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Author's Note: And here is the final chapter of "Mondays"! *Loud Applause* *Mysticalmyst clears throat* This is the first fanfic I have ever written for Fearless and I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. It encourages me to write more and I really enjoy readin 'em! Anyway…Go ahead and check out some of my other stuff, most of it's Dark Angel right now but you never know I may write sumtin new…Enjoy The Final Chapter!
Happily Ever Now
HEATHER'S POV (Point of View)
Heather walked toward Gaia and Sam, anger in her ferocious steps, eyes practically spewing fire. She had seen what Sam had just done, twice. His face was flushed, his lips were swollen red from the fervent kisses and she was sure that Gaia's rabid fingers had made the trails in his hair. Heather had just come out of Meagan's eager clutches in the new Starbucks down the street to be greeted by the scene before her.
----Minutes Ago----
Breathing a huge sigh of relief when she had finally explained her way out of the small but packed coffee shop, Heather immediately headed to the park. 'God, My feet are killing me… Sam better be there.' As she walked in to Washington Square Park, with it's dingy sidewalks and crumpled McDonald's bags littering the ground, Heather wondered again for the millionth time why exactly, Sam came here at all. She glanced around, making sure to plant a distasteful look on her face. Her sharp hazel-blue eyes rolled upwards as she spotted a couple making out at a chess table. 'Ugh.' She thought to herself resisting the urge to retch out loud.
But as Heather walked on slowly, leather boots clicking gently on the hard paved sidewalk, an unsettling feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. And it wasn't just because she was in the same place where she had been brutally slashed only weeks before. It was something else. Heather snapped her head around quickly, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes fell on the couple once again and before she could look away both the guy and girl pulled back, giving Heather ample time to view each of their faces.
Sam.
Gaia.
Her breathing hitched and her pupils became pin prinks in the deep swirling sea of her iris. She stared for a moment hurt etched in her face, filling her with an intense need to run. To escape the prison of her body, leave her life behind and run away from all the problems the world brought to her. Translucent tears seeped freely down Heather's face creating meandering paths that blended with her perfectly applied mascara, making it bleed. Heather reached a trembling hand to her cheek and fiercely wiped the tears away. 'Mother fuckin' son of a bitch'
----Now----
Heather was only steps away from the chess tables and she watched as Sam brought a hand to Gaia's face, lovingly staring deep in to her eyes. She watched as Sam spoke softly to her, looking at her in a way Heather had never seen him look at anyone before.
It only fuelled her anger.
Heather focused an intensely loathing look at Gaia and as if she could feel it, Gaia's eyes met Heather's unblinkingly, their hatred for each other reflected back at them. Sam followed Gaia's gaze and his eyes widened in surprise. Heather searched Sam's eyes, their hazel depths a window to his thoughts; she found none of the love that had been there before, just guilt, fear and even a little bit of annoyance. As if she had ruined his perfect moment by being there.
Sam slowly got up from the table and stiffly walked toward Heather, his eyes were now expressionless. He closed the distance between them and time slowed to a crawl. Heather's body worked independent of her mind and she watched as her hand swiftly cut through the air, connecting with Sam's cheek. His head snapped to the side and he staggered backwards, eyes widened in shock. The slap echoed loudly in the park and many people turned to watch as Heather spat to Sam, venom in her voice, "You son of a bitch. How could you do that to me!?"
Sam was stunned for a moment but looked Heather directly in the eye and spoke softly, "Heather I---
"You're what? Sorry?" Heather scoffed sarcastically. "I guess this explains why you never called me this weekend. You were with her." She snarled, the word her coming out as a hiss. "You've been obsessed with her since the day you saw her. Even though you knew that it was her fault that I got slashed and almost bled to death. And you know the sad thing is…I knew it all along. I knew you were falling out of love with me." Tears began to glide down Heather's pale cheeks.
Sam reached a hand to her shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but she flinched and pulled away from his touch. Heather forced herself to speak, regardless of the tears and the sob that threatened to make itself heard.
"You've fallen for her, haven't you?" Her words came out bitter, the taste of them acid on her tongue. Looking at him, Heather already knew what the answer would be. And her heart broke.
SAM'S POV (Point of View)
You've fallen for her. Fallen. For. Her. Sam's blood coursed through him, he could feel it race through his veins, electrifying his flesh. His gaze fell on Gaia; she stood awkwardly beside the chess table, her gold dusted hair whipping in the wind, full lips parted slightly and deep blue eyes filled with questions. Waiting for his answer.
His eyes still fixed on Gaia he spoke, "Yes."
Glancing back at Heather, seeing the hurt in her tear streaked face he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by guilt. Even though he didn't regret what he'd said. Sam uttered again to her, "I'm sorry."
The words meant nothing. A meaningless jumble of letters, only said to make the moment less hurtful.
It didn't work.
Heather's pain was as clear on her face as a knife wound to the heart. But as quickly as he had seen the hurt in her eyes, it vanished. Her expression was unreadable. She was as still as a statue, cold and unfeeling. "I hope you two are happy together." Her words held none of the harshness he had witnessed before, but resignation and emptiness. They were hollow.
