Without knocking Brennan stepped, with forced purposefulness, some reluctance, and a lot of nervousness into my office
Relationship Difficulties(ish)
Confession
Without knocking Brennan stepped, with forced purposefulness, some reluctance, and a lot of nervousness into my office, pushing the door closed behind her. I only glanced up from my computer screen at her entrance but when she came to stand in front of my desk and stared at me she became decidedly difficult to ignore. When she was satisfied she had my attention she spoke. Her words seemed to trip over one and other as they fought to make it off her tongue. The very rushed sentence she spoke was almost impossible to understand, but I got the gist of it.
"I have a problem."
When my only response was to stare rather blankly and a little expectantly at my best friend she clarified.
"Of the sort that you solve." Her words were met with more staring on my part. "Oh, you know, Ange… relationship difficulties." It required all my self restraint not to laugh at her awkwardness (it was so damn cute), which made it very difficult to talk, but I managed.
"I'll do what I can; sit and spill."
The tall brunette perched on the arm rest of my squishy armchair before saying, in all seriousness, "Angela Montenegro you must swear upon art itself that you will not repeat any part of this conversation to anyone, ever, even under threat of impending death." Whatever this was about, it was big. And I wanted to know every dirty little detail so I was quick to respond.
"I swear, I swear, now get on with it, I'm dying to hear all about this guy and the juicy gossip her bring." Being Tempe her response was a touch unorthodox.
"You are not dying Ange… Are you?" The last two words came out so horrified the intensity startled me.
"Of course not sweetie, it was a metaphor" I said reassuringly.
"Oh." She sounded so relieved I was worried her troubles had to do with a boyfriend soon to pass on. When she spoke again several minutes later it was without prompt and once again her words tumbled over each other.
"There's this guy and there was mutual attraction which led to a knight of passion which was supposed to be the end of it but it wasn't and I haven't got a clue what to do which is where you come in." When the rush of words stopped Brennan was blushing slightly and out of breath.
"Do you still like him?" I questioned. She just nodded. "Does he like you?" Another nod. "I can't say I'm seeing the problem. By the sounds of it you've found a nice boyfriend who cares for you. Just get together and enjoy your love for one and other."
The little crease between her eyebrows that she usually reserved for difficult skeletons had made an appearance. When she spoke she met my gaze. The grey-green depths of her eyes were turbulent; confused, scared, exhilarated and any number of other emotions I did not have time to register before she glanced away.
Her words came out sounding troubled and a little frantic. "Ange, the problem is not our continued attraction; the difficulty arises from the fact that I now carry his child."
A/N: I will continue this; I'm just not sure where or how far I'll take it.