Chapter 42
The party is now winding down, either the people are passed out on the floor or couch, or they are just leaving. Kirsten insisted that Moni go home and relieve the babysitter from her duties. Jeff drove her home so Kirsten could have the car. Amy retreated upstairs about an hour ago, the girl was just plain exhausted.
Kirsten started to clean the dirty dishes in the sink. She was humming a song she had in her head and swayed along, while washing the dishes. Matt peaks his head into the kitchen and watched her for a little bit.
"Need any help?"
Kirsten turned and smiled. "Sure, I could use the help." She hands him the towel. "You dry, I'll continue washing."
"Sounds like a plan."
The two wash and dry the dishes in silence, both of them surprised that it wasn't an awkward silence. Kirsten finished washing before Matt finished drying; she lifted herself onto the counter next to the drying board.
"Man, you're slow."
"Hey, normal people use dishwashers."
"Well, this bad boy" kicks the dishwasher that lies next to her feet "is busted."
"Remind me to remind Amy to get that fixed."
"Awww...poor baby doesn't like to dry dishes by hand." Kirsten messes up his hair.
"I'm sorry, lil miss use to manual labor."
"You call drying dishes manual labor...you really are weak."
"I'm sorry." Matt whispered.
"It's ok if your weak...I mean no one can be as great a dish washer as myself."
Matt laughed, looked her in the eyes, "thanks, but that's not what I meant. I'm sorry for not telling you about the storyline. I didn't think about how you would react and I'm sorry."
"It's ok Matt." Kirsten looked down at the floor for a second.
Matt took his hand and raised her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "It isn't ok...because I wound up hurting you."
Tears surprising sprung to her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks. Matt cupped her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "I am so sorry."
Kirsten calmed herself down, "I've missed you...so much."
"I've tried calling, I kept on hanging up."
"So that's who that was." She says laughing.
"Yea, sorry about that."
"You've been saying that alot tonight."
"Because I am."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yup"
Matt's hands, which are still on her face, pulls her closer. "Does that mean, I'm forgiven?"
Kirsten just nods her head yes.
Matt kisses her softly on the lips. Kirsten wraps her arms around his neck and starts to play with his ponytail. He traced her lips with his tongue and when her mouth opened and her tongue joined with his, he poured his all into that kiss, much like their first kiss.
Amy walks into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She stops in her tracks, at the sight of Kirsten and Matt kissing. She smiled to herself and ran upstairs to call Jeff to let him know the plan...has worked.
The party is now winding down, either the people are passed out on the floor or couch, or they are just leaving. Kirsten insisted that Moni go home and relieve the babysitter from her duties. Jeff drove her home so Kirsten could have the car. Amy retreated upstairs about an hour ago, the girl was just plain exhausted.
Kirsten started to clean the dirty dishes in the sink. She was humming a song she had in her head and swayed along, while washing the dishes. Matt peaks his head into the kitchen and watched her for a little bit.
"Need any help?"
Kirsten turned and smiled. "Sure, I could use the help." She hands him the towel. "You dry, I'll continue washing."
"Sounds like a plan."
The two wash and dry the dishes in silence, both of them surprised that it wasn't an awkward silence. Kirsten finished washing before Matt finished drying; she lifted herself onto the counter next to the drying board.
"Man, you're slow."
"Hey, normal people use dishwashers."
"Well, this bad boy" kicks the dishwasher that lies next to her feet "is busted."
"Remind me to remind Amy to get that fixed."
"Awww...poor baby doesn't like to dry dishes by hand." Kirsten messes up his hair.
"I'm sorry, lil miss use to manual labor."
"You call drying dishes manual labor...you really are weak."
"I'm sorry." Matt whispered.
"It's ok if your weak...I mean no one can be as great a dish washer as myself."
Matt laughed, looked her in the eyes, "thanks, but that's not what I meant. I'm sorry for not telling you about the storyline. I didn't think about how you would react and I'm sorry."
"It's ok Matt." Kirsten looked down at the floor for a second.
Matt took his hand and raised her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "It isn't ok...because I wound up hurting you."
Tears surprising sprung to her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks. Matt cupped her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "I am so sorry."
Kirsten calmed herself down, "I've missed you...so much."
"I've tried calling, I kept on hanging up."
"So that's who that was." She says laughing.
"Yea, sorry about that."
"You've been saying that alot tonight."
"Because I am."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yup"
Matt's hands, which are still on her face, pulls her closer. "Does that mean, I'm forgiven?"
Kirsten just nods her head yes.
Matt kisses her softly on the lips. Kirsten wraps her arms around his neck and starts to play with his ponytail. He traced her lips with his tongue and when her mouth opened and her tongue joined with his, he poured his all into that kiss, much like their first kiss.
Amy walks into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She stops in her tracks, at the sight of Kirsten and Matt kissing. She smiled to herself and ran upstairs to call Jeff to let him know the plan...has worked.