Angel Boy
Chapter 12/?
A 7th Heaven fan fic by Lucky Star
First an apology to my readers because I have neglected this story far too long...There's no excuse for it I know, but the good news is that my second job is wrapping up on April 15, and that means more time for the important things, like writing...So just bear with me a little longer...
But I'm here to talk about the fic, Angel Boy. The first 11 chapters have been seen exclusively through Simon's eyes, but chapter 12 refused to cooperate until I gave Victoria the pencil...I hope it proves to be worth the wait...
Chapter 12:
~Victoria~
"Come here and kiss me," he said and I knew I couldn't refuse. I would never deny him anything. "Because I can't come to you," he finished, his voice full of love and passion far beyond his years.
Simon Camden was the perfect guy. Absolutely perfect. The kind of guy every girl dreamed about, the kind of guy who wouldn't have cared that I was an Olympic gymnast.
I moved forward, and he leaned toward me to meet me halfway. Our lips met and my eyes closed and I wanted to stand toe to toe with him, our bodies pressed together, arms around each other, fingers in the hair, two hearts beating as one.
I never wanted the kiss to end, but a sudden wave of pain ricocheted up my spine forcing me to pull back. His hands fell limply to his sides, a clear sign that he didn't want it to end either. If things were different, if we weren't both prisoners held in check by our broken bodies...but no. There was only heartbreak waited in the wings of that fantasy.
knew I would never see Simon again after I lef tthe hospital, unless he convinced his parents to bring him to my house. That might happen once or twice. Maybe three times if his parents were really as cool as he said they were, but even the coolest parents had to have their limts and asking them to drive two hours each way to take their paralysed son to see his paralysed girlfriend was asking a lot.
Girlfriend. The word rolled around my mind like a tumbleweed. Was I his girlfried? Dare I even think it? Would he even want me? He would be a loving, loyal, attentive boyfriend, nd no doubt he would make an amazing lover, not some cheap one night stand like most of the guys I knew who only wanted the prestige of dating a gymnast with Olympic potential. Those guys wouldn't look twice at me now, except to stare out of pity. Simon wasn't like that, wouldn't ever be like that.
Simon was the kind of guy who would wait until he was really in love before he had sex with a girl. He might even want to wait until he was married, and I didn't think it had anything to do with the fact he was a preacher's kid. He was a good guy, a real, down to earth guy with a good head on his shoulders. Simon Camden respected people, even girls.
But what would he think of me if he knew I was really little more than a cheap whore before the accident took my legs?
"Tory?" his voice cut into my thought. I blinked and looked at his face, his perfect, baby-smooth face, and those intense green eyes staring back at me. "What are you thinking?"
The question was completely innocent because he was completely innocent and he had no idea what I was thinking. I looked down at my hands and took a deep breath, trying to think of something cleaver to say, and hoping I didn't blush and give myself away.
"I love you." The words fell out of my mouth before I realized what I had said. So much for not blushing, I could feel the heat darken my skin.
"Oh Tory..." he started.
I shook my head. I had no right to say those words to him. Three simple little words, but their meaning was anything but simple.
"I'm sorry..." I stammered and tried to turn my chair around to the door, but the wheels were locked and I was crying and I couldn't see and I couldn't coordinate my hands to unlock the wheels to make my escape. After a few frustrating seconds I gave up and just covered my face with my hands and cried.
But then his hands were on my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. I wanted him to take me in his arms and hold me so I could cry on his shoulder, because I knew I would feel safe and warm in his embrace. but he couldn't do it and neither could I and it didn't matter because after this day we would probably never see each other again.
"Tory..." he said my name so softly I wasn't really even sure he said anything at all, but I looked up at him and he smiled with tears in his eyes. "I love you too."
How could he love me? How could I love him? We barely knew each other. A hospital was hardly a place to get to know someone...but I knew I did love him, and he did love me and that was possibly the worst thing that could have happened to each of us.
I had to leave soon. Soon but not yet. I could either waste the precious little time we had left by sitting stubbornly in my chair fighting the confusion inside me or I could go to him. I kissed him again, I had to. It was all I could do.
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End chapter 12. I know it's short, but hopefully it's worth the wait. Again I'm sorry it's been so long since this story was updated. Thanks for being patient, you guys are the best! ~Lucky Star (JJsLuckyStar@aol.com)
Chapter 12/?
