A True Fiction of Omniscience

People talk about me, but some are afraid to speak my name without worrying. I am omnipresent, yet many of you don’t realize that I exist in everybody. I am both mysterious and romantic. More about me later, let us commence the story.

When the people truly feel my presence, I change lives. Off the time machine, we are now back in January 2010. Emotions are running high. After quite a long break from visiting each other, two teenagers were ready to let me into their lives.

“Hey Jackson.” A tall blonde guy stopped his thought to look down at the origin of the voice. He looked downwards at the redheaded woman with glasses. She was truly a spectacle to see.

“Yes Betty?” Jackson glanced directly into the steel blue eyes that always showed emotion, those same eyes that he had always adored. Those eyes that could heat his heart while radiant. Those eyes that could break him to pieces while experiencing hurt.

“I need to tell you something.” Her eyes were difficult to read at this point, looking somewhere between getting moist or shining brighter than had ever been achieved before.

“What is it, baby?” The young looking, innocent face of the male counterpart looked very confused. With my help, he was still able to look her in the eyes while speaking to her. However, when her reaction to this response was heavily delayed, the young man started to feel discouraged. She caught grip of her thoughts and emotions, however, and continued with her conversation.

“I…I Love you.”

I have finally been spotted in this place. This 19-year-old truly was convinced that she found me in this boy who looks like he was lost in the midst of transformation into a man. Like I said about myself before, however, I am both mysterious and romantic. More simply, you will find me when you least expect it. She spoke the name of Love.

Jackson was taken aback by this action. Sure, she definitely was into him, and yes, he most certainly cared an awful lot about her. Did he feel my presence as well through his immature mind and his life story? At this point, his lips separated slightly. It was nothing romantic, this 18-year-old just felt scared. His mind took a rewind back to the last person that he experienced me in. He needed to force himself to breathe. He looked off in the distance, as if to try to find possible words for this situation.

Could he find me? Better question. Could he believe in me if he were to find me around? Well, it’s now or never. Betty took it to the next level, and Jackson could find me fast or not have to worry about her any longer.

“Jackson?” Two years passed before he answered. He played every scenario possible in his mind. It was actually fifteen seconds, but I am abstract. I do not have to pay attention to the physical limitations of the world.

“I Love you too.” Whether or not he believed it as much as he could have, he did feel my presence in the space. And I am the omniscient narrator, mind you, so I know for a matter of fact that he did feel Love. The lips of the two kept inching closer and closer. The breaths became more labored as they inched towards each other very very slowly. Their lips brushed, and then they collided. Inside of their mouths was a slow dance of the tongues against each other. That is what we like to call Love in Motion.

“Everybody laughs, everybody cries
Sure it can hurt you, baby
But give it a little try
See that's the thing about Love”

- Alicia Keys

Alicia Keys described me perfectly. Pardon the interruption from the story, but I am the narrator, which means that I can narrate my own thoughts perfectly well, thank you very much. Anyhow, the story gets left off at their tongues brushing against each other. For those who think that I am innocent, please do not fall in me. Anyhow, let us fast forward to the next scene.

The motley two decided to leave and go back to the dormitories. When they got back, they took to their favorite activity – cuddling. They snuggled up in Betty’s bed, allowing their body heat to emanate off one another as they pulled the covers over their heads. Jackson, being the kind of man to hate clothes, took off his shirt and threw it on the spotless floor. He had your average body. Slightly over six feet, not too toned, but some large feet. Just your normal. He put his arms around Betty in a hug at first, and he allowed his hands to linger down the wrinkles of her pink shirt to her waist, decorated in some dark jeans. She grabbed the wrists of both of his hands and pulled them slightly further down her waist, and then up to her stomach. Jackson took this opportunity to lift her shirt to slightly above her navel and play with her navel piercing. His hands meandered their way back around her waist, and the noises went from breathing to kissing again.

Betty, as can be guessed so far, was a complete angel to Jackson. Everything he wanted was coming to be. Everything he needed was found in her embrace. He was everything she wanted. She found solace in his eyes. That being said, their cuddling was turning pretty intense. Betty was now positioned above Jackson on the bed, and her shirt was removed. Underneath, a pair of large breasts was partially held in by a pink bra. Alicia Keys was tinkering on her piano in the background with that soulful croon that makes Lovers Love even more.

“Have that reckless Love
That crazy Love
That off the wall won't stop till I get enough kind of Love
I need that Love
So baby, let's go”

After this, the pair decided to try to find that crazy Love. And find it they did. They gave their bodies to each other in a gesture to me for four hours, starting and stopping, but not without a plethora of massive culminations of the experience.

However, there is a reason for privacy. In fact, some may see it as a closed-door policy. But hey. Catch me if you can. These two teenagers found me in the height of their lives, and it’s not difficult to find me. Just look in the right places, and I should show up without condition.