Midnight Melodies (BoBoiBoy One-Shots)

Cornelia Street

Ship: Thunderstorm/Cyclone

Trigger Warning: Rape, coarse language

Song: Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift from the album Lover

DISCLAIMER: Any lyrics from the aforementioned song are not my property and were written by Taylor Swift.

Picture is by OceanicTuna1027 on DeviantArt.

Cyclone

            "You wanna come for a ride with me in my car? Just for an hour or so around New York City," the young man sat in front of me offered. "I can take you to your place afterwards if you want."

            His crimson orbs were gentle and sweet as he extended his hand for me to hold onto it, but they never lost their unwavering ferocity and intensity sitting just underneath the surface.

            Small, handcrafted and hand decorated ceramic cups that used to hold lattés before us were long empty, slowly drained over the course of the hours that we spent in the café either giggling about the latest hot gossip at our university, talking about our dreams once we graduated, or simply sitting in silence as we each basked in the other's presence.

            'Momma, I know you're not here to hear this, but I thought you should know...' I said in my head, hoping that somehow, she would hear my call and embrace me one more time as I confessed my deepest feelings. My eyes teared up slightly as I thought about my deceased mother who I recently lost to cervical cancer.

            'But I think he's really the one for me... I- I... can't imagine falling so head over heels in love for anyone else but him...'

            Of course, with "him", I meant the young man who I just spent a Saturday afternoon with at a quaint little coffee shop on the edges of New York City. The young man that I had not known until just over six months ago and now feel like I couldn't live without. The young man nicknamed Thunder, full first name Thunderstorm, who turned twenty-one less than a week ago. The young man who I felt was literally perfect for me in every way, shape, and form; the young man who made me feel complete like no one else ever has.

            'Oh Thunderstorm, I don't understand how you could be so flawless...'

            "What? Is there something on my face?"

            His voice was like a deep caramel, smooth and rich while containing the slightest bit of gravel that never failed to soothe my soul.

            "O-Oh it's n-nothing," I stuttered out, as the kind crimson orbs were replaced with a deeper, intense ruby that gazed at me inquisitively, sending a shiver down my spine in anticipation.

            His lips formed a smirk.

            "You were checking me out, huh?" he questioned smugly, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

            A hot blush spread from my lower neck to my cheeks. It wasn't as if he wasn't attractive. Far from it. In fact, I daresay he was the most handsome and attractive person to have ever walked the halls of my university. Windswept chocolate locks with a silver streak that were coupled with normally apathetic or on rare occasions, wildly enraged scarlet eyes that exuded danger and mystery. High cheekbones that I so wished to grab with my hands to bring his soft, cherry lips downwards and closer to my face so that I could meet them with my own. A lithe but strong body, not bulky and awkward but designed for speed, agility, and grace but not lacking in power whatsoever. In short, his physical appearance was at a level of perfection so great that not even gods could hope to compare to him.