A 7th Heaven fan fic by Lucky Star
First an apology to my readers because I have neglected this story far too long...There's no excuse for it I know, but the good news is that my second job is wrapping up on April 15, and that means more time for the important things, like writing...So just bear with me a little longer...
But I'm here to talk about the fic, Angel Boy. The first 11 chapters have been seen exclusively through Simon's eyes, but chapter 12 refused to cooperate until I gave Victoria the pencil...I hope it proves to be worth the wait...
Chapter 12:
~Victoria~
"Come here and kiss me," he said and I knew I couldn't refuse. I would never deny him anything. "Because I can't come to you," he finished, his voice full of love and passion far beyond his years.
Simon Camden was the perfect guy. Absolutely perfect. The kind of guy every girl dreamed about, the kind of guy who wouldn't have cared that I was an Olympic gymnast.
I moved forward, and he leaned toward me to meet me halfway. Our lips met and my eyes closed and I wanted to stand toe to toe with him, our bodies pressed together, arms around each other, fingers in the hair, two hearts beating as one.
I never wanted the kiss to end, but a sudden wave of pain ricocheted up my spine forcing me to pull back. His hands fell limply to his sides, a clear sign that he didn't want it to end either. If things were different, if we weren't both prisoners held in check by our broken bodies...but no. There was only heartbreak waited in the wings of that fantasy.
knew I would never see Simon again after I lef tthe hospital, unless he convinced his parents to bring him to my house. That might happen once or twice. Maybe three times if his parents were really as cool as he said they were, but even the coolest parents had to have their limts and asking them to drive two hours each way to take their paralysed son to see his paralysed girlfriend was asking a lot.
Girlfriend. The word rolled around my mind like a tumbleweed. Was I his girlfried? Dare I even think it? Would he even want me? He would be a loving, loyal, attentive boyfriend, nd no doubt he would make an amazing lover, not some cheap one night stand like most of the guys I knew who only wanted the prestige of dating a gymnast with Olympic potential. Those guys wouldn't look twice at me now, except to stare out of pity. Simon wasn't like that, wouldn't ever be like that.
Simon was the kind of guy who would wait until he was really in love before he had sex with a girl. He might even want to wait until he was married, and I didn't think it had anything to do with the fact he was a preacher's kid. He was a good guy, a real, down to earth guy with a good head on his shoulders. Simon Camden respected people, even girls.
But what would he think of me if he knew I was really little more than a cheap whore before the accident took my legs?
"Tory?" his voice cut into my thought. I blinked and looked at his face, his perfect, baby-smooth face, and those intense green eyes staring back at me. "What are you thinking?"
The question was completely innocent because he was completely innocent and he had no idea what I was thinking. I looked down at my hands and took a deep breath, trying to think of something cleaver to say, and hoping I didn't blush and give myself away.
"I love you." The words fell out of my mouth before I realized what I had said. So much for not blushing, I could feel the heat darken my skin.
"Oh Tory..." he started.
I shook my head. I had no right to say those words to him. Three simple little words, but their meaning was anything but simple.
"I'm sorry..." I stammered and tried to turn my chair around to the door, but the wheels were locked and I was crying and I couldn't see and I couldn't coordinate my hands to unlock the wheels to make my escape. After a few frustrating seconds I gave up and just covered my face with my hands and cried.
But then his hands were on my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. I wanted him to take me in his arms and hold me so I could cry on his shoulder, because I knew I would feel safe and warm in his embrace. but he couldn't do it and neither could I and it didn't matter because after this day we would probably never see each other again.
"Tory..." he said my name so softly I wasn't really even sure he said anything at all, but I looked up at him and he smiled with tears in his eyes. "I love you too."
How could he love me? How could I love him? We barely knew each other. A hospital was hardly a place to get to know someone...but I knew I did love him, and he did love me and that was possibly the worst thing that could have happened to each of us.
I had to leave soon. Soon but not yet. I could either waste the precious little time we had left by sitting stubbornly in my chair fighting the confusion inside me or I could go to him. I kissed him again, I had to. It was all I could do.
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End chapter 12. I know it's short, but hopefully it's worth the wait. Again I'm sorry it's been so long since this story was updated. Thanks for being patient, you guys are the best! ~Lucky Star (JJsLuckyStar@aol.com)
