And another chapter, hop you will like it. It might get M-rated so be sure you track this story, cause I might need to changed its setting.
Chapter 4.
'Steves ...', Alex let out in a small cynical way. It was the result of his mind trying to deal with it, but his heart was started to get aware of what she was talking about. 'I mean ...', he instantly added, knowing mentioning her like that was just the same as telling her to not take life that hard, as it wasn't. But it was, he knew it damn well.
Stevie suddenly stared at him, her big brown eyes filled with a mix of agitation and sadness; 'just go back will you, just have fun at the pub.' It was that same way of pronouncing her words that made Alex agitated right now. 'Like I don't understand, right? Like I am a dumb ass. If that's what you like to think of me!' His raised voice, and the hurt look in his eyes, made her winch a bit back. Stevie swallowed. Why did she always say the wrong things to the people she cared about. Why couldn't she be a mother, a daughter, a sister? A friend?
'I don't', she blurted out in full force, making her move a step forward. The tip of her boot messing with the dust underneath. 'I … I … I can't stay, it would only make things complicated. I will mess things up.' Alex shook his head in return; 'what would you mess up Stevie, you are great!' Those last few words got to him, realising he had said those. It suddenly eased them. He never had said those words in this way, in a way you tell someone you care.
Looking down, watching how her foot made circles in the sand, Stevie felt the emotions march through her body. Normally she would do a runner right now. But she knew Alex would come after her. He wasn't as easily reassured as Claire was. Just like this evening proofed. 'You are …', his voice went soft. It made Stevie feel a shiver, realising how much she loved that voice, the one he pulled up when he got gentle, the part of him that wasn't that cool cowboy, but was that boy inside of him, who wanted to be a man.
At that very moment she knew she was in it too deep all ready. Darn! 'Thanks', she muttered, slowly looking up at him. Alex narrowed his eyes and looked at her, trying to make sense of this young woman. She wasn't easy, oh hell, she wasn't easy. Some how he loved to have girls around him that were tough, amazingly stubborn, the ones he wouldn't touch with a finger as they were so much more that the easy girls. The ones he could fool. But this one, she held a certain softness underneath that barely showed, a femininity that was covered by toughness, hardship probably. How much did he know about her, about that family, where she came from? It puzzled him.
'You wanna hang out by the dam? I mean, just somewhere quiet … look at the stars'. If he didn't know better, this could be one of his pick up lines, but only this time he meant it. Stevie snorted; 'right … you are talking to the wrong girl, Alex'. She had been that girl, nearly five years ago, and she knew where that had taken her. Turning around to return to the pub, Alex marched behind her again, catching up. 'I don't mean it like that, I mean …', he sighed, why did this have to be so hard? 'I mean, I don't feel like going to the pub again, I feel like … I feel like spending some time with a mate who is about to leave, just that!' He was rather pleased with himself, those last lines came out fluently and very sure. He could only hope she would notice that too.
'You sure?', Stevie finally asked, stopping her fast pace. Alex stepped in front of her and looked at her, nodding like crazy. 'Hundred percent sure, cowgirl, you can trust me on this one!' She smirked a little at his ways, he was doing the best he could, making an effort. For her. 'Okay, Ryan, but I'll be driving'.