A few notes: First is, this is later than I expected. I've been really busy with finals and end-of-school things. I really need to get in the grove of updating every week or two -this is getting ridicules.
Second, there is a mention in here about Sarah's parents' anniversary. In Damaged it said it had only been five months but it had been almost a year so I need to go edit that.
Third, if anyone finds spelling errors please let me know so I can fix them. My Word document's spell check isn't working.
I think that's all! Enjoy! Let me know what you think! =)
Chapter 4: Mending
The next couple of days went by way too fast. It was uncommon for me. The first week of school usually seemed to drag on. I think it was the fact that I could wait for Thursday to come. So, of course, it came quickly. Stupid karma. I didn't know exactly why I was so nervous. But I was.
Or maybe it was the fact that I noticed something big was coming up this weekend. The first anniversary of my parents' death. It was weird for me to think that this time last year they were alive and well, and as far as we knew nothing was wrong. I planned to visit them this Saturday, but I didn't know if I could. And I didn't mean in ways of getting there. I just didn't know if I would be able to handle it. My brothers had lost parents too, but it felt different to me. Not to say that they didn't hurt as much, just saying that it as…complicated for me. I was there when it happened. And I remember it happening.
I had to push the thoughts away and out of my head before I got upset. I couldn't and didn't want to get upset here, at Jays. I was already uncomfortable. Curly had told me to meet him here at one o'clock. I had gotten ready far too soon and was here about half an hour early. Pony and Johnny had walked here with me. They were off in another part of Jays now…swearing to give me privacy. I had one arms on the table, my hand holding my head up as I watched the condensation drip off of the coke I had ordered.
Finally after another ten minutes, I heard the door open –which was normal- but this time the foot steps came toward me and a body slid in opposite me. I froze for a moment but then I told myself to stop being cowardly about it. It was sort of pathetic really.
So, internally kicking myself, I looked up at him. His deep blue eyes caught my attention immediately. They mesmerized me for a moment, as they often did.
"Hi," I said subtly, but not moving.
"Hey," he answered. "Have you been here long?" He tapped the glass cup that that was nearly empty.
"Half an hour, give or take," He seemed amused. "I was nervous."
"Why?" he asked simply.
"I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact that a relationship that I've had and cared about could be ending…"
He looked at me with a restrained face. "I thought it ended about a month ago," he tested.
I stopped tracing the rim of the cup, and sat up. "Angela told me what you that was gonna happen."
I struggled to find words. I didn't really know what to say to that. I didn't even know why I really thought it in the first place. This was Curly we were talking about. He was the one who broke up with me to keep me safe. I should have seen that he was coming here to fix the situation. I didn't even know if that meant 'get back together' or just be friends. And he was neutral enough not to give away any hints of his meanings.
"Curly, I-"
"Did you really think that I was coming here, that I've been bugging you, to just, in the end, not get things straightened out with us? Leave you high and dry…" His statement faded out.
I sighed, "Curly, I honestly didn't know what you wanted to do. You know as well as I do that they could come back and try to redeam themselves. So, ya know, I didn't know-" I told him. "Even if they did I don't want that to interfere with us. They know we're together anyway, and that it's a way to get to you."
Now he was mad. Not at me but that fact that I brought up I could be hurt just because I was with him. "Sarah, they wouldn't have even thought about touching you if you hadn't of been dating me. They didn't even know you!"
I looked at him incredulously. "Then how did they find out who I was?"
"They watched you, for a while at least. They pay attention to those things. Like that night at the theatre when we went with Wade and Ashley. They were there, they were already looking for ways to get to in and once I started kissing you it made it a little didn't even know they were there."
That was a little…disturbing. They could have been watching me the whole night and I didn't even know it. How comforting…
Not that it would have stopped me from ending the relationship with Curly. Me being me I wouldn't have cared at first. I had learned the hard way to care. But it was just like this scare being the reason I couldn't go out. I didn't want to be scared to be with Curly, not that I was, just because of them. I was so tired of them controlling minor things in my life. And I think it was time that I showed them, if they still were watching, that I wouldn't let them control my life. I could be just paranoid to; they might not be watching or trying to keep me from things at all. But all the guys seemed to think that they were.
I looked at Curly intensely and straightened my posture to more confident. "Ok, so without them, ignore them and all the stupid, annoying possibilities of things happening. What do you want to do?"
"Lets go outside." He told me. He stood up and offered his hand to me.
I smiled put the money down on the table and walked outside with Curly.
We walked over to his car and stood on the side where no one could see and faced each other, both of our eyes intent. "Answer the question." I demanded lightly.
His eyes seemed to scan my face for a moment. Thinking about doing a number of different things. Hopefully I got the answer that I wanted. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be with him again.
I got my answer in the same second of the thought. His hand slid out of my hand and around my wrist. He jerked me lightly forward, our bodies touching, and kissed me. Just like he used to, only this time more eager.
I smiled into the kiss and my hands left my side and went to hold his neck, holding him to me. I felt his own hand holding the back of my neck and the other had slipped from my wrist and up, grasping my arm. This continued for a moment until I pulled away to breath. When I was far enough away to see his face I could see that he was smiling. "That was ...nice." I commented.
He nodded slightly. "It was. I'd liked to do it again."
I laughed and brought him back down to me fervantly.
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