, once he thought about it, could be that kind of girl. But that being said, Blake didn't really care. Who she admired in her life was her own business, not his. Her dad looked to him, a stern, yet calm look on his face as Quartz finally decided to break the silence.

"Daddy, this is Blake. He, er... helped me out of the coral"

Yep. He has been mentioned. What now? Was he going to question him? Was he going to ask why he had not saved her earlier? Worse, was he going to ask if it was his fault? Quartz turned her head to him, her golden locks of hair turning with her. She shot a smile, one that could melt anyones heart, on full of gratefulness. He still didn't get why she was being so nice to him. He was his fault she almost drowned twice... But she seemed to not mind the second time... Like, something had rushed over her. Was it because he turned into such a wimp, or what? He dismissed the thoughts, and decided to break the barrier of silence, and talk to her.. 'daddy'. His brought his right hand to the back of his head, rubbing it, as he began to speak.

"Uhhh, yea. Pleasure to meet you, Mr.Stonewall. I saw your daughter here, uhh, struggling in the water a bit, so i went in to help her. Nothing else. That's all. She's alright now, though."

He prayed to whatever god still cared about this world, and hoped that he wouldn't ask more questions. He hoped he would just let it go, and let Blake and Quartz be on there way, and let him be on his. But, then again, hope wasn't always the best solution. Sometimes, the bland truth was.

Her dad was still seemingly looking at him, not speaking though. It was sort of creepy, but in reality, Blake was totally fine with it. Her dad seemed nice enough... but also sort of protective. Like, he crafted the very way Quartz acted. Like he created this girl he liked. But, he dismissed the thought. Quartz had the right to her own ways, didn't she? or did her father actually make her the way she was? Her father's speech broke his chain of dwelling thoughts.

"Right, well... thank you, Blake. Glad she's ok"

He smiled and nodded, though he was too into depth for thoughts. It seemed as if he were daydreaming, staring into a dark abyss of nothing. He wanted to know this girl now, for who she really was. not for what her father had done to her... or for her. He was sure Mr.Stonewall had mumbled something to Quartz before she responded back, almost immediately, as if trying to get rid of him. It did kind of seem that way, and if his parents even gave a fluke, he'd just tell them to get the hell out. He hated them, he really did. He never got the true chance to get to know them, but all he knew is that they were annoying, and weren't important in his life. Right now, he just wanted to spend his minutes with Quartz. And only her. The next thing he knew, not paying any attention or to anything at all, the door slam shut, and they were alone again. Just him. Blake and Quartz.

He snapped back to reality, jolting back up to his full height, his cheeky smile painted back onto his lips. As Quartz was where she was, he took a few steps closer to her, forgetting momentarily what he was saying before her dad had stormed in. He opened his mouth to break the silence, but before that could happen, Quartz did first, and his smile returned.

"Sorry about pushing you, back then. My Dad's a bit... protective. He'd probably start jumping to conclusions and such"

The palest shade of pink lightly sprinkled onto her face, as she smiled and laughed. The way she laughed Blake loved, it just made him happy inside. it could make anyone feel good inside. It sure make Blake feel good inside.

"Nah, It's cool. I get it. But, what I was saying before... I really want to get it out. Quartz, I really, really like you, from the bottom of my heart. Like, really like you. If-..Uh.. You get it?"

Now may have no been the best time, but he had to get it out. His heart was racing, and he had no idea what to say now. It didn't think it's be this horrible. he'd been with others, ones he could just talk to and such with no hesitation. But Quartz, boy, she made him nervous at times like this. Eager to change the subject, or at least deter from it temporarily, he said something again.

"Uhhh, now that I've met your Pa, how 'bout we go to your house to meet your mom?"

She was laughing at him.

Embarrassment filled Blake up to the top, not exactly sure how to react. He didn't know it'd this bad for just wanting to meet her family. Wait, why did he want to meet her family? It's not like were that close yet. She hadn't even responded to how she felt about that. His stomach turned groggy, like a dark storm of waves had begun crashing about within it. His mind to, was flurried with doubt and shame. Maybe she didn't even like him. Maybe she was just playing her on, like a lot of the girls did. Though, he usually didn't care, him being himself and all. His face felt the same, though a wave of uncertainty flooded over it, as he bit his bottom lip, thought just the slightest bit. Then, the silence broke as she spoke, probably seeing how Blake had reacted.

