What I Want, Chapter Eight.
"Shut up." She said. "You're lying."
"No, seriously, I can sing. I was in the state choir for five years.before, well, you know."
"OK, sing something." She replied tartly. She hadn't actually expected him to tell her something.so, well, personal.when she asked him to tell her something about him that no one else knew.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"Amazing grace." She said, rolling her eyes. He knew she sang, he had come upon her doing just that several times when she thought she was alone. And she figured he was joking when he said that he did.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," he started, and her jaw fell open. He *could* sing, and very well. "Told you." He whispered, and then continued the song to it's end. "So." He said after the last note died down. "Sing something for me."
"That was so good." She said, throwing her arms around his shoulders. "I didn't know you were so good."
"I'm not that good." He replied. "I'm decent.but I bet you're good. So, sing something for me."
"I can't." She replied. She'd hoped he'd drop it. Singing was the one thing she had to herself, the one thing that she couldn't let anyone know about.
"Come on, yes you can." He slipped his arms around her waist. "Sing 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina.'"
She breathed in deeply, and then out slowly. "I can't." She said. "I've never sung for anyone. Ever." At least, no one like him.
"I've heard you sing." He said, hoping she would give in soon.
"Yeah, well, I just.I'm not ready."
"Yes you are, Kitty, I know you are. Sing something for me."
"Fine." She said. "It won't be easy, you'll think it strange." She began, then closed her eyes. "When I try to explain how I feel, that I still need your love, after all that I've done." She was cut off by the jet engines.
He grabbed her hand. "That was beautiful. You're wonderful." Then he squeezed her hand. "I'm going to need to." Then the doors opened, and he let go of her hand. "Just, um." But Jean had already called out his name, and run over, and began to kiss him, heatedly.
"I missed you so much!" She said into his mouth, and then began to kiss him again.
It hurt to see them kiss. She didn't know why, it could have been because she had been doing the same thing less than an hour ago, or because he didn't seem to be resisting.
"Let's go to the room." Scott said. Her eyes bulged. He had been pretending with her, waiting for Jean to come back. It didn't surprise her when tears came to her eyes. And then, crying, she went back up to her room.
She should have known. She should have known.
"Shut up." She said. "You're lying."
"No, seriously, I can sing. I was in the state choir for five years.before, well, you know."
"OK, sing something." She replied tartly. She hadn't actually expected him to tell her something.so, well, personal.when she asked him to tell her something about him that no one else knew.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"Amazing grace." She said, rolling her eyes. He knew she sang, he had come upon her doing just that several times when she thought she was alone. And she figured he was joking when he said that he did.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," he started, and her jaw fell open. He *could* sing, and very well. "Told you." He whispered, and then continued the song to it's end. "So." He said after the last note died down. "Sing something for me."
"That was so good." She said, throwing her arms around his shoulders. "I didn't know you were so good."
"I'm not that good." He replied. "I'm decent.but I bet you're good. So, sing something for me."
"I can't." She replied. She'd hoped he'd drop it. Singing was the one thing she had to herself, the one thing that she couldn't let anyone know about.
"Come on, yes you can." He slipped his arms around her waist. "Sing 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina.'"
She breathed in deeply, and then out slowly. "I can't." She said. "I've never sung for anyone. Ever." At least, no one like him.
"I've heard you sing." He said, hoping she would give in soon.
"Yeah, well, I just.I'm not ready."
"Yes you are, Kitty, I know you are. Sing something for me."
"Fine." She said. "It won't be easy, you'll think it strange." She began, then closed her eyes. "When I try to explain how I feel, that I still need your love, after all that I've done." She was cut off by the jet engines.
He grabbed her hand. "That was beautiful. You're wonderful." Then he squeezed her hand. "I'm going to need to." Then the doors opened, and he let go of her hand. "Just, um." But Jean had already called out his name, and run over, and began to kiss him, heatedly.
"I missed you so much!" She said into his mouth, and then began to kiss him again.
It hurt to see them kiss. She didn't know why, it could have been because she had been doing the same thing less than an hour ago, or because he didn't seem to be resisting.
"Let's go to the room." Scott said. Her eyes bulged. He had been pretending with her, waiting for Jean to come back. It didn't surprise her when tears came to her eyes. And then, crying, she went back up to her room.
She should have known. She should have known.
