A Scripta

"So how far'd you get?"

Masonry glanced at the dark-haired kid on the side counter, sitting with a friend. School was out, and these 18 year old emo kids were hanging around in the donut shop in Faultline, where he had taken a fancy to resting at. He would fly around Faultline, looking for dead or dying heroes, and bring them back to life.

Before that quote, they had been talking about a girl named Jennifer - he caught the name involuntarily, because it was E's daughter's name. Then the emo kid started telling his friend, in detail, that he made out with her in the movie theater. He tried to ignore it, even resting his arm over his ear.

Finally, he put his arm down and looked at them. The friend caught him glaring at them. He hit his friend and nodded to Masonry.

"There's more to it than grabbing a girl's tits," Masonry said quietly.

The emo snorted and tossed his head up, flicking back the bit of hair that covered his left eye. "How would you know, old man?"

"I've been around the block a few times. What're you looking for with her? A quick fuck or something deeper?"

The two kids chuckled, "Somethin' deeper, heh heh heh."

Masonry gave him a crooked smile. "Figures as much. You're too young to understand what love really is."

"What is it, then?" The two kids put their raised elbows on the counter and folded their hands together, resting their chins on them. They both blinked broadly like doe-eyed girls.

Masonry looked at the speaker steadily as he stated, "It's when you feel that you will willingly do anything for them, but knowing that the other person will never invoke that. It's when you feel comfortable, protected, that whatever you do with them won't be betrayed; that the person accepts you for what you are and wants to understand you, and you want to understand them. It's when you stand within their aura that you feel warm and wanted, that a mere glance will soften you and fill you with bliss. It's when you're holding them that your defenses fall away and you show them everything that you are and they show you what they are - and you know there's nothing wrong with that, that it's perfect and right, and so does he."

The kid's insolent grin had disappeared. He blinked, looked at his friend. Suddenly the two of them stared at each other, one hit the other and they both bolted out the door.

The counter girl was staring at him. He looked up at her and smiled.

She turned away from him quickly and almost ran to the other side of the counter. Nate sighed, got up, and paid for the other kids' breakfasts as he left.