About Falling

Bam and Cheyenne ate their dinner, sharing little to no conversation. Cheyenne had too much in her mind, and wanted more than anything to know what was on his.

Bam studied her changing expression and wondered what was leaving her so quiet. He had so many things to tell her, and one especially important thing. He just couldnt find the words or courgae. Was it too soon? Would she run?

"Thank you for dinner, Bam. It's amazing." Cheyenne smiled when they finished.

"Of course." He nodded.

"I finally get to go back to family." She sighed happily.

"You couldn't before?"

She shook her head and left it at that. "You will love my grandparents."

"I just hope they love me."

"Don't worry, they will. Expect my cousins to freak out over you though, they love you."

"Do they know I'm your boyfriend?"

"Cayden, the oldest, does." She nodded and listened to the music that was playing.

"Want to dance?" He asked

Cheyenne looked at him. "Of course."

Bam got up and walked around the table to her, holding out his hand. She places her's in his and stood up. He held her hand gently and pressed his free hand onto her lover back. Chey rested her hand on his shoulder and her head on his chest. Cheyenne knew this song and it was one of her favorites.

"As hours move to minutes
And minutes take longer to break
I will be desperately awaiting
But my tongue won't fall apart
And we've been sitting here for hours
All alone and in the dark

So let me think of how to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?"

Cheyenne sang along quietly. Bam listened to her over anything else. She looked up at him and thought over the words in his own head.

Who says it first?

"This is a perfect night." Bam sighed.

"To add to a near perfect life." Chey smiled.

Bam nodded and looked at her. "And it's all thanks to you."

"I think it's the other way around." She blushed

And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's
Sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall
Like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question
"Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice
He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing
To no one but me?