Crystal Clear
Okay, you asked… well a certain number of you asked… Not Melissa, that's for sure! I still love ya Melissa!!! (HAHA, all aboard the Getty Train). Fiona, Ashlee, Mandy, here ya go my dears. Lets have some fun. This is my idea of what happened after the kiss in the storage room. Getty survives his accident and Mack never shows back up. Getty in turn takes that happy place. Sorry if you don't like Getty and Denise, but I do, henceforth, lets begin our journey on the Getty Train!
Denise shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Closing her eyes, she felt the back of her head make contact with the wooden door. What had just happened? She had kissed another man is what had just happened. Was she insane? Yes, no, maybe just a little, yes she was definitely insane. The way their lips molded together, the gentle touch of his hands on her face. Getty had kissed her and she had kissed him back. What started as an innocent conversation turned into so much more. She wanted to slap herself, she wanted to laugh, she wanted to feel bad, she just wanted … something.
"Oh God." She said aloud.
"Denise?" Nurse Baxter asked as she came to a stop in front of Denise.
Denise quickly opened her eyes praying to God they hadn't heard her. "Hi?"
"Are you okay?" Nurse Baxter asked while the three other nurses questioned her with her eyes.
"Fine, just fine, just taking a breather." Denise hoped the man on the other side of the door heard the group talking.
It was wrong to think. Just as she placed her hands low on the door to push herself into a standing position, Getty opened the door.
"Shi…" Denise gasped as the air circled around her and pulled her backwards like a magnet.
She felt two strong arms on her waist just as she felt herself fall against his hard body saving her from the ground and hard fall. She heard him laugh just as she saw the faces on the group of nurses standing in front of her. Instantly, she felt Getty's body shift and start to move backwards taking her with him. With a quick and swift movement, Getty's body hit the floor with a loud gasp from escaping from his mouth. Denise felt the gush of air by her ear moved her head to the side bringing her ear directly beside his mouth.
"That was smooth." Getty whispered as Denise burst into a fit of laughter.
"Ouch." Denise said when she finally was able to take a breath.
"Ouch, what the hell Denise. I'm the one that got smashed on the hard floor." Getty groaned.
Denise started to move into a sitting position when Getty's grasp on her waist tightened. "Not smart. You'll hurt me."
"I need to get up." Denise insisted shifting her body causing the man below her to groan again and close his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Nurse Baxter asked with no smile.
"Yes we are perfect, cant you tell?" Getty said with a smile as Denise grasped his hand trying to remove it from her waist.
"Let me go." Denise insisted as she finally got his hand released from her side and pushed herself up, causing him to shift beneath her.
"Denise, don't …" Getty started.
"Why don't you all just stand there, I don't need help up. Its ok, really." Denise smarted off to the group of nurses gawking at them.
"Well since you are so inclined to be rude, I believe we have things to do." Baxter marched off down the hallway being followed by her fellow believers.
"Good going smart ass." Getty laughed as he laid his arms out to the side on the cold storage room floor.
Denise shifted her weight on his lap as he grunted from her movement. She moved her legs to straddle him and grabbed the door frame, pulling herself off him. She smiled as she turned and offered him a hand. He now had his hands behind his head and a smirk on his face. Denise stood over him and placed her hands on her hips.
"Knock it off. Now come on before more gossip spreads around the hospital." She reoffered her hand and smiled when he grasped it.
He stood up and came face to face with Denise, not letting go of her hand. He glanced each way down the hallway then pulled her closer to him. "I meant what I said."
"No, you didn't." She let go of his hand and turned away from him.
"You just need a long bike ride Denise. Clear your head." He yelled after her as she shook her head and slowly glanced over her shoulder.
"Oh I'm clear Getty, crystal clear." She smiled and continued down the hallway.
"I figured you would be." He smirked after her as he turned and headed in the opposite way.
"That arrogant ass." Denise said to herself as she slowed her walk.
Denise stopped at the nurse's station and turned around. At the same moment, Getty, halfway down the hall stopped as well. He slowly turned around with a smile on his face.
"Getty?" She asked him and started toward him.
"Denise, you made it clear to me when you walked out of the storage room." Getty stated
"Did I? Because I don't feel I did. I had a moment of…." Denise raised her hand to his face.
"Weakness?" Getty touched her arm.
"Courage." She corrected and smiled at him.
"You walked away." He moved his hand up her arm bringing chills to her skin.
"No, I was just seeing if you would come after me." She leaned toward him bringing their lips inches apart.
"I did." He could feel her breath on his face and the warmth of her hands as she placed them on his chest and then…………….then………………….
She smiled at him.
She pushed him away just as a group of doctors and nurses rounded the corner into the hallway. "Keep those ideas doctor. They might get you what you want one of these days." She turned and glided down the hallway to the parking garage.
"Yes, they will." He laughed and followed quickly behind her, out the doors, to the garage where their bikes were parked.
