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Who needs me?
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Brennan's POV:
I was – as most of my Friday evenings – alone on my sofa. I was supposed to start working on my new novel, but it seemed pointless. Yes, I enjoyed writing, it was one of my favorite things to do, but why would I put so much work into publishing a book, if the only good thing that came out of it was money? The money I had no one to share with…
The only person that came to my mind, when I thought about sharing anything (everything!) with, was most likely out on a dinner with his girlfriend. Hannah seemed better than me in almost everything (except I am a genius and a bestselling author, of course). I hadn't even noticed how sad it had made me, until a tear slipped down my cheek.
I remembered the conversation I was involved in earlier that day and it made me even more depressed.
It used to only be us, Booth and I, who knew about our past. Hell, I used to be the only person, besides his relatives, who knew about his early years. Now, there was a third person. I felt let down in a way… I don't really know if Booth has shared his childhood memories, more like nightmares, with Hannah, but it would be odd if he hasn't. He is in love with her after all.
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Booth and Angela had always said, that I have walls built around me and that, whenever I told someone something personal about me, something I wasn't quite the most comfortable with sharing, those walls of mine would lower an inch. With Hannah, knowing so much of the personal information… private things that only Booth and I had shared up until then… it felt as if my metaphorical walls had been shaken by an earthquake, driven over with a bulldozer and trampled down by a giant Yeti. Not that I believe that Yetis exist!
I cannot say I was angry with Booth. It was me, who told him to tell Hannah everything, after all. But he had to be honest with the person he loves. I knew that it was something he needed to do, because hiding things from her was eating him from the inside out, .
I also worried what Hannah would do, when she finds out about the actual feelings Booth and I once admitted to each other. She already looked quite worried, just by knowing how strong our friendship is…
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I heard the kettle let out a sound and stood up, to get the tea, noting that I already had enough going on that day. So I decided, I wouldn't work on my novel to tire myself even more; I would just finish reading my Anthropology Journal and go to sleep.
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All I hoped, for the next time I met Booth, was that things wouldn't be awkward between us. The last thing I needed, was not to be able to talk to him normally. Yes, I had feelings for him, but for our friendship, I was willing to push them to the side - if that was the only way I could have him around…
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Once the tea was finally ready, I put it on the back burner so it could cool down and went to my bedroom to change in my sleeping attire. I opened my bottom dresser drawer and pulled out my favorite sleeping shirt; a FBI black T-shirt that Booth had left at my apartment and I couldn't bring myself to return. It was a little long on me, but not too bad. It rested at my lower thighs. I pulled it on in slow motion (even though I usually didn't want to lose time on this kinds of things, I realised there was no point to rush), wondering what Booth would think, if he saw me in his shirt, and nothing else, besides the black panties that I was wearing underneath…
Pull yourself together, Temperance! You are only partners. He has a girlfriend… You don't have a right to think about him in that way – you lost it a long time ago! I heard a voice reminding me in the back of my head and a cold surge of regret flooded over my heart.
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I was just finishing pulling the shirt over my head, when the doorbell rang. Regretting my slowness, I went to go answer the door, not even remembering that the shirt was the only thing I was wearing. I wondered who might need me past 9 at night and started to get worried. Booth used to come and help on the paperwork – sometimes even past midnight – but he was the last person I expected to hear, after asking 'who is it'.
I looked through the peep-hole and recognized nobody else, but him! I thought that I must be hallucinating as an unexplainable feeling of happiness rushed through me. I didn't even think of the possible reasons, why he was standing there, on my 'welcome' carpet. I only felt relieved and comfortable.
"Hi, Booth," I said with a hint of a smile on my face.
Soon, as I opened the door and seen his eyes take in my appearance, I realized the mistake I had made. Not only my lack of clothing made his eyes grow big – his gaze was fixed on the logo of my (or should I say his?) T-shirt…
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To be Continued…
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Thanks for reading! I love getting reviews (it would be especially nice to get to the number 100 this time :) So please, tell me what you think. I'll try to post the next one in a week, though school is officially crazy from this month on :-/ Also; I'm sorry for over-comma-ing the previous chapter, but I was confused, so I Wikipedia-ed 'comma' and got even more confused, because it's completely different from what we have here… Tell me if it's better/worse now!
Have a lovely weekend
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