I turned around to see Mister Brewer. And he didn't look pleased at all.
"I forgot my clothes so-"
"So you had to take that dress?! His tone was angry, furious and it actually scared me.
"Jack brought it for me. I didn't know that-"
"You never know! Get it off, now!" His demanding voice echoed threw the room.
"Sir, I have to dress with something, and I don't think it's such a problem that I am wearing one of your ex-wife-" I said, hoping, praying, he would understand.
"That was the dress she wore when I proposed to her!" Suddenly I felt like the one who didn't understand.
"I..I didn't know.." I said, finally realizing the importance of the dress for him. "I am so sorry, I will just take it off." I started heading to the bathroom but he stopped me.
"No... I am sorry. It's just that the way the dress falls on your body! You almost look like her... Of course except for your hair and eyes. I guess it had brought back memories." He said, his voice now weak, helpless.
"Sir, may I say something?"I asked, trying to sound mature.
"What?" He asked. The way he said it, like a little kid hoping that even thought his teddybear was lost it will find its way to him. I smiled lightly.
"Your ex-wife... She was beautiful on the outside, I had seen it with my eyes but I don't know how beautiful she was inside, and that matters the most sometimes. Also she is the past and I assure you there are so many beautiful women waiting out there. The past is the past and you can't change that. But you can live in the present, and you can make your own future." I said. I don't know why I had just said that but it seemed to have an effect on Jack's father.
"Kim, you are right, but every time I try and spend my time with Jack and Sarah, I see her face, her long brown hair, her beautiful blue eyes, everything and I can't stand it. But I shall not tell you know all my problems. Kim, you are an enchanting young lady, so mature for your age and I can see how you look at my son. And I think you would be so good for him." I was surprised, taken aback by his words. As I processed everything from the thing he knew how his kids felt to the way he knew I like Jack and I finally answered.
"Thank you, sir-" I started but I was cut off.
"Please, call me George?" He said, his voice once again normal, calm. I sighed soundlessly.
"Are you sure that-"
"Positive."
"Ok...George." I said. It felt a bit wired but I guess I could get used to it. I heard the door open and footsteps making their way to the bed. As the figure sat on the bed next to me I don't know how but, without even looking knew it was Jack.
"Well I am gonna leave now." George said. As the door closed a moment of silence erupted.
"Want to help me paint the garage?" Jack asked after a while. I gave him a weird look.
"Why paint the garage?" I replayed confused. What was with the garage?
"You'll see!" He said and took my hand leading me downstairs and out of the house in the backyard. As he touched that small part or my skin I could feel those strange butterflies in my stomach. However I shook them off because I didn't need that! I didn't want them an I surely didn't like the we arrived I looked astonished at the garage door. It seemed so old and rusted, like it had gone through World War I and II. It was incredible how a simple door could look so horrible.
"See?!" Jack said, determining my eyes to turn away from the door...well, sort of door and look at him.
"Yeah... We got a lot of work to do!" I said. I never liked leaving things undone or not done at all.
"Ok! Lets start! Where is the paint and where are the brushes!" I said enthusiastically.
"Right here!" He answered while pulling out of nowhere a lot of paint.
"And brushes?" I asked, a little scared at sudden sudden evil smirk that planted on his face.
"But we don't need brushes, trust me!" Jack said looking straight into my eyes. His face, the way his eyes seemed to talk for themselves, the way his lips were forming a grin made me realize that he was planning on painting, just not the garage...
"Jack, before you do anything this is your mo-" I didn't get to finish as light blue paint flew on the beautiful white dress. I gulped. Jack's father was going to kill me. As if he read my mind, Jack said:
"Auch... Dad's gonna soooo kill you!" He said, a playful smirk making its way to his face. "Here I can fix it!" He added, his tone changing from caring to pure evil. He threw green paint again, some of it falling on the door while the most of it was covering the blue strain. "See! No blue strain!" He finally said.
"You know, I think pink would be a good color on you!" I said as I managed to process everything that had just happened to me and the beautiful dress. I grabbed the pink paint and threw it on Jack. A few drops fell on the garage too. I looked at Jack. He was pink from head to toe!Revenge, sweet revenge.
