WHEN I'M GONE: MATTIE AND LANCE : I own no characters except for Mattie and Lance and a couple of others, the rest is Stephanie Meyer's characters...also, no profit is being received for this short side story, more's the pity 'cause it's really good if I do say so myself.
AN: Third Chapter...it's getting there...I like building up to it. ML fans, read and review! I live on reviews and although this story is complete, I still need the reviews to feel inspired to progress with Seth's story...
CHAPTER THREE
She tried to read her psych book, tried to pretend that all her focus and energy was not centered on the silent phone she could see out of the corner of her eye but she never had been a good liar, even to herself.
How was it, that after having such an amazing night, she now wondered if it had been a good idea? Was she going to end up regretting it? Was he going to end up being one of those guys that took what they wanted and walked away without looking back?
Oh, how she hated all these confusing thoughts just going round and round in her head. They were seriously driving her crazy.
Letting out a sigh, she admonished herself to put her brain to good use and that would involve psychology and not neurosis…although, neurosis was the current subject she was trying to read on.
What freaking coincidence, really.
Starting at the top of her page, she tucked her legs against her chest, her feet resting on the edge of her desk chair as she carefully read each word in an effort to concentrate.
There are many different specific forms of neurosis: obsessive-compulsive disorder, anxiety neurosis, hysteria and a nearly endless variety of phobias as well
as obsessions such as pyromania. According to Dr. George Boeree, effects of neurosis can involve "anxiety, sadness or depression, anger, irritability,
mental confusion –
Why the hell hasn't he called yet?
She picked up the phone, flipping it open to make sure it was on then flipping it close as she set it back on the desk.
It was almost ten o' clock for goodness sake. He said morning, right? I'll call you in the morning that was exactly what he'd said.
Ugh, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a little tug as she tried to focus on what she had been reading.
According to Dr. George Boeree, effects of neurosis can involve "anxiety, sadness or depression, anger, irritability, mental confusion –
Had it been a mistake? Maybe that's why he had agreed to help her learn to climb, because he'd seen it as a way to get her into bed…oh, she couldn't blame him, he never did make a move in that direction, she was the one that invited him up, that made the decision to give him what she had held on to so hard.
Stupid, stupid Mattie, she scolded herself as she stared at the silent phone, you sure as hell know how to pick 'em.
First Embry, with his soul mate hang ups and now Lance…
Lance with those beautiful green eyes and that sexy smile.
Lance with the amazing hands that had taught her all night secrets about her body she didn't know existed.
Lance with the amazing ass.
She was an idiot, a stupid girl thinking that maybe –
She stopped in mid self-rant as the phone began ringing, picking it up to see the caller ID, trying to breathe normal as she let it ring a couple more times before flipping it open, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Hello?"
"What took you so long?"
She tried to breathe normal but the very sound of his voice, deep and oh so smooth, made her heart jump to her throat, "I was talking to my roommate about plans for this weekend."
Lance chuckled, "You're such a bad liar Mattie. You just let it ring to make me sweat, didn't you?"
Mattie rubbed her stomach, feeling the butterflies in it acting up, "Maybe."
"You're feeling insecure just 'cause it took me a while to call, aren't you?"
Mattie tucked her hair behind her ear, unable to keep herself from smiling, "Maybe…a little."
His chuckle made her get all tingly in a surprisingly new way, "I got hung up at work as soon as I walked in. Listen, I was wondering if you had time to meet me for lunch. Twelve thirty at C'est Si Bon. How about it?"
"That's a really fancy restaurant," Mattie turned to look at her closet, trying to mentally go through it.
"Yup. Wear something nice…and sexy."
Mattie giggled at the way he had said that, "Alright. I'll see you there."
Lance tried to breathe as he watched Mattie walk across the restaurant, wearing a simple black dress that had an off the shoulder collar and ended several inches below her knees…but the damn thing hugged her amazing body in a way that made him flash back to the night before when he'd had his hands all over those curves, used his mouth to push her over the edge, had those long legs wrapped tight around him as he–
"Hi," she smiled shyly at him as he stood up, her smile growing when he placed a kiss on her mouth.
"You look beautiful," he smiled down into her brown eyes before moving to pull her chair out for her.
"Thank you;" smiling up at him, she took the napkin from her plate and spread it across her lap, "You look very nice yourself. That's a very snazzy suit you're wearing."
He looked down at the charcoal colored suit he was wearing, the dark blue tie an exact shade to his button down shirt, "My work uniform."
"What do you do to have to wear such a fancy work uniform," Mattie smiled as he reached to take her hand in his, lacing his fingers with hers.
Smiling at her, he leaned closer, answering in a low voice, "I'm an assistant district attorney for the city of Seattle."
Mattie looked at him in surprise, "Wow. An ADA at twenty-six? Impressive."
Lance chuckled at her words, "Don't be so amazed, I went through a fast track program. That's actually how I met Daisy."
Mattie smiled as the waiter approached their table, "Are you ready to order?"
Lance gave Mattie a questioning look before turning to the waiter, "Actually no. Give us about five minutes, yes?"
"Yes sir."
Mattie opened her menu, looking it over, "I've never had French cuisine before…I have no idea what's good."
"Well," Lance lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, "If you're willing to trust me, I can order for you."
"Okay."
Mattie was trying so hard not to let her excitement show as they walked through the parking lot towards her car, their hands joined between them as they talked.
"When's your last class," he asked as they reached her car, pulling her into his arms.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him, "Ends at five thirty. Why?"
"I'll pick you up at six-thirty," he pressed his hand into her lower back, covering her mouth with his before she could say anything.
Grabbing onto his arms, she couldn't think at all as she got lost in the kiss, her entire body aching to get closer to his.
"Pack an overnight bag," he whispered against her mouth, darting his tongue over her bottom lip.
She nodded in response, unable to say anything as she tried to catch her breath, sliding her hands up his chest to his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss again.
Oh, but the boy could kiss!
