Chapter 2: Meant To Be
Jane remained on the shoreline, looking over the sea water with her bright hazel eyes. Her hair moved gently in the sea breeze. She grinned to herself with foresight, leaning her cheek against one hand as she balanced her shading blended glasses.
She wore a blonde shirt that left her arms exposed and shorts that looked pleasant and simple to wear. Her mahogany hair was bound once more from her face, supplementing her angelic reasonable look. She remained calm, attempting to make sense of her new found love for T-bone.
They have known one another since they were children. They both met in a group home and always protected each other. They had mixed so regularly that, regardless of all distinctions, others frequently mixed up them as kin.
"Jane," T-bone said just with an appreciating look-over and a radiating smile. His small figure complimented his short hair that was brushing against his ear. He was wearing his standard regular clothes. His skin was pale and his structure was slender. A reddish-brown mustache brushed against his lip. As Jane moved closer, she got a note of his familiar fragrance: sweet, rich lavender. She smiled to herself. It commonly helped her to remember the time they shared.
"T-bone, what are you doing here?" Jane asked enthusiastically, bringing him into a hug. After that, they started to stroll along the shoreline.
The air was salty and warm, the sun shining bright and the waves made the mood even better, but Jane couldn't let herself be happy. She wanted to go after T-bone's hand, to feel comfort, but she couldn't. Despite the fact that she attempted to stop them, her lips trembled, and the tear fell.
In any case, she couldn't avoid T-bone. He took her by the hand and drew her toward himself, and when she gazed upward into his face he had a grin hotter than the sun.
"What's wrong?" he inquired. "You look so sad!"
She attempted to grin, to reveal to him that she was cheerful there, with him, however her rose lips would not comply with her.
"I'm sad," she regretted saying, ducking her head. His fingers, delicate however tender, tipped her jaw up.
"Why are you sad?" he asked worried, looking into her eyes.
"It's not that important," Jane she shaking her head violently, sending her hair to whip right out of the bun.
She turned away as the tears came again, spilling out like a water fall. T-bone was quiet for a moment. His arms circled around her and she let herself lean back against his warm, gentle chest. She always felt safest when she was with him.
"I want you to know you can talk to me about anything," T-bone said softly. "I love you, Jane."
"Thank you, T-bone!" she mumbled adoringly. She turned in his arms and caught his face between her fragile hands. For a long minute, they just looked into one another's eyes, each filled with conflicting feelings, more deep than the sea surrounding them.
"Look the sun is going down."
Jane lifted her head at T-bone's words to see the sun diminishing.
After a moment of silence, T-bone took Jane's hands in his and said discreetly and truly, "Jane, I have to say something," he paused before looking back into her eyes, "without you, I would not be here today. We have been by each other side since we were children. Even when we both were forced to separate we still found each other years later and I just wanted to say, Thank you…I guess."
Jane exhaled with happiness and brought him closer. She looked at the sun falling, thinking about everything that just happened.
"I adore you, T-bone."
"I adore you as well, Jane."
Their lips met as the sand was their witness and T-bone, her forever unwavering significant other. Jane pondered internally that nothing could be more perfect then this moment.
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Martin was lounging around the liver room waiting for the pizza when the door bell rung .Surprised, he opens the door to see Ruthie holding a box of pizza and a drink.
"Um, is Sandy here?" Ruthie asked totally taken back. Martin was a bit taller with broad shoulders. He had dark short hair and devilish grin on his face.
Martin was so shocked that all he could do was smile and stare at Ruthie. He finally took the pizza and soda bottle out of her hands as she turned to walk away.
"Wait!" Martin yelled running after her, "Can we talk? We haven't talked in a while."
Ruthie looked at Martin trying to hold back the tears. She thought the feelings she had for him was over, it's been almost a year.
"I have something to do," she hurried and going to her car as Martin hurried behind her, "what are you doing?"
Martin jumped in the passenger seat, just when she put the key in the ignition.
"Either you're running from me or…" Martin paused looking over at Ruthie with a huge smile on his face. He got a rise out of the fact that he still knew Ruthie had feelings for him. He knew her like the back of his hand.
"I hate you!" She yelled as her hand swung wildly at him and laughter escaped her mouth, "What is so funny?"
Martin had both of her hands now still smiling ear to ear, "I'm laughing at you. You're funny and cute, just a little."
Martin let Ruthie hands go as she hit him playfully one more time on his shoulder.
"What do you want Martin Brewer." Ruthie had to admit, Martin still knew how to make her laugh.
"Come upstairs for a little and I promise I'll let you go if you want to leave after that." Martin explained. He led Ruthie back up to Sandy apartment and explained to her Sandy was with Rose for the weekend and obviously was confused why Ruthie was even at Sandy place.
Ruthie was sitting on the couch flipping through channels, eating a slice of pizza as Martin tried his hardest to get her to explain why she was there.
"Martin, don't you see me watching a show? It really rude to talk while someone is watching TV!" Ruthie stated at Martin who walked away obviously getting frustrated.
"Two can play this game." Ruthie thought. She finally got up and joined Martin in the kitchen.
"Irritated?" Ruthie asked sitting on the counter as he ignored her, "the silent treatment really?"
Since, Martin back was turned flipping through a sport magazine Ruthie looked through the cabinets and found what she's been looking for.
She poured herself a full glass before putting the bottle back where it came from and proceeded back to the couch.
Martin walked over and sat next to Ruthie on the couch as she was sipping on her drink.
The smell of honey and liquor hit Martin nose. He gave Ruthie a death stare as she looked at his face and started to laugh.
"You want some?" She offered knowing Martin will be pissed that she was drinking Jack Daniels.
"Ruthie! What are you…?"
"Stop being a sissy! "Ruthie yelled pushing the drink in Martin face,"just drink some!"
