Okay, I swear this story isn't going to be smut *not yet anyways*, but
I write long stories, and this helps set up what's coming. please R/R, it's
the only way I'll post more. Enjoy this chapter :D
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I watch him as the moonlight filters into the room. Listen to me, I sound like some kind of poet. He stirs, as if sensing my presence and reaches his arm out beside him. Obviously he's not looking for me. He moans and opens his eyes. "Max."
It's amazing how the sound of my name makes me go weak in the knees. Girl, you got it bad, pipes up that annoying voice in the back of my head.
"What are you doing here? What could have possibly changed your mind? Assuming you have." he trails off, leaving so many questions unvoiced.
Emotion threatens to choke me. "Two things. I was sitting there, just wondering how I could go on without you when I realized I couldn't. Even after the v.v. IT came up, the one thing I thought I could always count on was you. You kept me safe and you've kept me warm. I ruined our friendship by being so blind and stupid. What you said about other ways. did you mean it?"
"How could I not? You are the best thing about my life, you've given me hope when I was lost."
I nearly stumble over my words. "Could. could you teach me?"
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I rouse from my peaceful slumber and reach for her, despite the fact I know she won't be there, she never is. I don't know why I do this, she was never there to begin with, but some part of me wants to believe that it's all a bad dream. Every night this happens, and every night my hopes are dashed. It began the first time I slept after THAT NIGHT. That's what I call it, hoping that by being vague it becomes less real.
I open my eyes, as if to assure myself that she is not just out of reach. To my surprise, I see an angel at the foot of my bed. "Max." I acknowledge. "What are you doing here? What could have possibly changed your mind? Assuming you have." my words sound alien to my ears. Who really cares what changed her mind? She's here with me and that's all that matters.
I listen as she tearfully explains her presence. "Could.could you teach me?"
For an instant, I think about how ridiculous she sounds. The comment seems out of place, but for a fleeting moment I can see the scared child underneath the cool demeanor of the woman in front of me. I pull myself up. "Come here."
She sits on the edge of the bed, regarding me apprehensively. I finally get a good look at her face, and she looks like $hit, yet still beautiful. Obviously what she really needs is sleep. I suddenly realize that a temporary solution has been there from the beginning. I haul my body so I'm facing her.
"Do you trust me?" I know her answer, it's apparent by her visit, but I must make her realize that before I tell her.
"Of course. You shouldn't even ask."
I pull the top blanket off and draw it around her, covering her entire body so nothing but her face was revealed. I gently bring in her head so it rests on my shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay, I'm not touching you. The comforter prevents it. Sleep, we'll discuss this in the morning."
We lay down, her body parallel to mine, my arm wrapped around her waist.. Holding her in my arms now is so different than the last time, six months ago, when I thought I had lost her forever. Watching the life drain away from her as she cried, apologizing, never realizing I was the one who needed to be sorry. And I was, every day after, blaming myself. Curiosity prompts me to ask. "Max? What was the second thing?"
"It rained."
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I watch him as the moonlight filters into the room. Listen to me, I sound like some kind of poet. He stirs, as if sensing my presence and reaches his arm out beside him. Obviously he's not looking for me. He moans and opens his eyes. "Max."
It's amazing how the sound of my name makes me go weak in the knees. Girl, you got it bad, pipes up that annoying voice in the back of my head.
"What are you doing here? What could have possibly changed your mind? Assuming you have." he trails off, leaving so many questions unvoiced.
Emotion threatens to choke me. "Two things. I was sitting there, just wondering how I could go on without you when I realized I couldn't. Even after the v.v. IT came up, the one thing I thought I could always count on was you. You kept me safe and you've kept me warm. I ruined our friendship by being so blind and stupid. What you said about other ways. did you mean it?"
"How could I not? You are the best thing about my life, you've given me hope when I was lost."
I nearly stumble over my words. "Could. could you teach me?"
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I rouse from my peaceful slumber and reach for her, despite the fact I know she won't be there, she never is. I don't know why I do this, she was never there to begin with, but some part of me wants to believe that it's all a bad dream. Every night this happens, and every night my hopes are dashed. It began the first time I slept after THAT NIGHT. That's what I call it, hoping that by being vague it becomes less real.
I open my eyes, as if to assure myself that she is not just out of reach. To my surprise, I see an angel at the foot of my bed. "Max." I acknowledge. "What are you doing here? What could have possibly changed your mind? Assuming you have." my words sound alien to my ears. Who really cares what changed her mind? She's here with me and that's all that matters.
I listen as she tearfully explains her presence. "Could.could you teach me?"
For an instant, I think about how ridiculous she sounds. The comment seems out of place, but for a fleeting moment I can see the scared child underneath the cool demeanor of the woman in front of me. I pull myself up. "Come here."
She sits on the edge of the bed, regarding me apprehensively. I finally get a good look at her face, and she looks like $hit, yet still beautiful. Obviously what she really needs is sleep. I suddenly realize that a temporary solution has been there from the beginning. I haul my body so I'm facing her.
"Do you trust me?" I know her answer, it's apparent by her visit, but I must make her realize that before I tell her.
"Of course. You shouldn't even ask."
I pull the top blanket off and draw it around her, covering her entire body so nothing but her face was revealed. I gently bring in her head so it rests on my shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay, I'm not touching you. The comforter prevents it. Sleep, we'll discuss this in the morning."
We lay down, her body parallel to mine, my arm wrapped around her waist.. Holding her in my arms now is so different than the last time, six months ago, when I thought I had lost her forever. Watching the life drain away from her as she cried, apologizing, never realizing I was the one who needed to be sorry. And I was, every day after, blaming myself. Curiosity prompts me to ask. "Max? What was the second thing?"
"It rained."