Heather stared at Sam for a second longer, giving him a chance to take back his words and beg for her forgiveness. Sam's mouth remained firmly closed. She walked away from him head held high, shoving through the crowds of people that had surrounded them. Quite suddenly the gathering of gawkers disbursed. The show was over.
Sam knew Heather well enough to know that she would never give him the benefit of seeing her hurt. She had too damn much pride for that. But he would always treasure the time they had shared together in the months before Gaia came barreling into his life. Sam watched as Heather disappeared into the distance. Another chapter of his life ended.
He turned slowly, to find Gaia still rooted to the ground by the chess table.
GAIA'S POV (Point of View)
"You fallen for her, haven't you?"
Gaia waited for Sam's answer. Her heart rate was slow and steady, but blood pounded in her ears relentlessly. A thin trail of adrenaline lanced through her, the same rush of energy that always consumed her before a fight. She welcomed it. The feeling was so familiar now that she sought comfort in it, especially in this point of time where she felt particularly alien.
Hazel eyes met hers in a deep penetrating stare; Gaia melted in to them like chocolate syrup on ice cream, letting his gaze fill her with a delicious warmth. "Yes." The word carried on the wind and she let it wash over her, caressing her face and body with its sweet simplicity. She savored it like a chocolate delicacy. Gaia couldn't begin to comprehend how much her life had just changed in the last half hour. But she didn't allow herself to think too much. To dissect this glorious moment with thoughts that did nothing but make her question what she was feeling right now, utter bliss.
She'd prayed for this moment. Ok…maybe not prayed, Gaia didn't believe in a higher power watching the people of the world from the "heavens" but she had always…hoped for the moment when she could feel like a normal person. A normal person who loved and was loved. Yes. She loved Sam Moon. Ice queen, heartless, cynical bitch, also known as Gaia Moore loved someone. Not possible right? Wrong. Normally, Gaia would have gotten the hell outta the park, right when Heather had made her unwelcome appearance, she would have lifted herself from her seat and marched off, without a backwards glance. But she had stayed. Stayed for him. Gaia couldn't have just got up and left. Nope, she couldn't have left if she tried.
"----happy together."
When Gaia finally tuned back in to the heated conversation, she grabbed only the tail end of it; Heather having spoken last, walking swiftly away and disappearing in to the distance. Out of both Sam and Gaia's lives for good. Well…maybe not Gaia's life for good, since she did go to school with the vapid snob, but out of Sam's. Which was good enough for Gaia.
Sam turned slowly toward her. She hadn't moved from her spot, unable to do anything but remain in silence by the chess table. Gaia locked her gaze with him, trying to peruse through his complicated eyes to find out what was going on deep within the mind of Sam Moon. He ran a trembling hand through his wavy reddish – brown gold hair. It was oddly sexy and heat stained her cheeks. Gaia pushed the thought from her mind; Sam needed her. That could wait for later.
Gaia moved swiftly toward him, taking large steps that brought her body in closer proximity to his. She looked up in to his eyes and they smiled down at her. Gaia whispered to him breathily, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah…I'll be fine." He replied in a hoarse whisper. Sam tentatively reached a hand to her, tangling his fingers in the mass of blonde hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Gaia in return, brought her fingers to the hollow of his cheek in a light caress that trailed downwards until her fingers began tracing the lines of his lips. She marveled at how those puffy red lips could transfix her, halt her breathing and gaze.
Gaia glanced back up at Sam, his hands now moving down to the small of her back, pushing her closer to him. Gaia's body pressed against Sam's muscled chest, his masculine scent overpowering, sending her over the edge. She moved closer to him, lips yearning to devour his and quench her hunger for his touch.
Drawn to him by some unseen force, Gaia's lips took on a mind of their own and she touched her lips to his lightly. Sam responded and the kiss deepened, he pushed those hypnotic lips on to hers with increased passion. Gaia's hands had moved to the nape of his neck, his curly hair brushing against her fingertips, sending shockwaves of electricity traveling through her.
Sam's hands moved in slow circles, caressing the small of her back. She shivered slightly, her need for him intensifying with every gentle ministration. The kiss broke slowly and Sam's lips moved to her neck, just below her jaw line. The contact caused Gaia to let out a sigh of pleasure. His lips nipped at her jaw now and she leaned in to him, letting him render her powerless.
"I love you."
Sam whispered against her neck, dragging his eyes upwards to meet Gaia's. She answered him, letting the words roll off her tongue, "I love you, too." The moment the consonants left her lips, traveling to Sam's waiting ears; Gaia knew they were the right ones.
Gaia also knew that this might not last; things in her worlds rarely did, her father being a prime example of how love didn't last forever. But she would 'seize the day and use it for all it's worth'. Guess Rego's poetry sessions are good for something…I can't believe all this happened on a Monday. Was her last thought before pressing her lips to Sam's in a kiss that promised him a happily ever now, who knew what the future would bring.
