Chapter 6
- What are you reading? - She asks curiously.
He notices that she woke up and tries to disguise, closing his book and trying to hide it in a package.
- So, you woke up.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Did you finished Pollyanna before fell sleep?
- No, I was in the half.
- Well, I'd already read it, and I had some ideas about the book, so...Well, I read it again and wrote some notes on the margin. I hope you don't mind.
She grabs the book and starts to stare at the pages. He had wrote a lot of things on the margins of all pages.
- Wow. You read all this and made all this notes, in what? Forty five minutes?
- Thirty. I'm reading another book now.
- Oh, yeah - she get up.
- Where are you going?
- To the bathroom. May I go alone?
- Oh, of course.
Then she quickly passes by his side and grabs the package with his book that he had hide, running to the living room. He noticed what she did and run after her. She stays at one side of the couch and he at the other.
- It can't be so bad.
- Well, you'll never know, 'cause you won't be with it time enough to know.
- I think I will, after all, this is my house, I know it.
She was right, and he needed to get the book. So he runs from one side of the couch to pick her. The only thing that she thought was ' if I so up stairs I'll won't have a way out'. So, she run from the other side of the couch, in direction to her room, when he picked her, and they both fell on the couch. She above him.
- Aw, sorry.
- That's ok, after all I fell above you. It's your fault, but anyway... - She says looking to the cover of the book. It was "Romeo & Juliet". She start laugh.
- Oh, my God, you were reading Romeo & Juliet!
- Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, ok? That's why I didn't want you to see.
Still laughing, she close her eyes and take a deep breath. "Jess, that's ok. I promise I won't tell anyone that you read the most romantic book ever made. And believe me, even if I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me."
He shake his had. She was right. Who would believe that he read Shakespeare? Now he just wants to drop the subject.
- It's not the most romantic book ever made.
- Isn't?
- No, in my opinion.
- Hum. Interesting. You have a opinion about what is romantic.
He gets up and walks to her room.
- Hey, I am talking! Where are you going?
He goes to the living room again with his package with books on his hands, "Away."
- Why?
- It seems that you're really better. You don't need me. No that before you needed me...it was just...forget.
She looks o the ground. She knew how proud he was, and even she was amazed about how long he had let her go with the joke. But the fun was over.
- Thanks for being here. Thanks Luke for me, for let you come, instead of work.
- Luke doesn't know that I'm here, and I prefer if he continue by this way. - He said in a low voice, almost whispering.
The guilty that she felt for make something that made him want to leave was a lot bigger when she heard he saying that he was there just because he wanted to, instead to be in another place, with other people, with Shane, his girlfriend. He hadn't talked about her, even mentioned her. He walked to the door, and she get up and walked to her room. After give the some steps she fell, unconscious. He came back, took her on his arms and handles her to her room. She lied her on her bed and check if she was breathing. She was. She was ok, just sleeping. He touched her forehead, she was burning with fever. He went to the kitchen, takes a cloth and some water with alcohol and started to make compress on her forehead.
- What are you reading? - She asks curiously.
He notices that she woke up and tries to disguise, closing his book and trying to hide it in a package.
- So, you woke up.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Did you finished Pollyanna before fell sleep?
- No, I was in the half.
- Well, I'd already read it, and I had some ideas about the book, so...Well, I read it again and wrote some notes on the margin. I hope you don't mind.
She grabs the book and starts to stare at the pages. He had wrote a lot of things on the margins of all pages.
- Wow. You read all this and made all this notes, in what? Forty five minutes?
- Thirty. I'm reading another book now.
- Oh, yeah - she get up.
- Where are you going?
- To the bathroom. May I go alone?
- Oh, of course.
Then she quickly passes by his side and grabs the package with his book that he had hide, running to the living room. He noticed what she did and run after her. She stays at one side of the couch and he at the other.
- It can't be so bad.
- Well, you'll never know, 'cause you won't be with it time enough to know.
- I think I will, after all, this is my house, I know it.
She was right, and he needed to get the book. So he runs from one side of the couch to pick her. The only thing that she thought was ' if I so up stairs I'll won't have a way out'. So, she run from the other side of the couch, in direction to her room, when he picked her, and they both fell on the couch. She above him.
- Aw, sorry.
- That's ok, after all I fell above you. It's your fault, but anyway... - She says looking to the cover of the book. It was "Romeo & Juliet". She start laugh.
- Oh, my God, you were reading Romeo & Juliet!
- Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, ok? That's why I didn't want you to see.
Still laughing, she close her eyes and take a deep breath. "Jess, that's ok. I promise I won't tell anyone that you read the most romantic book ever made. And believe me, even if I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me."
He shake his had. She was right. Who would believe that he read Shakespeare? Now he just wants to drop the subject.
- It's not the most romantic book ever made.
- Isn't?
- No, in my opinion.
- Hum. Interesting. You have a opinion about what is romantic.
He gets up and walks to her room.
- Hey, I am talking! Where are you going?
He goes to the living room again with his package with books on his hands, "Away."
- Why?
- It seems that you're really better. You don't need me. No that before you needed me...it was just...forget.
She looks o the ground. She knew how proud he was, and even she was amazed about how long he had let her go with the joke. But the fun was over.
- Thanks for being here. Thanks Luke for me, for let you come, instead of work.
- Luke doesn't know that I'm here, and I prefer if he continue by this way. - He said in a low voice, almost whispering.
The guilty that she felt for make something that made him want to leave was a lot bigger when she heard he saying that he was there just because he wanted to, instead to be in another place, with other people, with Shane, his girlfriend. He hadn't talked about her, even mentioned her. He walked to the door, and she get up and walked to her room. After give the some steps she fell, unconscious. He came back, took her on his arms and handles her to her room. She lied her on her bed and check if she was breathing. She was. She was ok, just sleeping. He touched her forehead, she was burning with fever. He went to the kitchen, takes a cloth and some water with alcohol and started to make compress on her forehead.