Disclaimer: Still own nothing . . .
Thanks Montana Magic for Beta-ing once again!
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Caitie darted past Jamie. She forcefully squeezed through a tiny space between him and the doorframe.
She started to run only to find Jamie chasing after her. He managed to grab a hold of Caitie's arm forcing her to stop fleeing. Caitie cringed in pain. Jamie immediately let go of his grip on her arm.
She looked down at the wet pavement of the gas station. Her hand was favoring the bruise that was fully developed; yet hidden under her thin sweater.
"Caitie . . ." Jamie began to speak.
Caitie looked up from the floor. "What."
Almost taken aback from an actual response, Jamie continued. "Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"You're no longer a high school EMT."
"The skills never leave," he responded half jokingly.
Caitie let out a small smile. "I think I'll live."
"How did . . . you know where to find me?" she asked quietly.
"Fate, Destiny, Chance . . .whatever you want to call it. I was riding by when I saw the gas attendant unlock the door for you."
Caitie nodded her head. She should have known. It all made sense. After all, Jamie was always by her side when she needed him . . . almost always.
"Come on. I'll take you home."
Jamie took Caitie by the hand and led her to his motorcycle.
*
"No traffic four in the morning," Jamie commented as he stopped in front of Caitie's apartment.
"Want to come in?" Caitie asked as she leaped off the motorcycle.
"Is Val sleeping?" Jamie asked.
"Tyler and Val are visiting Brooke this weekend."
"Caitie, I don't want you to be by yourself."
"You're here with me," Caitie replied.
Caitie and Jamie quietly walked up five flights of stairs. She unlocked the door to her two-bedroom apartment. It was a relatively large space for two girls to occupy. The living room was nicely decorated. A large black leather sofa was positioned on the far wall. Bright pieces of artwork hung in every open space. As an art buyer, her mother insisted the apartment have an artsy a vibe.
Jamie sat down in the living room as Caitie entered the bathroom. "I'm going to shower," she announced. Jamie nodded his head. Although he was pretty much desperate to find out what had happened, he was just glad she was safe in his sight. Jamie took off his jacket and went into the kitchen. He filled up the coffee pot and waited patiently for the water to heat up.
Jamie was at home in her apartment. He liked it better than his large studio. Jamie had been known as the third roommate ever since Val and Caitie graduated from different colleges and decided to live together. It seemed like only yesterday when they reunited after college and moved in, but it was in actuality almost a year ago.
Val was currently attending med school after she finished her premed program. Caitie graduated with a Bachelor in Writing and Art History. She is currently employed as a freelance writer for many notable magazines and wrote a few book reviews. Caitie was even working on her very first novel.
Tyler is enrolled in law school, following in his dad's footsteps. Hank was attending med school and was currently trying to finish his residency.
Jamie thought about his job as an advertising executive. He was currently employed at a large firm. Success seemed to have found him at a young age of twenty-three. He even broke down and purchased a car . . . that is rarely driven. He still preferred his motorcycle.
Jamie opened the cabinet and removed a pouch of gourmet coffee beans. He poured a cup into the grinder and watched as the whole dark brown beans brake down into small particles. Jamie placed the ground coffee into a filter and popped it into the coffee maker.
As he stared at the dark brown liquid collecting in the coffee pot, he wondered what had happened to Caitie. He sat quietly as he listened to the soothing sounds of running water from the bathroom.
A/N: Hopefully I can bring Val and Tyler into this story! Ideas anyone?
Thanks Montana Magic for Beta-ing once again!
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Caitie darted past Jamie. She forcefully squeezed through a tiny space between him and the doorframe.
She started to run only to find Jamie chasing after her. He managed to grab a hold of Caitie's arm forcing her to stop fleeing. Caitie cringed in pain. Jamie immediately let go of his grip on her arm.
She looked down at the wet pavement of the gas station. Her hand was favoring the bruise that was fully developed; yet hidden under her thin sweater.
"Caitie . . ." Jamie began to speak.
Caitie looked up from the floor. "What."
Almost taken aback from an actual response, Jamie continued. "Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"You're no longer a high school EMT."
"The skills never leave," he responded half jokingly.
Caitie let out a small smile. "I think I'll live."
"How did . . . you know where to find me?" she asked quietly.
"Fate, Destiny, Chance . . .whatever you want to call it. I was riding by when I saw the gas attendant unlock the door for you."
Caitie nodded her head. She should have known. It all made sense. After all, Jamie was always by her side when she needed him . . . almost always.
"Come on. I'll take you home."
Jamie took Caitie by the hand and led her to his motorcycle.
*
"No traffic four in the morning," Jamie commented as he stopped in front of Caitie's apartment.
"Want to come in?" Caitie asked as she leaped off the motorcycle.
"Is Val sleeping?" Jamie asked.
"Tyler and Val are visiting Brooke this weekend."
"Caitie, I don't want you to be by yourself."
"You're here with me," Caitie replied.
Caitie and Jamie quietly walked up five flights of stairs. She unlocked the door to her two-bedroom apartment. It was a relatively large space for two girls to occupy. The living room was nicely decorated. A large black leather sofa was positioned on the far wall. Bright pieces of artwork hung in every open space. As an art buyer, her mother insisted the apartment have an artsy a vibe.
Jamie sat down in the living room as Caitie entered the bathroom. "I'm going to shower," she announced. Jamie nodded his head. Although he was pretty much desperate to find out what had happened, he was just glad she was safe in his sight. Jamie took off his jacket and went into the kitchen. He filled up the coffee pot and waited patiently for the water to heat up.
Jamie was at home in her apartment. He liked it better than his large studio. Jamie had been known as the third roommate ever since Val and Caitie graduated from different colleges and decided to live together. It seemed like only yesterday when they reunited after college and moved in, but it was in actuality almost a year ago.
Val was currently attending med school after she finished her premed program. Caitie graduated with a Bachelor in Writing and Art History. She is currently employed as a freelance writer for many notable magazines and wrote a few book reviews. Caitie was even working on her very first novel.
Tyler is enrolled in law school, following in his dad's footsteps. Hank was attending med school and was currently trying to finish his residency.
Jamie thought about his job as an advertising executive. He was currently employed at a large firm. Success seemed to have found him at a young age of twenty-three. He even broke down and purchased a car . . . that is rarely driven. He still preferred his motorcycle.
Jamie opened the cabinet and removed a pouch of gourmet coffee beans. He poured a cup into the grinder and watched as the whole dark brown beans brake down into small particles. Jamie placed the ground coffee into a filter and popped it into the coffee maker.
As he stared at the dark brown liquid collecting in the coffee pot, he wondered what had happened to Caitie. He sat quietly as he listened to the soothing sounds of running water from the bathroom.
A/N: Hopefully I can bring Val and Tyler into this story! Ideas anyone?