Here's the sixth (and final) part to my Kindred Spirits story :) I don't have much to say, so just sit back, relax, and read :)
Once inside and on the road, Declan noticed something hit the windshield. It was a rain drop. It was soon followed by another, and another, until there was a barrage of tiny rain drops pounding on the truck. The windshield wipers, going at full blast, could barely keep up with the water that now seemed to be bucketing down from the sky.
Declan and Peggy exchanged uneasy glances as Declan was forced to pull over to the side of the road to wait for the storm to clear up a bit.
"I think I have an umbrella in here somewhere," Declan said as he unbuckled himself and searched around in the back seat.
"Yeah that would be a good thing to have," Peggy said, looking out the window to find the visibility reduced to about a foot.
"Aha! I've found it!" Declan exclaimed as he pulled out an old, wrinkled umbrella from the back seat.
"So now all we have to do," Peggy observed, "is wait for the rain to let up."
"Yeah," Declan replied, "and it looks like it might take a while."
So they waited. It was pretty much dark except for the occasional flash of lightning, and the only sound other than the constant pounding of the rain on the truck was the occasional roll of thunder.
After a few minutes, the storm did let up a little bit. It wasn't much, but Declan was able to see well enough to drive the rest of the way to Peggy's house.
The rest of the ride back was pretty much uneventful, except for a few times when the storm worsened and Declan was forced to pull over again, but the rain would back off after a few minutes and they would start driving again.
By the time they reached Peggy's house, the rain had let up quite a bit, and it was reduced to a light shower.
Declan managed to get himself and his umbrella out of the car door without getting very wet. He then went around to Peggy's door and let her get under the umbrella as well.
"This sounds like such a cliche, but ..." Peggy hesitated a second as they walked up the steps to her house, "I ... I had a really great time."
"Yeah," Declan answered, "me too."
Peggy knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a wave of all of her old doubts and guilts washed over her and she felt the sudden urge to go right inside to her house, but then she saw the look in Declan's eyes ... the same expression. Her doubts and guilts went away as quickly as they had come and were replaced by feelings of anticipation and nervousness.
With the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella, Declan reached out and touched Peggy's face. Then he kissed her.
Peggy had been preparing herself for another wave of guilt, but it never came. It felt so ... natural, just like the whole night had been.
They stood there for a few moments, looking at eachother and listening to the rain pound on the umbrella, not wanting the moment to end. But they knew they couldn't stand there forever.
"I ..." Peggy started, "I should probably get inside before I catch a cold."
"Yeah," Declan said, "I think I might have left Mole at home a little too long."
Peggy smiled. "Good night." she said, unlocking her door.
Declan gave her one last kiss on the cheek, "Good night, Peggy," he said.
Peggy opened the door and let herself in and Declan walked back down the steps toward his truck. When he got there, he looked back to find Peggy looking at him through the window. They both smiled.
Well ... there it is, the end of my Kindred Spirits story :) Now all I have to do is the last two chapters of Back to Portland. I just have to say that I'm sooo glad I finally got this done :) This story's been burning a hole in my "mail waiting to be sent" folder.
Once inside and on the road, Declan noticed something hit the windshield. It was a rain drop. It was soon followed by another, and another, until there was a barrage of tiny rain drops pounding on the truck. The windshield wipers, going at full blast, could barely keep up with the water that now seemed to be bucketing down from the sky.
Declan and Peggy exchanged uneasy glances as Declan was forced to pull over to the side of the road to wait for the storm to clear up a bit.
"I think I have an umbrella in here somewhere," Declan said as he unbuckled himself and searched around in the back seat.
"Yeah that would be a good thing to have," Peggy said, looking out the window to find the visibility reduced to about a foot.
"Aha! I've found it!" Declan exclaimed as he pulled out an old, wrinkled umbrella from the back seat.
"So now all we have to do," Peggy observed, "is wait for the rain to let up."
"Yeah," Declan replied, "and it looks like it might take a while."
So they waited. It was pretty much dark except for the occasional flash of lightning, and the only sound other than the constant pounding of the rain on the truck was the occasional roll of thunder.
After a few minutes, the storm did let up a little bit. It wasn't much, but Declan was able to see well enough to drive the rest of the way to Peggy's house.
The rest of the ride back was pretty much uneventful, except for a few times when the storm worsened and Declan was forced to pull over again, but the rain would back off after a few minutes and they would start driving again.
By the time they reached Peggy's house, the rain had let up quite a bit, and it was reduced to a light shower.
Declan managed to get himself and his umbrella out of the car door without getting very wet. He then went around to Peggy's door and let her get under the umbrella as well.
"This sounds like such a cliche, but ..." Peggy hesitated a second as they walked up the steps to her house, "I ... I had a really great time."
"Yeah," Declan answered, "me too."
Peggy knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a wave of all of her old doubts and guilts washed over her and she felt the sudden urge to go right inside to her house, but then she saw the look in Declan's eyes ... the same expression. Her doubts and guilts went away as quickly as they had come and were replaced by feelings of anticipation and nervousness.
With the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella, Declan reached out and touched Peggy's face. Then he kissed her.
Peggy had been preparing herself for another wave of guilt, but it never came. It felt so ... natural, just like the whole night had been.
They stood there for a few moments, looking at eachother and listening to the rain pound on the umbrella, not wanting the moment to end. But they knew they couldn't stand there forever.
"I ..." Peggy started, "I should probably get inside before I catch a cold."
"Yeah," Declan said, "I think I might have left Mole at home a little too long."
Peggy smiled. "Good night." she said, unlocking her door.
Declan gave her one last kiss on the cheek, "Good night, Peggy," he said.
Peggy opened the door and let herself in and Declan walked back down the steps toward his truck. When he got there, he looked back to find Peggy looking at him through the window. They both smiled.
Well ... there it is, the end of my Kindred Spirits story :) Now all I have to do is the last two chapters of Back to Portland. I just have to say that I'm sooo glad I finally got this done :) This story's been burning a hole in my "mail waiting to be sent" folder.