"Trust me, my Mom won't need meeting. I'll just tell her who you are, if I feel like it. She does what I say, most of the time, But you can come anyway - I'll show you my secret beach"

Relief came over Blake. She was only laughing at her mother, thank god. She seemed to have control over her, though which seemed kind of unusually. But he quickly dismissed the thought. Secret beach? This, this definitely got his attention. He knew about the beach, the main ones, but a secret one? What'd she mean by that? This only made Blake more curious by the second. next thing he knew, Quartz was standing up, testing her foot, and suddenly, like a spark, decided she was alright. Almost by surprise, she leaned forward, the warmth of her hand and fingers finding his, binding each other together. Like two lost pieces being put back together. It almost seemed too perfect. His smile grew wider.

"Come on, then"

His smile couldn't grow any wider as he was dragged out the doors, following a path that seemed to lead somewhere that lacked citizens of the district. The fresh air weaved through his strands of hair, as he breathed it in, getting that clean stench off the hospital out of his nose. He tightened his grip on her hand the slightest bit, not wanting to lose her again, though there was no cliff to fall of off, and no ocean to drown in. He felt safer this way. The gravel path under his bare feet soon turned to sand, though he wasn't at the beach they were at awhile ago. They were somewhere new. Somewhere he hadn't been before. The silence Quartz had been keeping was killing him, and he decided to speak up; make things less awkward.

"So, Mistress, where might you be taking me?"

He spoke in the snobby Capitol accent again, just to lighten things up. it was what he did, what he liked to do. Entertain. Be with Quartz. You know, he was Blake. What more do you expect? He let out a a slight laugh, showing his teeth, waiting for Quartz's golden fountain of hair to turn and reveal her face. Waiting for her to say something.

They approached the house, the one she claimed to be a Manor. But, she was obviously kidding. Only the rich, snobby-ass Capitol citizens had that kind of stuff. The Districts? Haha, barely any. Maybe in Victor's Village, maybe not. The Capitol didn't really care, and no one could spare the time and attitude to care. it was simple like that. she wasn't lying, she did have a small, personal beach, though she may not actually own it, she could use it to her advantage. There was a rope tied onto a rubber tire. A tire. That was something he hadn't seen often. Cars and veichles like that were extremely rare in districts, let alone District Four. He wondered if she still used it though, as a swing, and how deep that water was. Maybe later they could try it out. You know, for fun. Just for fun. But, the point that she didn't think twice about jumping cliffs, he think she may have grown out of this tire swinging thing. Then, she spoke, mimicking the Capitol accent as well.

"This way, young sir, to the dining hall, then the beach!"

"Haha, alright Mistress."

He'd gotten his accent on, though this time he was laughing so hard it was barely audible. He liked this girl. She knew him before she actually did. Before they even formally met, he liked this girl, and saw something in her. She was special, cheesy and whatnot. They appeared at her front door, in no time flat as she twisted the doorknob with her empty left hand. His left hand was woven into her right, his right hand back behind him, the wind swaying it lightly. She swung the door open as they both came in, smiles on their faces. This was perfect for Blake, and he couldn't get that out of his mind.

The warm air off the house practically blew through his hair, as the goosebumps slowly vanished, his bare chest exposed to the heat. He couldn't help but sigh and relax, his tense body releasing itself to the heat. Quartz seemingly thought her mom was home, as did Blake, but as Quarts shouted throughout the household, they both only stood there to discover it was empty. Her voice echoed for a mere moment, as he, probably as she did, that the house was empty. "Must be out" Yep, Blake had thought right. They made there way to the kitchen, as his bare feet slid across the polished wood flooring. They entered the kitchen, the white floor tiles gleaming, creating a foreign feel to his feet. They were cold, but he ignored it, as conduction took its place and quickly heat up the spot he was standing on. Then, the warmth in his hand vanished as Quartz let go of his hand to open a cupboard.

"What would the young, shirtless sir care to dine on?"

