Chapter 3
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show.
Quick Notes: Hey guys, thanks for the nice reviews... I'll try my best to keep updating more
consistently and keep you interested.
-The next chapter will get a little [sexually] heated between... you'll just have to wait and read.
-Feel free to review, correct, advise, criticize, whatever you please... it keeps me going... thanks again;)
Damn! For a minute there, I thought I might've gotten the jerk. Of course, he'd never betray her... he'd
never attempt to break her heart like... like I had.
God, it's been so long since I've thought of that time, that winter when all other seasons seemed to
gray, pale in comparison. Three years ago... Hilary and I were inseparable. Whenever we had time off
the show, we would spend them taking road trips all through out Europe and the States. It was
incredible, I can't even put into words how much fun and exhilaration we had together. Whether we
were walking through the small villages of Italy or the rugged deserts of Arizona, Hilary and I were
enjoying all the sceneries and each other. We would talk to the night ceased to veil us with its darkness.
And, sometimes when we did manage to fall asleep, I'd watch her... just watch the slow rhythm of her
breathing; her soft, tender lips beckoning my touch; the manner in which hair fell slightly to her cheek,
slithering into a crescent moon.
I admit it... I was in awe of her.
Then came that fateful day... the day that I'd been dreaming of for years now. We were in France at
the time, in a small town called Lille. Hilary was checking us into the hostel, while I was getting a few
things so we could stay in and eat. I remember buying what the shop owner called "one of his best
wines," and so it was... only it was too good. After I left the shop, I walked back to the hostel to find
dimmed room with one bed.
"What are you trying to do, Hil... seduce me?"
"Surrender the fantasy, Adam... I'm actually trying to find the rest of switches to the lights."
"Yeah... well, what about the one bed?"
"They only had this room left Consider us lucky."
"Oh I am, trust me." I looked at her with a sly, devilish smile.
"Wipe that smile off your face, you perv." She could barely hold her laugh; she sounded so sweet, so
innocent. I remember just looking at her at that very moment, admiring her angelic face as she tirelessly
looked for the light switches and then yielded to hunger. "Forget those damn switches! I'm hungry...
what are we gonna eat?"
"Well, I brought some stuff that I think you'll just love."
"Really? What is it?" Her eyes anticipated greatness.
"Can you believe they actually had some twinkies?"
"Twinkies? Are you kidding me? Twinkies?"
"Yeah... isn't that exciting?"
"Adam! I'm starving and here you brought twinkies... twinkies?!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her. She was so damn gullible. I loved it when she got angry; one of her
eyebrows would decisively arch, while she'd fold her hands to her chest waiting for some sort of
explanation.
"I'm kidding, Hil. Geez, you really are gullible. Relax, I got us some sandwiches and one of the best
known wines in all France. I think that should suit your hunger and warm us up for the evening,
especially considering the fact that it's freezing outside." In that instant, she threw herself into my arms,
thanking me. She lingered in my arms longer than she normally would... that's when I knew the night
would be unforgettable.
We then put a table near our window so we would have a clear view of the full moon. Face to face, we
sat and ate our sandwiches, slowly intoxicating ourselves with wine. After our dinner was gone, we
kept pouring each other wine, blaming the cold for our alcoholic discretion. And gradually, we both
became tipsy, laughing about anything and everything. My uncontrollable bliss always made me a bit
clumsy, which explains why I accidently dropped her cup. I went down to get as she laughed heartily at
my blunder, so much so that she fell off her chair.
"You're such a loser." I pointed at her, jesting sarcastically at her.
"I wouldn't be talking, Adam Blunderberg."
"Oh that was clever."
"Just give me my cup... I need to filler up one more time."
"Now, now, lush... I think you've had enough."
"I don't think so, silly. Now give it here." Before I knew it, she threw herself on me. She landed face to
face. I could feel her breath near my lips... I couldn't help it, I had to. I had to kiss her. Gently, I
caressed her lips with my own, begging for entrance but showing no rush; and much to my surprise, she
allowed it. That instant was ethereal... it was as if our hearts were released from this unknown cage that
had been there all this time. The kiss seemed to last forever, as if we didn't need to breathe. But, she let
go, not for air, but to tell me, "Adam, I need you."
