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Trent walked down the stairs and turned to the hall that led into the kitchen. He walked in, still buttoning up his shirt, and the tightness returned to his chest as he saw Lauren sitting on a stool looking over sketches.
"Hey," He said. The room was so quiet the word seemed to hang in the air.
"Hey." Lauren replied quietly, her voice shy. She usually wasn't shy but she didn't know how to be around him. He had mood swings so violently and so unexpectantly that she had no idea how to act around him.
"Um, look..." Trent began, shoving his hands wrist deep into his pockets. Lauren saw the veins in his tan arms, saw his fingers fidget in the pockets, and she looked up at his face. He reminded her of the boy she saw off Bubble Boy for a moment, with the goofy half smile and crazy, wet black hair. She smiled to herself, and listened to him. "I... I better go." Was all he said.
"I'll drive you, just let me get my purse-..." Lauren began, but stopped when Trent held his hand up.
"No, please. Don't worry about it. I need to walk." He put the hand back in his pocket.
Lauren got up and slowly moved towards him. "It's a long walk."
"Yeah, well... Gotta burn off those calories." Trent tried sarcastically. Lauren could tell he was very uneasy, but the way he kept shifting from foot to foot, rocking back and forth gently, the half smile in place and the big, hooded blue gray eyes never leaving her for even a moment.
"Come on, Trent." Lauren was almost in front of him. "What are you afraid of?"
You. He wanted to say, but instead, "Nothing. I just... need time alone. You know what I mean?" He realized he was looking down at her, and her up at him, as they had just about half an hour ago. He wanted to take his hands out of his pockets and ravish her, touch her, but it was way too soon. Way, way too soon. This was a special girl, he knew it, and that he could never have her. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he felt her soft lips being pressed to his.
He looked down at her, closing his mouth and kissing her back, closing his eyes. At that point, he did take his hands out of his pockets and placed them on her hips to push her closer. He kissed the sides of her mouth, her bottom lip, her top lip, but refused to get any more intimate. Trent pushed her away, his chest heaving from holding his breathe, his heart speeding.
"Lauren, this can't happen." Trent held her at arms length, staring at her bright blue eyes that were filled with an emotion he couldn't read. "Look, I've already explained to you..." He looked around the room, his large hands still clamped on her upper arms. "I have to go. Thank you for lunch." And he strode out of the room.
Lauren stood, absolutely bewildered, and listened to his heavy footsteps as they made their way to the front door. She listened to it open then slam shut, and it snapped her out of her confused state. Gasping, she went after him, running to the front door and barefoot out onto the cold pavement. "Trent!"
Trent didn't turn around, but kept walking. "Trent!" She called again, and he turned around, still moving.
"What?!"
"Um... Let me give you a ride home!" Lauren shouted.
"No. Thanks. I'll see you later, Lauren." He took two fingers and mock saluted to her from his forehead.
Lauren let out a sound of utter frustration, her breath coming out in bright, white bursts. "Bastard." She whipped around and stomped inside, slamming the door.
Having no idea why she was so furious, Lauren stomped up the stairs and entered the bathroom and stripped of her clothes. She would take a shower, and then call Felice and talk about nothing.
And forget about Trent.
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Trent walked down the stairs and turned to the hall that led into the kitchen. He walked in, still buttoning up his shirt, and the tightness returned to his chest as he saw Lauren sitting on a stool looking over sketches.
"Hey," He said. The room was so quiet the word seemed to hang in the air.
"Hey." Lauren replied quietly, her voice shy. She usually wasn't shy but she didn't know how to be around him. He had mood swings so violently and so unexpectantly that she had no idea how to act around him.
"Um, look..." Trent began, shoving his hands wrist deep into his pockets. Lauren saw the veins in his tan arms, saw his fingers fidget in the pockets, and she looked up at his face. He reminded her of the boy she saw off Bubble Boy for a moment, with the goofy half smile and crazy, wet black hair. She smiled to herself, and listened to him. "I... I better go." Was all he said.
"I'll drive you, just let me get my purse-..." Lauren began, but stopped when Trent held his hand up.
"No, please. Don't worry about it. I need to walk." He put the hand back in his pocket.
Lauren got up and slowly moved towards him. "It's a long walk."
"Yeah, well... Gotta burn off those calories." Trent tried sarcastically. Lauren could tell he was very uneasy, but the way he kept shifting from foot to foot, rocking back and forth gently, the half smile in place and the big, hooded blue gray eyes never leaving her for even a moment.
"Come on, Trent." Lauren was almost in front of him. "What are you afraid of?"
You. He wanted to say, but instead, "Nothing. I just... need time alone. You know what I mean?" He realized he was looking down at her, and her up at him, as they had just about half an hour ago. He wanted to take his hands out of his pockets and ravish her, touch her, but it was way too soon. Way, way too soon. This was a special girl, he knew it, and that he could never have her. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he felt her soft lips being pressed to his.
He looked down at her, closing his mouth and kissing her back, closing his eyes. At that point, he did take his hands out of his pockets and placed them on her hips to push her closer. He kissed the sides of her mouth, her bottom lip, her top lip, but refused to get any more intimate. Trent pushed her away, his chest heaving from holding his breathe, his heart speeding.
"Lauren, this can't happen." Trent held her at arms length, staring at her bright blue eyes that were filled with an emotion he couldn't read. "Look, I've already explained to you..." He looked around the room, his large hands still clamped on her upper arms. "I have to go. Thank you for lunch." And he strode out of the room.
Lauren stood, absolutely bewildered, and listened to his heavy footsteps as they made their way to the front door. She listened to it open then slam shut, and it snapped her out of her confused state. Gasping, she went after him, running to the front door and barefoot out onto the cold pavement. "Trent!"
Trent didn't turn around, but kept walking. "Trent!" She called again, and he turned around, still moving.
"What?!"
"Um... Let me give you a ride home!" Lauren shouted.
"No. Thanks. I'll see you later, Lauren." He took two fingers and mock saluted to her from his forehead.
Lauren let out a sound of utter frustration, her breath coming out in bright, white bursts. "Bastard." She whipped around and stomped inside, slamming the door.
Having no idea why she was so furious, Lauren stomped up the stairs and entered the bathroom and stripped of her clothes. She would take a shower, and then call Felice and talk about nothing.
And forget about Trent.
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