She laughed, as Blake chuckled as well. He thought it was cute how she imitated them, it was almost perfect. He peered over Quartz's head, at the open cabinet and spotted a open bag of flour. His grin only grew. He reached up, and tried to grab the bag of flour, going slightly on his tippy toes to help. But, boy, was that a bad idea. He took hold of the edge of the flour sack, but the wrong end tipped over. As he tried to pull it out, it spilled, sending it's white, beige powder all over his face and chest. He burst out laughing, the bag gripped in his hand as he stumbled back a bit, a cloud of powder around him. He whiped off his eyes, nose and mouth, though they were still smudged with the powder.

"I'm hungry for some fun. How about a food fight?

He smirked, taking a handful of powder and throwing it at Quartz, just for the heck of it. He was laughing and smiling. He was having a good time. Something rare to actually see Blake doing.

"Oh, you are so ON!"

This was what Blake heard as a jolt of excitement shot though him. Before he could react, Quartz had already gone and dug her hand into the bag of flour as he let go of it, sending it to the ground. But, unfortunately, he didn't drop it fast enough, because the next thing he knew, there was flour in his face. As he laughed, white clouds of flour formed near his face as he rubbed his eyes, not wanting to get the stinging flour into them. The smear of the flour stayed like a raccoons mask on his eyes. His vision blurry momentarily from the flour, he was unable to react for what was coming next. An egg. He heard another cupboard open and BAM, as his eyes went clear, an egg shell smashed into his shoulder, sending the yolk and shell down to the floor. The yolk creepily slid down, it's grime and gooeyness disturbing him. He quickly wiped it off, looking back up, but no one was there. Where did Quartz go?

CRACK. "SURPRISE!" Quartz yelled, as an An egg shell broke on his head. The yolk slid down his neck, down to his shoulders until he also wiped off this yolk, turning around laughing hysterically with Quartz. Eager to get out of Quartz's egg-cracking radius, he took a few steps forward, spotting a spare egg laying on the counter. This was his chance. He threw the egg for Quartz's head, as it made contact, sending it's gooey yolk down her face and hair. Hopefully, she wouldn't get angry. This was all for fun. 'Least Blake thought it was.

She was smiling and he was to. Fun was something Blake hadn't had in a long, long time. A good time, sure. But Fun. Fun, was something hard to get from Blake. He usually made everything so difficult, and hard. But with Quartz, it was easy. He could just be who he was and vice versa. He had only his parents to blame, causing him to have this great time. If they weren't as annoying, he wouldn't have ever left the house, and would have never met Quartz. He silently thanked his parents for being who they were. This, was one of the best days of his life.

The atmosphere was much calmer, it was way more quiet now. Now that it had stopped, and the food fight was over, his cheeky grin was all that remained behind his smeared white mask of flour. Most of the egg had dripped off now, as he grabbed the towel that lay on a hook nearby and began to wipe his face and chest with it. The towel soon became white, but it did it's job fine. Though, it didn't seem fair to him that Quartz's shouldn't to clean herself up. You know, this towel being hers and all. He took a step closer to her, and gently rubbed off the flour and ripping egg of her face. Once her face was nearly clean again, he took his hand and brought it up to her face. A clump of hair, many strands, were in the way of her face, and he decided to move it out of the way, so she could see better. He gently grasped the locket of hair in his fingers and pushed it back, behind her ear. Her hair was smooth, like silk, despite the recent events. Though, the flour and sea water didn't do much to her hair. Must just be that good.

He brought his hand away from her ear, down to her cheek as his smile continued, though it turned a bit more serious this time. Not a cheeky, jokey one. A happy, yet serious one. The glint in his eyes could still read the cheeky expression his face usually wielded, but not his mouth. It was plastered with something else today. Something different. Something he had never done before. His eyes interlocked with hers, as his lips began to part further then just his smile. They parted, and spoke words. Meaningful ones.

"Hey, Quartz. I know I said this before at the hospital, but I feel like it'd be better here, and now. Quartz, I really like you. In that way, and I want to be with you. I'm not playing around, and I don't plan to. I swear."

He spoke in a near whisper, as the pink coat of blush mixed in with the remaining smears of flour. Then, the next thing he did, was probably the last thing he'd do in any situation, But it happened. And he did it. Blake stared in her eyes, and whether or not a response came, he leaned in, closer to her face, and kissed her. He pressed his own lips against hers, and it felt as if a spark had ignited inside his body. His eyelid act acted as shudders as they shut when their lips made contact. This, was the best moment of Blake Anderson's life. One he'd never forget.

