all I ever wanted, all I ever needed

is here, in my arms

words are very unnecesary,

they can only do harm

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Kyoko tried, she really did, to find the right way to tell him. She just... Couldn't. Something always held her back. The teen was unable to stitch together the correct phrases. Charden seemed too busy to listen to her. She didn't want to bother him, not like those immature girls at school bothered the more attractive males, Kyoko was deathly afraid of being lumped in with that demographic. A dozen times had she imagined the way it would happen, a dozen times, she saw a chance, and a dozen times, she told herself exactly how everything could blow up in her face.

Every time Kyoko saw Charden's face, he was looking off into the distance, far away, certainly not concerned with her, gaze focused forward, same determined expression offset by the soft blonde curls of his hair. And thus, she held back another confession.

Off to the airport again, Kyoko sat silently beside the man, drumming her fingers on the door. Biting her lower lip, Kyoko cleared her throat. The man turned his head to regard the girl, "Yes, Kyoko-san?" His voice was always this formal, low tones and clipped speech.

Kyoko tried to speak, instead croaked, then cleared her throat again, "Nothing, nothing..." the girl murmured, shaking her head. Charden pressed his lips together, blinking a couple of times before returning his attention to the road.

The teen kicked herself mentally, what was she doing?! She didn't want to make things weird.

But...

This wasn't Kyoko. This was a typical nervous teenager, and that wasn't Kyoko's style. She was straightforward, some dubbed her simple. Honest.

Steeling herself, the dark-haired girl looked over at Charden again. Most of the time, he drove with impeccable correctness, both hands firmly on the wheel at ten and twelve o'clock. They'd been driving for hours, though, and he had one hand on the wheel, the other arm propped on the console, hand dangling above the emergency brake.

Cautiously, Kyoko reached over, slipping her slender hand into his. Charden turned to look at her again, and she only smiled as a means of reply. The blonde exhaled softly, and continued driving. Slowly, his hand moved, twining her fingers between his. A pleasant, bubbly feeling rose in the girl's chest, and she blushed, squeezing his hand.

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AN:Yayyayyayay. I finally got a new notebook so I can write fic during school and type it and stuff againn. :dances:

Don't own anything, especially not Charden, Kyoko, or Enjoy the Silence, by Depeche Mode.