Amazed and relieved at the same time, I had to make sure this wasn't the wine talking. "Are you sure,
Hilary? Are you absolutely certain that you want to go further?"
"I love you." I couldn't believe it. She had actually said those words... had said them with all sincerity
and adoration. I was speechless, scared... I had no idea what to do, although subconsciously I did
know... and she did as well.
She kissed me, waiting no longer for me to act. We locked our lips passionately as I affectionately
stroked her back, feeling her soft skin send aches through my body. I wanted her at that moment, I
truly did love her, and knew she could sense it in the way I held her... it allowed her to confidently give
herself to me. Slowly, I took her clothes off as I give her small kisses on almost every part of her body.
She was beautiful, I admired the innocence of her body and the love in her eyes... she was my untainted
Eve and she was mine to have. I took her gently, rhythmically, and passionately. We made love until the
moon was a mere glimmer in the cloudless, mildly azure sky.
I could never forget that day... or the nigh after when she found me in bed with another woman. I had
to do, I was too afraid of our love and where it could lead. I felt I was too young and unworthy of her
affections. I also knew I would hurt her dearly and lose her when she'd find out about something in my
past, and she would too because if I were to commit to her, I'd have to be completely honest with the
woman I loved.
I had to that way... at least, I thought I did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Adam not narrating here)
Lurking through the night, a figure approached an open window of an elaborate bedroom. The dark
shadow climbed the opening, headed towards sleeping body which did not sense anything. It did not
even feel the thrust of a blade that left it lifeless instantly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning shoots were the worse. I never understood why we had to get up so early to shoot these
damn Lizzie scenes... half the time I wasn't really needed.
"Hey Adam, did you hear?"
"Morning Lalaine... hear what? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen to Hilary?"
"You haven't heard? Ashlie... she's dead."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters or am I associated with the actors or the
show.
Quick Notes: Hey guys, thanks for the nice reviews... I'll try my best to keep updating more
consistently and keep you interested.
-The next chapter will get a little [sexually] heated between... you'll just have to wait and read.
-Feel free to review, correct, advise, criticize, whatever you please... it keeps me going... thanks again;)
Damn! For a minute there, I thought I might've gotten the jerk. Of course, he'd never betray her... he'd
never attempt to break her heart like... like I had.
God, it's been so long since I've thought of that time, that winter when all other seasons seemed to
gray, pale in comparison. Three years ago... Hilary and I were inseparable. Whenever we had time off
the show, we would spend them taking road trips all through out Europe and the States. It was
incredible, I can't even put into words how much fun and exhilaration we had together. Whether we
were walking through the small villages of Italy or the rugged deserts of Arizona, Hilary and I were
enjoying all the sceneries and each other. We would talk to the night ceased to veil us with its darkness.
And, sometimes when we did manage to fall asleep, I'd watch her... just watch the slow rhythm of her
breathing; her soft, tender lips beckoning my touch; the manner in which hair fell slightly to her cheek,
slithering into a crescent moon.
I admit it... I was in awe of her.
Then came that fateful day... the day that I'd been dreaming of for years now. We were in France at
the time, in a small town called Lille. Hilary was checking us into the hostel, while I was getting a few
things so we could stay in and eat. I remember buying what the shop owner called "one of his best
wines," and so it was... only it was too good. After I left the shop, I walked back to the hostel to find
dimmed room with one bed.
"What are you trying to do, Hil... seduce me?"
"Surrender the fantasy, Adam... I'm actually trying to find the rest of switches to the lights."
"Yeah... well, what about the one bed?"
"They only had this room left Consider us lucky."
"Oh I am, trust me." I looked at her with a sly, devilish smile.
