Fireflies of Fury

"I remember that night I watched the moon glimmer in your eyes. The water painted a moving picture for us to watch that night. I can still feel the summer heat dancing on my skin. Oh, oh, oh, it was nothing but the winters amend." Blake's voice rang out through the auditorium. If I loved to hear her talk, I surely loved to hear her sing. It was like no other sound I'd ever heard.

The audience clapped and applauded. A few of Blake's friends cheered, screamed, and whistled. I yelled her name as loud as I could and slipped my fingers in my mouth for an ear-piercing whistle. On the stage, she was ecstatic. Her eyes shined like diamonds in the bright stage lights. I continued to push my way through the crowd, keeping my eyes on her smile the whole time. She was slowly making her way down the stairs connecting to the stage when this senior came barreling down the stairs behind her, knocking her into the little kids at her feet. 

"Oh!" I caught her elbows just before her face planted into the wall. 

"Move it, punk." The senior yelled and shoved through the other kids.

"Hey, Jared, it isn't worth it." She rubbed my arm, soothing me. 

I looked down into her eyes. "You're right."

We shifted through the crowd of congratulating parents and crying students. Blake had been the last act.

“Being last was so nerve racking.” Blake said once we were standing outside. The cool air blew her perfume across my nose.

“They saved the best for last.” I winked in her general direction, but continued to look forward, just above the top of her head. This drove her crazy.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” She said, folding her arms across her chest.

“Oh, are you gonna throw a little fit for me?” I smiled playfully and pinched her cheek. She couldn’t help but smile and throw her arms around my stomach.

            We stood there for some time, letting the wind run through our souls. She enjoyed being outside. I was freezing, but anything for her. Leaves danced in the street. I watched her eyes try to follow each one of them. She resembled a child who was experiencing their first snow fall or their first rain. It was adorable. She took every chance she could to drink everything in. I envied that about her.

“Oh, I bet you’re freezing. Let’s go home, babe.” She grabbed my hand and we walked to her truck. Instinctively, she jumped in the drivers seat, and I, not so willingly, took shotgun.

“You know I don’t like letting you drive.”

“It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Blake.” I chuckled. “we’ve been over this. I’m just not comfortable with giving you three tons of steel.” I accused sarcastically.

“Oh,” she smiled, her eyes twinkling. “are you afraid I’ll do this?” She swerved over into the opposite lain of traffic, returning quickly.

“Are you crazy? Trying to get us killed or something?”

“Oh, Jared. Chill out. You’re feeling less masculine by letting a lady drive you home, that’s all and you know it.”

“Okay, you got me on this one.”

“I usually have you every time.” She smiled and turned onto my street.

“I love you.” I told her. She parked beside my mailbox. Once the truck was in park, she turned and pulled my face to hers, kissing me.

“I love you, too. Now go get some sleep.” As I was slipping out of the seat, she slapped my rear. I ran around to her side of the truck and yanked open her door, pulling her out onto the street. She giggled and twitched out of my arms. Because her truck was still running, I pressed play. Apparently, she liked piano music because that’s what started playing.

I turned to look at her. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Oh, you spoil me.” That was her way of saying yes. I took one of her hands, but slipped the other around my shoulder. If I was going to dance with her, I’d do it right.