"Well Kimmy, what was your favorite color again? Maybe...pink!" He said, looking like someone so desperate for revenge like me.
"No! Please no-" I started as he swiftly moved next to me but I didn't get to finish because hugged me, some of the paint on me now. Really?! Pink! No freakin' way!
"Yeah... by the way, have you ever thought how you would look with purple hair?" I asked him sweetly as I hid the purple paint behind me.
"No... why do you- Oh no Kim! No no no! Not my -" But it was too late as the pain flew across the small garden and in Jack's hair. I looked at a now pink and purple Jack.
"Wow... Jack... Never die your hair purple!"His face chanced suddenly, in spite of the recent purple incident, from mad to that 'I am gonna get revenge' look. I gulped as I saw him getting nearer, red and green paint in each of his hand. As he got closer and prepared to throw at at me, I moved swiftly, the paint falling on the garage door.
"Too bad! You missed!" I said faking a sad puppy face and leaning on the garage door. But he didn't look mad or sad cause he missed. In fact he looked satisfied.
"Really Kim? What about you turn around and we will se then." I gulped. Stupid me! I leaned on wet paint. Way to go, Kim!
"Shit!" I muttered. Jack chuckled at my actions. "You are sooo gonna pay, Brewer!" I said, already angry.
"Oh so now we are using the last name thing, Crawford?" He asked. He had no idea what he was getting into. Do not mess with Kim Crawford! I grabbed the black paint and threw it with all my might in Jack's direction. He was taken by surprise but moved out of the way in the last second, the paint once again waisted on the garage door. But I was not giving up now. I grabbed the yellow paint and it fell all over Jack's body, a few drops, however once again on that old door. I studied the now colorful boy in front of me... he was all yellow and pink, with just some little purple in his hair.
"Gosh, Jack! You have no idea how to match the colors!" I said playfully.
"At least I don't look like a walking rainbow!" He answered, using the same playful tone. I was about to say something when men voices were heard.
"Jack, Kim, what is going on in here!" George voice echoed in the small backyard as he and his boss appeared in view. He looked at us, with his angry face almost every father puts on whenever he wants to act all mean and strict. But that is a huge almost. But as just a few seconds passed his face was turned into a huge grin.
"You two did this?" He asked, satisfaction in his voice. He was looking at the garage door, and I really didn't get what he was so happy about. That was, of course, before I had turned around. My eyes studied the door up and down as my brain was struggling to get how the hell a horribly looking door just about half and hour ago looked now so beautiful and colorful. But it was impossible to understand. I guess our paint fight turned the poor door into something beautiful. All the color we had used had their places on the new looking door.
"Yes, dad, we did this!" Jack said interrupting my thoughts. "You are not mad at Kim for the dress now, are you?" He continued. Yep. I was gonna die today.
To my surprise George shook his head and left. I turned to Jack and muttered a thanks as I knew the two could still hear us. As the two voices were getting harder be harder to be heard I noticed Jack starring at me. I looked back up at him, our eyes meeting and locking. I gave him a small smile and he smiled back, his body moving a little closer. What was he planning on doing? Was he gonna kiss me? Should I let him kiss me? Should I kiss back? But do I like him? Of course I like him! But do I love him? I... I... I don't know. As he got closer and closer I realized I couldn't do this. Not now, not when my life was so messed up, not when I had decided that love hurts. I turned my head away, looking at the ground. I felt Jack stop as he was so close to my body. But I could feel a nice worm feeling as he got even closer and asked:
"Kim, what's wrong?"
In a split of second my smile appeared once again.
"Where was the music room you were talking about?"
I am once again sorry for not updating in time. I can't manage to handle the story if I have to post it in a strict time. So I am gonna try and post a chapter between one and four days. The reason I couldn't update in time(once again :( ) was because I have fought with my parents, my best friend AND my boyfriend and I literally was broken. I was going to post yesterday but I hadn't slept in three days in a row and I don't know how good this chaper is. Anyway I am really sorry and I hope you all are not mad at me.