TAKING OVER ME, CHAPTER TWO
A/N: I told you I'm my own worst critic, so no wonder no one thought it sucked. I think everything I write sucks. And I think everything WingdCallisto, Centaur, The Potterettes, M4K0 and GrinningRandomElf write is brilliant. Duahaha.
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Have you forgotten all I know
and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
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"That'll be two eighty-five."
I dug around in my wallet and came up with the cash for the latte, actually envying the pimply boy behind the checkout counter. He could remember things.
I left the Starbucks, almost slamming the door behind me and stepping out into the cold air of early December. I shifted my briefcase in my hand and began to walk home, staring at the cracks in the sidewalk, when I hit another body.
We both fell, my briefcase's contents spilled on the cement and my latte now pouring into the gutter. "I'm so sorry," said a male voice. "I was... lost." He started helping me gather the papers that had flown out of my briefcase, and we both looked up.
My ocean blue met his dark brown.
He was staring at me, and I unconsciously did the same. "My name's Carrie," I said, offering a hand that wasn't grasping case files.
"Tom," he said, taking the offered handshake. I almost shuddered at his touch. It was so oddly familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I inquired, slipping my hand out of his and picking up another paper. He looked mildly confused.
"I don't know. It seems like I know you, too." His wide eyes wandered over to my empty latte cup. "Was that yours?"
I nodded mutely, my head down again, making sure I had all my files.
"Oh." He ran a hand through his short brown hair distractedly. "Well, let me buy you another one."
I looked up at him. He looked so lost, like a puppy. And he seemed so familiar.
...I love you too damn much.
A memory flashed in my head, making me take in my breath sharply. That voice. It was his voice. The man I had just bumped in to.
Tom cleared his throat, and I jumped a little. I had forgotten he was there. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly, snapping my briefcase shut. "I'll go."
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
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We sat in the Starbucks, a cappuccino in front of him and another latte in front of me. I looked down into the coffee cup, trying to think. This was all so confusing.
"Are you okay?" Tom said, looking at me oddly.
"Yes," I said, looking up. "I just... I think I lost someone. But I can't remember who."
Before I could regret pouring out my soul to a complete stranger, Tom reached over and touched my hand. Normally I would pull away, but his hand on mine just felt... right. Like he was a part of me somehow.
"I've been feeling that way lately too," he said, his hand still over mine. "I need to find her, but I don't know why."
I stared at him, amazed. But it couldn't be him. I would know.
Catching sight of my watch, my eyebrows went up. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I have to finish an opinion by tomorrow. But I'm glad I bumped into you. Really." I smiled at him, something I would never normally do with a guy, but I felt like I had connected with him.
Tom looked like he was fighting with himself, and a second later, in an obvious act of courage, said bluntly, "Can I have your phone number? Maybe... we can do this again some time."
I paused. I would never, ever do this, of all things. I didn't open up to men; I kept my emotions hidden and stayed alone. But he was so different. And I felt like I knew him.
I pulled a pen out of my purse and scribbled my number on a napkin. "Here," I said. "I'd love to do this again."
And I walked out of the Starbucks for the second time that day, wondering what had come over me. I wouldn't go out with him again when he called, probably. Then it would be over, and my life would go back to normal.
But then I agreed to go with him to dinner when he called the next day.
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A/N: Wow. I even like it. Comments! Please!
A/N: I told you I'm my own worst critic, so no wonder no one thought it sucked. I think everything I write sucks. And I think everything WingdCallisto, Centaur, The Potterettes, M4K0 and GrinningRandomElf write is brilliant. Duahaha.
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Have you forgotten all I know
and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
---
"That'll be two eighty-five."
I dug around in my wallet and came up with the cash for the latte, actually envying the pimply boy behind the checkout counter. He could remember things.
I left the Starbucks, almost slamming the door behind me and stepping out into the cold air of early December. I shifted my briefcase in my hand and began to walk home, staring at the cracks in the sidewalk, when I hit another body.
We both fell, my briefcase's contents spilled on the cement and my latte now pouring into the gutter. "I'm so sorry," said a male voice. "I was... lost." He started helping me gather the papers that had flown out of my briefcase, and we both looked up.
My ocean blue met his dark brown.
He was staring at me, and I unconsciously did the same. "My name's Carrie," I said, offering a hand that wasn't grasping case files.
"Tom," he said, taking the offered handshake. I almost shuddered at his touch. It was so oddly familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I inquired, slipping my hand out of his and picking up another paper. He looked mildly confused.
"I don't know. It seems like I know you, too." His wide eyes wandered over to my empty latte cup. "Was that yours?"
I nodded mutely, my head down again, making sure I had all my files.
"Oh." He ran a hand through his short brown hair distractedly. "Well, let me buy you another one."
I looked up at him. He looked so lost, like a puppy. And he seemed so familiar.
...I love you too damn much.
A memory flashed in my head, making me take in my breath sharply. That voice. It was his voice. The man I had just bumped in to.
Tom cleared his throat, and I jumped a little. I had forgotten he was there. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly, snapping my briefcase shut. "I'll go."
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
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We sat in the Starbucks, a cappuccino in front of him and another latte in front of me. I looked down into the coffee cup, trying to think. This was all so confusing.
"Are you okay?" Tom said, looking at me oddly.
"Yes," I said, looking up. "I just... I think I lost someone. But I can't remember who."
Before I could regret pouring out my soul to a complete stranger, Tom reached over and touched my hand. Normally I would pull away, but his hand on mine just felt... right. Like he was a part of me somehow.
"I've been feeling that way lately too," he said, his hand still over mine. "I need to find her, but I don't know why."
I stared at him, amazed. But it couldn't be him. I would know.
Catching sight of my watch, my eyebrows went up. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I have to finish an opinion by tomorrow. But I'm glad I bumped into you. Really." I smiled at him, something I would never normally do with a guy, but I felt like I had connected with him.
Tom looked like he was fighting with himself, and a second later, in an obvious act of courage, said bluntly, "Can I have your phone number? Maybe... we can do this again some time."
I paused. I would never, ever do this, of all things. I didn't open up to men; I kept my emotions hidden and stayed alone. But he was so different. And I felt like I knew him.
I pulled a pen out of my purse and scribbled my number on a napkin. "Here," I said. "I'd love to do this again."
And I walked out of the Starbucks for the second time that day, wondering what had come over me. I wouldn't go out with him again when he called, probably. Then it would be over, and my life would go back to normal.
But then I agreed to go with him to dinner when he called the next day.
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A/N: Wow. I even like it. Comments! Please!