Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of the characters blah blah
blah. Oh yea cept for Mackenzie of course.
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Chapter 5 ~ Deja Vu
Hyde tossed and turned that night in his bed. He was entangled in the sheets and could now barely move. Hyde kicked them off in frustration and sat rubbing his temples. He had been lying in bed for two hours now, just staring into the darkness. He was beginning to lose his patients. Hyde had even lost his buzz, not that it was that great of a buzz to begin with but it was a buzz nonetheless. Sitting with the guys, he had been pressed on his relationship with Mackenzie, something even he wasn't sure of. Needless to say, Hyde left the circle a little early that day. But now it was 12 in the morning and he wasn't the least bit tired. Finally he stood up, threw on the first pair of jeans he found lying on the floor, and walked out of his room.
Once again Hyde was outside Mackenzie's window. He hadn't planned on going there and barely remembered climbing the tree to get to her ledge. But there he was watching her read peacefully in her bed. She was clad in a wife-beater, which had been cut just above her navel, and a pair of red flannel pants that were bunched up around her knees. The blue Christmas lights that she had put up around her room, and a single candle that sat next to her bed illuminated her skin.
Hyde was just about to turn around and climb back down the tree, when Mackenzie noticed him outside her window. Her eyes shot up from the book she was reading, and looked at him. Hyde froze; it was too late to turn back now, so he waited for her to come let him in.
Mackenzie sat up in her bed, and crossed her legs so she was sitting Indian style. She placed her book neatly in her lap and grinned at Hyde. She raised her eyebrows questioning him, but still kept a smirk on her face. Finally after not moving to let him in, she rolled her eyes at him and lay back in the position she had previously been in. She continued to read. "It's open," She said calmly, not taking her eyes from her book.
Hyde opened the window slowly, trying not to make any noise. Mackenzie glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and giggled slightly, "Couldn't sleep?"
"Got bored." Hyde answered simply, plopping onto her bed, next to her. Mackenzie lifted her legs and placed them, gently across Hyde's lap. Like Hyde had just come out of a dream, he realized Mackenzie had music playing softly in the background. It was Beethoven. Hyde looked at her oddly, she didn't seem like the type. Only then did he see what Mackenzie was reading. The pages were yellow and wrinkled, the binding was coming undone and the cover was cracked leather. She was reading, A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare. "Mac," He paused, "Um, Shakespeare?"
"Got bored." She replied, mimicking his tone from earlier, not bothering to move her head to look at him.
"Funny girl you are." He said sarcastically, obviously not pleased with her response.
She turned her upper body to look at him, "I happen to love Shakespeare, thank you very much. Midsummer Nights Dream is my favorite." Hyde continued to stare at her so she went on, "I read it when I can't sleep." Mackenzie's face dropped, "Daddy used to read it to me when I was little." Hyde instantly regretted asking her about it.
Mackenzie went back to reading, again ignoring Hyde. Against his better judgment Hyde spoke up again, "Could we possibly listen to something else?"
Mackenzie glared at him and sat up. "You do know that you're in MY room, sitting on MY bed, listening to MY music, right?" Hyde nodded, smirking at her a little. "Just as long as you know." Mackenzie reached over Hyde's body and turned the dial on her radio, to a station that was playing Bob Dylan's 'Hurricane'. The next morning Hyde climbed out of the window just like he had the night before, and snuck back into his room before anyone else woke up.
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Chapter 5 ~ Deja Vu
Hyde tossed and turned that night in his bed. He was entangled in the sheets and could now barely move. Hyde kicked them off in frustration and sat rubbing his temples. He had been lying in bed for two hours now, just staring into the darkness. He was beginning to lose his patients. Hyde had even lost his buzz, not that it was that great of a buzz to begin with but it was a buzz nonetheless. Sitting with the guys, he had been pressed on his relationship with Mackenzie, something even he wasn't sure of. Needless to say, Hyde left the circle a little early that day. But now it was 12 in the morning and he wasn't the least bit tired. Finally he stood up, threw on the first pair of jeans he found lying on the floor, and walked out of his room.
Once again Hyde was outside Mackenzie's window. He hadn't planned on going there and barely remembered climbing the tree to get to her ledge. But there he was watching her read peacefully in her bed. She was clad in a wife-beater, which had been cut just above her navel, and a pair of red flannel pants that were bunched up around her knees. The blue Christmas lights that she had put up around her room, and a single candle that sat next to her bed illuminated her skin.
Hyde was just about to turn around and climb back down the tree, when Mackenzie noticed him outside her window. Her eyes shot up from the book she was reading, and looked at him. Hyde froze; it was too late to turn back now, so he waited for her to come let him in.
Mackenzie sat up in her bed, and crossed her legs so she was sitting Indian style. She placed her book neatly in her lap and grinned at Hyde. She raised her eyebrows questioning him, but still kept a smirk on her face. Finally after not moving to let him in, she rolled her eyes at him and lay back in the position she had previously been in. She continued to read. "It's open," She said calmly, not taking her eyes from her book.
Hyde opened the window slowly, trying not to make any noise. Mackenzie glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and giggled slightly, "Couldn't sleep?"
"Got bored." Hyde answered simply, plopping onto her bed, next to her. Mackenzie lifted her legs and placed them, gently across Hyde's lap. Like Hyde had just come out of a dream, he realized Mackenzie had music playing softly in the background. It was Beethoven. Hyde looked at her oddly, she didn't seem like the type. Only then did he see what Mackenzie was reading. The pages were yellow and wrinkled, the binding was coming undone and the cover was cracked leather. She was reading, A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare. "Mac," He paused, "Um, Shakespeare?"
"Got bored." She replied, mimicking his tone from earlier, not bothering to move her head to look at him.
"Funny girl you are." He said sarcastically, obviously not pleased with her response.
She turned her upper body to look at him, "I happen to love Shakespeare, thank you very much. Midsummer Nights Dream is my favorite." Hyde continued to stare at her so she went on, "I read it when I can't sleep." Mackenzie's face dropped, "Daddy used to read it to me when I was little." Hyde instantly regretted asking her about it.
Mackenzie went back to reading, again ignoring Hyde. Against his better judgment Hyde spoke up again, "Could we possibly listen to something else?"
Mackenzie glared at him and sat up. "You do know that you're in MY room, sitting on MY bed, listening to MY music, right?" Hyde nodded, smirking at her a little. "Just as long as you know." Mackenzie reached over Hyde's body and turned the dial on her radio, to a station that was playing Bob Dylan's 'Hurricane'. The next morning Hyde climbed out of the window just like he had the night before, and snuck back into his room before anyone else woke up.