E D
Optimism. False Joy. False HOPE. Believing in something that you know deep down is a load of bullshit. Something that you know won't come true even if you "wish hard enough". Another lie told to disillusioned children, even adults hide behind it. Even I hid behind it. When I first got my ass confined to a wheel chair, I always hoped and daydreamed that by some MIRACLE I would regain the use of my legs and be back on the streets with my best skater buds.
I just couldn't except that my legs were gone, dead weight. Some days I would wake up and still believe I could just HOP out of bed. Jerked back to reality by the thud of my unfeeling ass on the hardwood floor of my room. I hated the chair, when I should have hated myself. See, if I hadn't kept telling myself that someday I would walk again, I would have spared myself the humiliation and self-hatred I felt. All because of a bitch named OPTIMISM.
When I left the park this afternoon, where I witnessed Gaia kissing Sam; I wished I could have taken a picture. No, I'm not some kind of PSYCHO pervert. I would have used it to remind myself of how hope is dashed to shreds whenever you even think of having it.
H E A T H E R
Gaia Moore. I've hated her since the day she spilt hot coffee on my designer blouse. Despised her since the day I saw her slumming with Ed. Loathed her since the day she let a bunch of skinheads slash me in the park, when she could have warned me not to go there. But today I didn't hate, or despise or loathe her. To be honest, I didn't feel ANYTHING. I mean I should have hated her right? She took Ed from me and Sam (newly ex-boyfriend) and all I feel is…nothing.
Sure, at first I wanted to rip her apart, Sam was MINE. My property. But after looking in to his eyes to see that he no longer cared for me, loved me like I thought he used to; I realized that I had never really loved him, never grazed the concept of love. Because when I watched Sam look at Gaia, his gorgeous hazel eyes filled with an emotion I can't recall ever being aimed at me, I realized something.
He never loved me, sure we were attracted to each other… I mean COME ON the guy is drop-dead gorgeous but that was it. We had never reveled in the glory or power of love. NOPE, we were…comfortable with each other, too wrapped up in the need for popularity and status to even care about meaningless emotion. Only that particular emotion did carry a lot of meaning and that was why I had lost him. Lost him to Gaia Moore. Maybe the reason I wasn't mad at Gaia was because she brought out the one thing I had failed to bring out in Sam. His Love.
S A M
When I was a little kid, I hated girls. COOTIES SUPREME. I always remembered to get my "cootie shots" and stay clear of them. Once I was a little bit older and gotten over my cooties phase, I still had a problem with girls. I just couldn't speak to them; I guess that's when my stuttering problem came in to play, where I later had to go visit a speech therapist every week.
My mom used to always tell me that one-day when I was a little bit older I would find someone that I could picture growing old with, someone who I'd wake up every morning to be greeted by. She'd always say, "Sam, I know you'll find a girl to fall in love with. You just wait." I humored her by nodding my head and smiling at her, feigning belief.
Later in my teens, I did end up talking to girls, flirting with girls, kissing girls and having…intimate relationships with them. But I never met anyone who I could "fall in love with". Then I met Heather. And I felt as if all the pieces of the puzzle that was my life had fallen in to place, I had a purpose. I truly believed that I loved her. But that love was just about as real as the "cootie shots" I had taken when I was little.
I met Gaia. Or rather Gaia EXPLODED into my life. She made me feel things I had never felt before. With every shared glance and every awkward conversation, I was falling deeper and deeper in to this obsession I had with her. And I had no idea why.
Kissing her this afternoon, feeling those soft healing lips on mine, her hands on the nape of my neck, playing with my hair, I couldn't remember feeling so…complete. Like this empty part of my heart had just been filled and I was whole. I told Gaia that I loved her and I realized why had become so obsessed with her; I could picture growing old with her, I could picture waking up everyday to be greeted by the radiance that was all her own. Today I finally found someone I could fall in love with. And she loves me back.
G A I A
I always assumed that I would be alone. From the day my father deserted me and my mother was murdered. I grew accustomed to being a LONE wolf. Living where I could, moving from one foster home to the next. And I had accepted that. Gaia Moore; the cold, unfeeling mega-loner bitch. It was who I was and who I'll probably always be. Resigned to live a life alone with no one to love and no one to care for but myself. It worked for me. Up UNTIL NOW I believed that.
Sam Moon.
Two words that had meant nothing but an embarrassing obsession. From the moment I saw him I felt an undeniable infatuation with him. Ever since he first played chess with me, his eyes looking straight in to my soul, I knew that there was something about him that I craved. That something about him, allowed me to kiss him this afternoon, to plow my fingers through that perfect hair of his, to whisper words of love to him. Sam Moon has become everything to me. Because he makes me feel as if I'm NOT alone. That was what I had craved, a release from my life of solitude. And Sam gave that to me. This afternoon he gave me hope that I may not end up alone when I'm old and wrinkled. I just know that wherever life takes me he'll always be there. Buried deep in the recesses of my once, shriveled heart. Yeah…I know it sounds cheesy, like something you might read in a romance novel.
I just know that even if me and Sam don't last forever, I'll always keep him locked up deep inside me. Labeled the Only Boy That Gaia Moore Would Never Regret Loving.