A/N: Hello fanfictioners! I am so so so so so a million times sorry for taking so long to update this, I've been a busy bee. Anyway, here's a short chapter, I hope you like! Enjoy and RR.
A few weeks had passed before Tim was released from the hospital. The doctor had told the Taylor family to make him as comfortable as possible in his last days. All Randy wanted to do was take the place of his father and he was pretty sure Mark and his mom felt the same way. Tim was still able to help around the house, cooking and cleaning, but Randy knew that inevitably his dad would be bed-ridden.
As Tim helped Randy cook vegetarian pasta for dinner, Tim couldn't help but to quip, "I always thought that I would die from one of my stupid accidents, not like this."
Randy just smirked to humor his dad, but on the inside he was sad. He wanted his dad to be there when he graduates from college and to witness him getting married to the woman of his dreams and not to mention grand-kids. Just thinking about it made him teary-eyed. He took a deep breath and disguised his anguish for the sake of his dad.
The dinner table was quiet and all one could hear was the clacking of silverware against plates. Someone threw in a comment about something on the news and weather, but no one got personal. Randy had to admit that it was kind of depressing.
That night just like every other night at the same time, Randy snuck Nira in to the house and in to his room. It was beginning to become a normal thing for the both of them, because this was how they could remain friends without anyone knowing.
Nira was wearing pink pajama bottoms, a white tank-top and black fuzzy slippers' which Randy thought was adorable, but he thought that of everything about her. Okay, so he's a guy and as one he was beginning to recognize some physical attributes of hers, like her breasts, they were really defined in that tank-top she was wearing and her long hair looked a bit more untamed than the night before.
"Randy, what are you staring at?"
Her voice snapped him out of his trance and he quickly turned away, pretending to browse the internet on his lap top as he sat at his desk with something hard growing underneath his sweat pants, thankfully, mom bought these a size too big, he thought in amusement. "Nothing, I was just thinking," was his reply.
"About?" she was laying on his bed reading one of his environmentalist magazines.
"Nothing important," he said as he typed away on the keyboard.
She rolled her eyes. "You know, we can't keep this up forever, eventually someone's going to find out," she changed the subject.
He rotated his desk chair around and decided not to answer her comment, but change the subject once more, "I've been thinking about those mysterious healing powers that you have, do you think it would kill you to heal my dad?"
Obviously not prepared for that question she sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. "Randy, your father's cancer is terminal and unfortunately there's a 90 percent chance that it could kill me."
He sighed and shook his head, "forget I even asked."
"Trust me; it's crossed my mind a few times,"
Randy stopped her, "No, just forget it; I couldn't let you take that kind of a risk."
Nira reasoned, "But there's still that 10 percent."
He glared at her firmly and said, "No."
"Well, unfortunate for you, this is my decision to make, Randall," she stood up and began for the stairs.
He quickly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back in to his room and threw her on his bed. He held her arms at her sides by her wrists and straddled her. "Why are you so stubborn?" It was more of a rhetorical question. She struggled to get out of his grasp, but it was no use.
She stopped and their eyes locked for but a moment. Randy, at this point, couldn't control what he was about to do next, he slowly lowered his lips on to hers. She didn't respond at first, but soon, the kiss was deepened and became passionate. She wrapped her legs around his hips and that drove him crazy, his next instinct was to gently grind himself against her, making her breathing heavy. He began to caress her neck, not letting go of her wrists, then he began to nibble which caused her hips to buck against him. It was then that she breathed, "We need to stop."
Hesitantly, he pulled away and said, "I'm sorry." He was still on top of her. "I don't know what I was thinking," he sat up before he stood up and began to pace a bit nervously.
She propped herself up on her elbows, "Look, I understand that you're vulnerable right now, so we'll just pretend this didn't happen and move forward with our friendship."
Maybe she was right, but he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her and he loved being around her. The problem was Wilson and of course if she even thought of him in that way. By the way her body responded to him as they "kissed" or "made-out", you'd think she felt the same, but unfortunately women are confusing beings. Randy just nodded and muttered, "Yeah, you're probably right."
"I should get going," she stood up awkwardly.
"What? No, it's not even two," he detested and just stared at her in a pleading manner. "Look, I know I messed up, but don't let that get in the way of our friendship."
She just stared at him for a moment before she sighed. "Randy, I can't…"
He walked up to her and didn't know what came over him; he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in to him. Their eyes locked and before he could think his lips were caressing hers once more.
"What in the bloody hell has gotten into you, Randall?" she pushed him away a bit upsettedly.
He stayed quiet, not even he knew, he felt like a teenager with raging hormones. He was in college now for crying out loud.
"I'm gonna go now, this is absurd," in saying that she left.
What is going on with me? This isn't coming from just anywhere; she's supposed to be just a friend… Randy sat on his bed burying his face in his hands, completely frustrated with himself and his emotions. Maybe she's right; I'm just really vulnerable right now… Cheating girl friend, now ex-girlfriend, dad's dying and not to mention Wilson's little outburst… Maybe all I'm trying to do is let out my frustrations? He cocked an eyebrow. Yeah that's it, I'm gonna go with that. He then fell back, plopping himself on his bed.
