A Day At The Stadium - Chapter 5 Conclusion
Bosco put Faith's bed together and made up the bed with the sheets she had left on the dresser. He opened the window to let some of the unseasonably cool night air into the room. He sat down on the bed, leaning back on his elbows, listening to the music from the radio Faith had turned on out in the living room, and feeling the breeze across his face. He closed his eyes, only for a moment..
Faith was just about done unpacking all of the boxes she had stacked in the living room and looked around with a satisfied look on her as her apartment began taking on the homey, lived-in look. She went into the kitchen, looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:00 a.m. She poured herself another glass of water and a soda for Bosco, realizing that she hadn't heard any tools clinking or any muffled swearing from him in the last few minutes. She walked to the back bedroom and stopped at the doorway, taking in the sleeping form of her partner stretched across her bed. She leaned against the doorframe and thought how lucky she was to have as good a friend as Bosco. "Sure he had his rough edges," she thought, "but how could you not love the guy."
"What did I just say?" she said inwardly, not realizing she chuckled out loud. "Get a grip Faith. There's no way.."
She noticed Bosco move out of the corner of her eye and looked over. "Wow, sorry Faith," he apologized, sitting up and stretching. "I didn't mean to zonk out on you. What time is it?" he said, getting up and moving over to the window to shut it.
"You can leave it open. It feels good," said Faith. "It's about 3:15. Don't worry about it. I was just gonna introduce you as the throw pillow when I gave tours of the apartment to Better Homes and Gardens," she smiled. Bosco laughed, "Thanks. I don't think I've ever been referred to as a 'throw pillow' before."
"I brought you a soda - thought you might be thirsty after the manual labor and all that swearing," she said, handing him the glass. "Thanks. You heard that huh? That was one tough bed, but I knew I could take it," he answered, drinking down the soda. "Well, I should probably take off. Enjoy, apparently it's pretty comfortable," he said, pointing to the bed and heading toward her to the hall.
"You can just crash here tonight if you're too tired to drive home," she offered, following him up the hallway toward the front door. "I don't mind another night on the couch. I'm kind of used to it."
"Nah, I'm okay. I just had a nap remember? Besides, I'm not the one that was inebriated earlier this evening. Although, from the looks of things," he said looking around at all the empty boxes, "you've recovered nicely. It's looking great Faith. You look like you're feeling a little better too," he said to her.
"Yeah, I think it helped having someone here to talk to besides the television," she said quietly, not really wanting him to leave yet. But, she knew that they both had work tomorrow and he had already babysat for one kid today. "Thanks again," she said as she followed him over to the door and handed him his keys off the table. "Really, Bos, I had a great time today and tonight. Thanks for making me go."
"Not a problem, Faith. I'll see you tomorrow," he said as they both stood there, a little awkward. He opened the door and nodded as he closed it behind him.
On the other side of the door, in the hallway, Bosco stopped and thought to himself, "Wow, that was weird." He shook his head and headed home.
Faith was still at the door to her apartment with her hand paused on the deadbolt and she was thinking to herself, "Wow, that was weird." She turned the deadbolt, checked the lock on the fire escape door and the windows, turned the lights out in the living room and headed back to her bedroom. She readied herself for bed, turned out the lights and fell sound asleep, the smell of Bosco's aftershave in her wafting up from her pillow.
Bosco walked into his dark apartment, noticing for the first time what it was probably like for Faith when she went home at night - not being used to the emptiness like he was. He checked his machine for messages - none - and turned off the lights and headed back to bed. He lay on the bed, window open, staring out at the moonlight and thinking about the feelings he felt today when he was around Faith. He finally drifted off to sleep, still smelling her perfume on the shirt he was wearing at dinner.
The End. Although this may be continued in another story.. Hope you enjoyed it. I think it's official - I'm a shipper.
Bosco put Faith's bed together and made up the bed with the sheets she had left on the dresser. He opened the window to let some of the unseasonably cool night air into the room. He sat down on the bed, leaning back on his elbows, listening to the music from the radio Faith had turned on out in the living room, and feeling the breeze across his face. He closed his eyes, only for a moment..
Faith was just about done unpacking all of the boxes she had stacked in the living room and looked around with a satisfied look on her as her apartment began taking on the homey, lived-in look. She went into the kitchen, looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:00 a.m. She poured herself another glass of water and a soda for Bosco, realizing that she hadn't heard any tools clinking or any muffled swearing from him in the last few minutes. She walked to the back bedroom and stopped at the doorway, taking in the sleeping form of her partner stretched across her bed. She leaned against the doorframe and thought how lucky she was to have as good a friend as Bosco. "Sure he had his rough edges," she thought, "but how could you not love the guy."
"What did I just say?" she said inwardly, not realizing she chuckled out loud. "Get a grip Faith. There's no way.."
She noticed Bosco move out of the corner of her eye and looked over. "Wow, sorry Faith," he apologized, sitting up and stretching. "I didn't mean to zonk out on you. What time is it?" he said, getting up and moving over to the window to shut it.
"You can leave it open. It feels good," said Faith. "It's about 3:15. Don't worry about it. I was just gonna introduce you as the throw pillow when I gave tours of the apartment to Better Homes and Gardens," she smiled. Bosco laughed, "Thanks. I don't think I've ever been referred to as a 'throw pillow' before."
"I brought you a soda - thought you might be thirsty after the manual labor and all that swearing," she said, handing him the glass. "Thanks. You heard that huh? That was one tough bed, but I knew I could take it," he answered, drinking down the soda. "Well, I should probably take off. Enjoy, apparently it's pretty comfortable," he said, pointing to the bed and heading toward her to the hall.
"You can just crash here tonight if you're too tired to drive home," she offered, following him up the hallway toward the front door. "I don't mind another night on the couch. I'm kind of used to it."
"Nah, I'm okay. I just had a nap remember? Besides, I'm not the one that was inebriated earlier this evening. Although, from the looks of things," he said looking around at all the empty boxes, "you've recovered nicely. It's looking great Faith. You look like you're feeling a little better too," he said to her.
"Yeah, I think it helped having someone here to talk to besides the television," she said quietly, not really wanting him to leave yet. But, she knew that they both had work tomorrow and he had already babysat for one kid today. "Thanks again," she said as she followed him over to the door and handed him his keys off the table. "Really, Bos, I had a great time today and tonight. Thanks for making me go."
"Not a problem, Faith. I'll see you tomorrow," he said as they both stood there, a little awkward. He opened the door and nodded as he closed it behind him.
On the other side of the door, in the hallway, Bosco stopped and thought to himself, "Wow, that was weird." He shook his head and headed home.
Faith was still at the door to her apartment with her hand paused on the deadbolt and she was thinking to herself, "Wow, that was weird." She turned the deadbolt, checked the lock on the fire escape door and the windows, turned the lights out in the living room and headed back to her bedroom. She readied herself for bed, turned out the lights and fell sound asleep, the smell of Bosco's aftershave in her wafting up from her pillow.
Bosco walked into his dark apartment, noticing for the first time what it was probably like for Faith when she went home at night - not being used to the emptiness like he was. He checked his machine for messages - none - and turned off the lights and headed back to bed. He lay on the bed, window open, staring out at the moonlight and thinking about the feelings he felt today when he was around Faith. He finally drifted off to sleep, still smelling her perfume on the shirt he was wearing at dinner.
The End. Although this may be continued in another story.. Hope you enjoyed it. I think it's official - I'm a shipper.