"Wipe that smile off your face, you perv." She could barely hold her laugh; she sounded so sweet, so
innocent. I remember just looking at her at that very moment, admiring her angelic face as she tirelessly
looked for the light switches and then yielded to hunger. "Forget those damn switches! I'm hungry...
what are we gonna eat?"
"Well, I brought some stuff that I think you'll just love."
"Really? What is it?" Her eyes anticipated greatness.
"Can you believe they actually had some twinkies?"
"Twinkies? Are you kidding me? Twinkies?"
"Yeah... isn't that exciting?"
"Adam! I'm starving and here you brought twinkies... twinkies?!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her. She was so damn gullible. I loved it when she got angry; one of her
eyebrows would decisively arch, while she'd fold her hands to her chest waiting for some sort of
explanation.
"I'm kidding, Hil. Geez, you really are gullible. Relax, I got us some sandwiches and one of the best
known wines in all France. I think that should suit your hunger and warm us up for the evening,
especially considering the fact that it's freezing outside." In that instant, she threw herself into my arms,
thanking me. She lingered in my arms longer than she normally would... that's when I knew the night
would be unforgettable.
We then put a table near our window so we would have a clear view of the full moon. Face to face, we
sat and ate our sandwiches, slowly intoxicating ourselves with wine. After our dinner was gone, we
kept pouring each other wine, blaming the cold for our alcoholic discretion. And gradually, we both
became tipsy, laughing about anything and everything. My uncontrollable bliss always made me a bit
clumsy, which explains why I accidently dropped her cup. I went down to get as she laughed heartily at
my blunder, so much so that she fell off her chair.
"You're such a loser." I pointed at her, jesting sarcastically at her.
"I wouldn't be talking, Adam Blunderberg."
"Oh that was clever."
"Just give me my cup... I need to filler up one more time."
"Now, now, lush... I think you've had enough."
"I don't think so, silly. Now give it here." Before I knew it, she threw herself on me. She landed face to
face. I could feel her breath near my lips... I couldn't help it, I had to. I had to kiss her. Gently, I
caressed her lips with my own, begging for entrance but showing no rush; and much to my surprise, she
allowed it. That instant was ethereal... it was as if our hearts were released from this unknown cage that
had been there all this time. The kiss seemed to last forever, as if we didn't need to breathe. But, she let
go, not for air, but to tell me, "Adam, I need you."
Amazed and relieved at the same time, I had to make sure this wasn't the wine talking. "Are you sure,
Hilary? Are you absolutely certain that you want to go further?"
"I love you." I couldn't believe it. She had actually said those words... had said them with all sincerity
and adoration. I was speechless, scared... I had no idea what to do, although subconsciously I did
know... and she did as well.
She kissed me, waiting no longer for me to act. We locked our lips passionately as I affectionately
stroked her back, feeling her soft skin send aches through my body. I wanted her at that moment, I
truly did love her, and knew she could sense it in the way I held her... it allowed her to confidently give
herself to me. Slowly, I took her clothes off as I give her small kisses on almost every part of her body.
She was beautiful, I admired the innocence of her body and the love in her eyes... she was my untainted
Eve and she was mine to have. I took her gently, rhythmically, and passionately. We made love until the
moon was a mere glimmer in the cloudless, mildly azure sky.
I could never forget that day... or the nigh after when she found me in bed with another woman. I had
to do, I was too afraid of our love and where it could lead. I felt I was too young and unworthy of her
affections. I also knew I would hurt her dearly and lose her when she'd find out about something in my
past, and she would too because if I were to commit to her, I'd have to be completely honest with the
woman I loved.
I had to that way... at least, I thought I did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Adam not narrating here)
Lurking through the night, a figure approached an open window of an elaborate bedroom. The dark
shadow climbed the opening, headed towards sleeping body which did not sense anything. It did not
even feel the thrust of a blade that left it lifeless instantly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning shoots were the worse. I never understood why we had to get up so early to shoot these
damn Lizzie scenes... half the time I wasn't really needed.
"Hey Adam, did you hear?"
"Morning Lalaine... hear what? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen to Hilary?"
"You haven't heard? Ashlie... she's dead."