After what seemingly felt like eternity, but was naturally only a few seconds, a minute maybe, he broke away from the kiss. His hand fell back to his side, as he gnawed on his bottom lip, nervous, yet extremely happy. This wasn't his first kiss, but it was his first 'real' kiss. One that meant something. He brought his hand to the back of his head, rubbing it nervously, as he spoke again, ceasing to bite his bottom lip.


"So, Quartz. What do you say?"

The only thing that rung in Blake's ear was silence. Complete and utter silence. Had he made a mistake, trusting Quartz? Was she just another girl he would get bored off after a few hours, even minutes, or was she something else. Was judging this book by her cover the right choice, or not? But, the barrier of silence was broken when she spoke, a devious smirk that only put a matching one on his face.

"I think, that you're going to have to catch me first."

The next thing he knew, she was out of the kitchen, and out of the house. The breeze pushed open the door, twirling it's breeze around the household. Before she could get to far, Blake broke out into a dash as well, following the trail of her golden hair shining in the sun. His feet left the wooden paneled floor, and found a new place to land. A place of sand and grass, intertwined into one big surface. Blake continued running at a steady pace, following whatever his eye could catch of Quartz. He didn't know where she was going exactly, but he trusted her, despite the fact they haven't even known each other for 24 hours. Today, he felt different. He felt as if his normal, jerky, douchey self was gone, and someone knew had awakened inside of him.

The tree's loose branches brushed across his face, as footprints were left in the sane behind him, dangling, waiting for wind to blow sand over the empty holes once more. Exhaustion was being to take over his body, and he had no idea where he was or how he was going to get out of this forest without getting lost. Even though it had to end somewhere, it could still take hours to find his way out. All the tree's looked the same, spanning out wide, though the leaves would block out most of the sun, cooling him down. But, he couldn't stop here. Not now. He was so close to catching Quartz, and the words she said were running as fast as he was through his mind, repeating over, and over again. It only made his smile grow.

His smile vanished just as easily, as he lost sight of her. He had no idea where she had went, and if he was even going in the right direction. Before, he could hear her feet against the crumpled leaves, and shifting sand, but now, he heard nothing. Not even her cheerful giggles. Honestly, at this moment, only anger flushed through Blake. She didn't have to just run out of her house like that, like he knew her property like it was his own. She just... left him there. Was it that she didn't want him near her? She didn't want him anywhere? then why did she kiss him? Confusion. That's the only thing that was in Blakes mind now, but then, logic hit him smack in the face.

The silence ended when he heard grass shuffling towards his right, and the giggles returning. She had just stopped to rest, and he went through all that panic for nothing. Maybe he came to judge people too easily. Or, maybe he just got angry too easily. He wasn't really sure. he viewed himself as the perfect human. One no one could perfect. But it seems Quartz has gotten the best of him, and he had nothing more to offer. Then, his foot took off after her. She was within his grasp, just a few feet away. So, so close.

"C'mon Quartz. Better run faster, or else I'm gonna get 'cha. Not that I wasn't in the first place."

he said this quite sarcastically, laughing afterwards. Hopefully he had said this loud enough to here, only raising his voice the slightest bit. She was only a finger top away, when something caught onto his foot, and the tree line ceased to exist in front of him. He landed in soft sand, without any prickly grass. It shifted around him, each pebble shifting it's warmness evenly around his back side. When his eyes opened, now calm from the fall, he looked up, all he saw was clear sky. No leaves, or branches. Where were they? Was was so important about running through a forest? Then, he sat up, and unhooked the nasty root that entangled his leg, took one last look at the tree's in front of him stood up, and turned around. It was Quartz's secret beach. The one she had mentioned before. His right eyebrow rose, his mouth in some sort of a confused face. Though, it was also with a mix of being impressed. Confused and impressed. A strange combo. He looked at Quartz's, the slightest smile at the right corner of his mouth.

There was water in front of him. Just, lots and lots of water. He could stay here forever, build a fricken hut here and live out here. Swim all day, rest all night. Seemed simple enough. The blue waters no longer matched the sky at this time of year, but the fluffy white clouds certainly made this place seem like it was imaginary. A wonderland. He let out an airy laugh before speaking, quite amazed.

"T-..This is amazing, Quartz. This is yours?"

ooc; sorry if this sucked, haven't written for-...THREE DAYS. D::::: (: