To summary and stuff, see part one.
Author's note: I don't know what is it, but it was so fun to write this part, especially the mini golf one. I really enjoyed doing this and I hope you will enjoy reading it.
Oh, and thank you for all the reviews! ;]
Martin and Sam forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com
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Part Six
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I kept staring at the wood several seconds after the slam of it echoed through the busy street. I looked perplexed at Martin with my jaw wide open. I mean, seriously, how someone dare to slam the door on my face? "Can you believe that?"
"Let's knock again." He said with his hand already on the door.
"Yeah, of course, this will make this..." I though a very low word but didn't actually say it out loud. "...to open the door." How can someone do that? I'm here, in the cold shivering like a leaf in the wind just wanting to get this done with and go back to the warmth of the FBI building and this lovely sir slam the door on my face. Unbelievable, just unbelievable.
Martin knocked again after seconds of silence...
1... 2... 3... 4.... Sorry, but I won't reach ten...
"Open this damn door or we're getting inside!" I knocked this time, my hand pounding on the door as I yelled to that lovely sir inside. I really meant it, if doesn't open the door I'm invading.
Martin put a hand on my arm to stop me from crushing the door down. His hand on my arm was enough to freeze me and make me calm down. But not enough to change my mood. "We're from FBI, sir, you have to open the door."
"I don't have to. If you want to talk to me bring an order otherwise I don't have business with your people." He yelled back from the second floor and Martin and I looked up.
I think he sensed my heat rising because I felt his hand on me again, stopping me from saying or doing whatever I was going to. I looked at him and saw his eyes silently telling me to calm down. Really, either I was getting nuts or this thing I had for him was more serious than I thought. I sighed deeply and let it out in a hard puff.
Damn weather, damn it to hell.
"There's a little boy missing and we need to ask a few questions. We need to find him."
"I have nothing to do with that family. I don't care if any of them is missing or dead." He yelled again and this time closed the window. He used as much force as he did to close the door. Great.
Nice words, really nice. I felt my temper rising stronger. That son of a bitch... How could he say that? It was just a little boy. One that might be cold and hungry and scared and that old guy couldn't even help us. Was his fury for that family so big at the point of letting a little boy die? I was already in bad mood, it was too early, too cold and I was hungry, plus this nice man saying nice things.
I opened my mouth to say some nice things back to him but, then again, Martin put a hand on my arm. What was wrong with him? It was some kind of fetish for my arm or something? He wouldn't stop touching it.
"Keep your temper." He said seriously, looking me directly in the eye. Keep my temper? Keep my temper?? At this right moment he was the one I was angry with. He just signed his death sentence.
"Keep my temper?" I almost yelled and realizing the loud tone of my voice I stop myself. "Keep my temper?" I said again, my voice steady and normal. Not the normal normal voice, but the normal Samantha Spade I-am-pissed-off tone of voice. "A six year old little boy can die and he doesn't even care!"
"We can't do anything." I showed anger in my voice and my face was probably red and stiffened. Sometimes I could really scare someone when I was like that. But not Martin.. Nope, not him. He knew very well my I'll-eat-you-alive façade. Damn him.
I sighed and crossed my arms to both keep me warm and to put on a defensive posture. He pulled me to walk with him by the hand he had put on my arm. Whoever needed a coat if Martin's warmth was right with you?
"The only thing we can do is to charge him of complicity of the disappearance of Tommy and arrest him."
"We should do that."
"Yes and we will as soon as we get back." He stopped, consequently I stopped and he looked at me, that serious look on his eyes I didn't like. It made disappear the glow in his eyes, that little light in them I loved. "Ok?"
I nodded, too focused on his eyes to think of something to say. Lack of words, seeming dumb and stupid right in front of your crush... Don't you hate when this happen?
"Sam, we'll find him, OK?" He said rather gently and softly. His had leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my face. It was good and comfortable; it warmed my face and made me forget the cold around us. Hell, it made me forget I was even in the middle of a busy New York street. His hand on my shoulder brought me back from dreamland, back to his pretty eyes. Was it possible someone's eyes be so blue? "OK?" He repeated, his fingers massaging my shoulder and his eyes right into mine.
"Yeah." I nodded again and smile to ensure him that I believed him. If he smiles too I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. There it is... his smile is forming. Shit. I looked down before it could form fully.
"Sam, are you all right?" He whispered.
I looked up and nodded but my nod faded to a shake of head. "It's just... He's just a little boy. Six years old. How can someone harm a child? And so young?"
"It's a mad world. People do things and all we can do is to undo them."
"Yeah." As the word left my mouth a freezing and sharp wind blew, making the hem of my coat fly. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself trying to keep me warmer.
"It's too cold. Come on, let's get inside the car." He put a hand on my back to guide me back to the car. My body tingled as his hand stayed on my back. This was ridiculous. I could feel the nervousness rising up just by his touch. I mean; his hand wasn't even on my bare flesh. There were layers of cloth between our skins.
It doesn't matter; I could feel him under any kind of cloths and any amount of it. His touch was tender and soft and had its own way through my body. My poor body responded by itself, it was something I couldn't prevent. It was automatic.
He's handsome, smart, witty, amazing, nice, kind, sweet... too many words to name... he was the closest thing that I could define to perfect. He gave me this... this thing that used to be part of the unseen. I couldn't help it. Feelings have their own way when they're going to take a turn or not and you can't stop them.
And there was this thing I saw in his eyes every time he looked at me. I could be flattering myself or whatever but I saw it, I saw that thing in his eyes. It was something he directed towards me, something that kept my hopes up about us, about my unresolved feelings for him. He felt something for me, I saw in his eyes. It could be just me, just my feelings for him playing games, or I could just be hallucinating... but I wasn't. Something's telling me, I was not hallucinating.
* * *
"You still here?"
His voice made a single tingle ran through my body. I stopped writing instantaneously and let my pen fall to the table with a muffled sound. He stood in front of me for a second then pulled the chair back and sat. "I was just..." His eyes were so intensely looking at me, his smile was so sweet and hypnotic I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I pretended a cough and cleaned my throat hoping the words would come out. "I was just finishing my paperwork."
"Really fun." He breathed out and reached one hand out in my direction. I hold my breath, preparing myself for the wave of dizziness when he touched my hand, for the fire and the butterflies, but they never came. Instead of touching me like I though - no, I hoped - he would, he took a paper and put it on front of him to read.
I let out my breath again, a little disappointed and went back to filling my report. Just a few more lines and I was done. I would, indeed, if Martin didn't sit there watching me. His presence was more important than anything else, than these stupid reports... We could be somewhere having drinks.
"Do you know what my mother always told me?" He asked suddenly after minutes, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I looked up startled and curious. "What?"
"Never let your work become your life." He looked away from me, at nothing in particular as if he was remembering when she said that. He smiled and focused back on me. "Wise woman."
I smiled too, but pleased by his attitude, by knowing this little piece of thing about him. These were really wise words, but something really common to me. It had become my life already. I didn't have another life; I didn't have a personal life so the only thing that lasted was my job. "And you said that because...?" Yeah, well, I needed to know why he suddenly said that.
"Because we should be somewhere else instead of here completely bored."
"You're the only one bored." I stated and he wagged his eyebrows.
"Oh, am I?"
I giggled. Sweet Lord I really giggled, for the first time since I can remember. It was just a giggle, nothing surprising with it, but still... It was the first time I giggled because if him. "No." I smiled; I was over my giggle already.
He got up and walked to my side and before I could protest or impede him, he gathered my papers and put them inside my briefcase and took my coat from my chair. "Let's get out of here." He said as he held my coat open so I could slide my arms in.
"There's no way I can say no, is there?" I asked just to ask because I so wanted to get out of here, especially with him. I put my coat on and turned to him with a smile on my lips and surprised he was smiling too.
"No." He seemed a child on Christmas morning, he really did. He was so excited that I was surprised. He seemed to want to take me out of here and somewhere away from work. He took my briefcase and held it for me. "Come on, we can eat Chinese and this time without take outs."
"Oh, this will be new for me. I always wondered how it tastes when the food is done."
"Let's find out."
I giggled again. Good lord, make me stop. I was giggling like an idiot and it wasn't good. I was so pleased right now I couldn't stop myself. Yeah, well, he does that to me.
Chinese right in the restaurant... I always wondered how it would taste.
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"He said his mother said that."
"Wise woman."
I smiled as I looked down at my hands. No shaking. No twisting. Good thing. "That's what he said."
"What do you think?" Lisa un-crossed and crossed her legs again. She had a smile on her lips and looked pleased. I think I'm beginning to open up like she wanted. I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"She's right." I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. She never stopped looking at me. Even if I was starting to feel comfortable around her I still didn't like her staring at me. "She's wise. Never let your work become your life." I repeated the words, slowly, feeling them as each word left my mouth and slipped between my lips. "No one had never said that to me."
"There's a first thing to every thing."
"I always thought my work was my life and was glad with it."
"But now you're changing your opinion?"
"I guess so."
"What do you think now?"
I stared at her as I thought the words I wanted to say. I was sure of it, I was sure of what I wanted, of who I wanted. My feelings were pretty obvious and they weren't lying to me. I knew now exactly what I wanted. "I don't want my work to be my life anymore. I want to have my own."
"That's what every one wants."
I shook my head and kept staring at her. "I want Martin to be part of this life."
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I couldn't believe in what my eyes were seeing. It could be the light playing games with my, they could be lying to me, or could be the lack of food. I was starving. The last time I ate it was five hours ago and I seriously needed more food in my belly. But, hey, I'm not letting him go like that, not changing the subject. "You bastard cheater!"
He looked up startled by my sudden burst out. "What?" He tilted his head and shot me that smile that made me melt. Bastard. He's not going to make me forget about his cheating with his boyish smile. I stared at him, his smile fully on and my heart started to melt. So cute... No! Not letting him win. Bastard.
"Cheater!" I walked up to him and yanked his golf club from him. "Chea-ter! I saw you kicking the ball into the hole." I pointed and waved my hand around to emphatise my words and to make him see my point. I wasn't angry, the problem was that no one makes a fool of Samantha Spade.
"You saw wrong. I used my club."
I let my jaw fall with surprise. Was he kidding me? Was he thinking I'm stupid? I told you, no one makes a fool of Samantha Spade. I dropped our clubs (since I was holding Martin's) and put my hands on my hips. "Oh, now you're a liar too." I raised my eyebrow daring him to explain.
"I'm not the only one cheating here." He sang-song the words out. Bastard.
"I didn't cheat! My club was broken."
"Oh, so you kick the ball then?"
I squinted my eyes and gave him my evil, evil look. "The next thing I'm going to kick is your ass."
He scoffed and then laughed. "You know what? I don't want to play anymore." He threw his arms in the air and bent down to pick his club. When he stood again he looked at me in the eyes and smiled. "You become too annoying when you're competitive."
"Competitive? I'm the one winning here, plus I'm not cheating."
"You were cheating. And why do you care? Half the time we were fooling around anyway..."
I smiled to myself, my 'competitive attitude' fading away as quickly as it came. I was picked my club from the floor and handed him it, then he took the balls to return them to that woman who looked strangely at us when she gave the balls to us. I was having so much fun with him, it was just a stupid game but spending time with him was like breathing; I needed it.
"I need to feed you now. I heard your stomach starting to snore a couple of hours ago."
"You heard and didn't do anything? You mean man..."
"Hey, I was waiting for you to stop being stubborn and drop that Oh-I-am-the-shit attitude and ask to eat."
"It's not an attitude." Yeah, of course not. What do you think? I'm not that shallow and I do not need to pretend because I am the shit.
"Of course not." He chuckled. "Come on." He put his free hand on my back to guide me. I heard him chuckling silently, trying to restrain it from coming out stronger and almost couldn't stop mine own.
I never loved mini golf so much in my life.
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"I did win."
"You didn't." He calmly said back without taking his eyes from the TV.
"You cheated, you stopped the game, you called me names and counted all wrong. If this doesn't mean losing, buddy, I don't know what it means."
"This means 'end of game let's go home'." And he didn't take his eyes off of the TV again.
I slammed my feet over the coffee table with all the strength I could and leaned back, resting on the leather black couch. As my feet made contact with the dark wood of the table some of the light objects slightly jumped, showing my childlike attitude. Martin didn't flinch not even a bit. I looked down at the take out in my hands and sighed a half happy, half sad sigh. Here we are, back to our lives.
I took one chicken with my own hand and shoved it inside my mouth. "I miss the real taste of it."
He looked at me and smiled a bit. "It is better, huh?"
"Way better."
"We can go back someday."
"Yeah, someday." I echoed silently, still looking at my so loved Chinese take out.
He shifted; making himself comfortable I think and brought his eyes back to the TV. He sighed just before putting some food in his mouth. He chewed it slower than it was actually necessary and I started to wonder. I mean; did he really need to eat so slowly? Was he liking his food so much? Did his food have a different taste? I should eat some and see if he was cheating me. Again.
I was about to say something when he looked at me and spoke first. "Maybe we should go now." He said throwing his take out over the coffee table.
He wasn't cheating me again, after all. "Absolutely." I quickly agreed and threw my take out over the coffee table too. Nothing better than food freshly made. I put my shoes back on before getting up and followed him to the door.
"Do you want an extra coat?"
"Nah. I'm fine."
"All right. Let's go then." He opened the door and let me pass first.
As he was locking it, a wicked smile formed over my lips. As I opened my mouth to speak, I walked away so he wouldn't argue back. "And I did win."
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Author's note: I don't know what is it, but it was so fun to write this part, especially the mini golf one. I really enjoyed doing this and I hope you will enjoy reading it.
Oh, and thank you for all the reviews! ;]
Martin and Sam forum @ destinedto.proboards26.com
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Part Six
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I kept staring at the wood several seconds after the slam of it echoed through the busy street. I looked perplexed at Martin with my jaw wide open. I mean, seriously, how someone dare to slam the door on my face? "Can you believe that?"
"Let's knock again." He said with his hand already on the door.
"Yeah, of course, this will make this..." I though a very low word but didn't actually say it out loud. "...to open the door." How can someone do that? I'm here, in the cold shivering like a leaf in the wind just wanting to get this done with and go back to the warmth of the FBI building and this lovely sir slam the door on my face. Unbelievable, just unbelievable.
Martin knocked again after seconds of silence...
1... 2... 3... 4.... Sorry, but I won't reach ten...
"Open this damn door or we're getting inside!" I knocked this time, my hand pounding on the door as I yelled to that lovely sir inside. I really meant it, if doesn't open the door I'm invading.
Martin put a hand on my arm to stop me from crushing the door down. His hand on my arm was enough to freeze me and make me calm down. But not enough to change my mood. "We're from FBI, sir, you have to open the door."
"I don't have to. If you want to talk to me bring an order otherwise I don't have business with your people." He yelled back from the second floor and Martin and I looked up.
I think he sensed my heat rising because I felt his hand on me again, stopping me from saying or doing whatever I was going to. I looked at him and saw his eyes silently telling me to calm down. Really, either I was getting nuts or this thing I had for him was more serious than I thought. I sighed deeply and let it out in a hard puff.
Damn weather, damn it to hell.
"There's a little boy missing and we need to ask a few questions. We need to find him."
"I have nothing to do with that family. I don't care if any of them is missing or dead." He yelled again and this time closed the window. He used as much force as he did to close the door. Great.
Nice words, really nice. I felt my temper rising stronger. That son of a bitch... How could he say that? It was just a little boy. One that might be cold and hungry and scared and that old guy couldn't even help us. Was his fury for that family so big at the point of letting a little boy die? I was already in bad mood, it was too early, too cold and I was hungry, plus this nice man saying nice things.
I opened my mouth to say some nice things back to him but, then again, Martin put a hand on my arm. What was wrong with him? It was some kind of fetish for my arm or something? He wouldn't stop touching it.
"Keep your temper." He said seriously, looking me directly in the eye. Keep my temper? Keep my temper?? At this right moment he was the one I was angry with. He just signed his death sentence.
"Keep my temper?" I almost yelled and realizing the loud tone of my voice I stop myself. "Keep my temper?" I said again, my voice steady and normal. Not the normal normal voice, but the normal Samantha Spade I-am-pissed-off tone of voice. "A six year old little boy can die and he doesn't even care!"
"We can't do anything." I showed anger in my voice and my face was probably red and stiffened. Sometimes I could really scare someone when I was like that. But not Martin.. Nope, not him. He knew very well my I'll-eat-you-alive façade. Damn him.
I sighed and crossed my arms to both keep me warm and to put on a defensive posture. He pulled me to walk with him by the hand he had put on my arm. Whoever needed a coat if Martin's warmth was right with you?
"The only thing we can do is to charge him of complicity of the disappearance of Tommy and arrest him."
"We should do that."
"Yes and we will as soon as we get back." He stopped, consequently I stopped and he looked at me, that serious look on his eyes I didn't like. It made disappear the glow in his eyes, that little light in them I loved. "Ok?"
I nodded, too focused on his eyes to think of something to say. Lack of words, seeming dumb and stupid right in front of your crush... Don't you hate when this happen?
"Sam, we'll find him, OK?" He said rather gently and softly. His had leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my face. It was good and comfortable; it warmed my face and made me forget the cold around us. Hell, it made me forget I was even in the middle of a busy New York street. His hand on my shoulder brought me back from dreamland, back to his pretty eyes. Was it possible someone's eyes be so blue? "OK?" He repeated, his fingers massaging my shoulder and his eyes right into mine.
"Yeah." I nodded again and smile to ensure him that I believed him. If he smiles too I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. There it is... his smile is forming. Shit. I looked down before it could form fully.
"Sam, are you all right?" He whispered.
I looked up and nodded but my nod faded to a shake of head. "It's just... He's just a little boy. Six years old. How can someone harm a child? And so young?"
"It's a mad world. People do things and all we can do is to undo them."
"Yeah." As the word left my mouth a freezing and sharp wind blew, making the hem of my coat fly. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself trying to keep me warmer.
"It's too cold. Come on, let's get inside the car." He put a hand on my back to guide me back to the car. My body tingled as his hand stayed on my back. This was ridiculous. I could feel the nervousness rising up just by his touch. I mean; his hand wasn't even on my bare flesh. There were layers of cloth between our skins.
It doesn't matter; I could feel him under any kind of cloths and any amount of it. His touch was tender and soft and had its own way through my body. My poor body responded by itself, it was something I couldn't prevent. It was automatic.
He's handsome, smart, witty, amazing, nice, kind, sweet... too many words to name... he was the closest thing that I could define to perfect. He gave me this... this thing that used to be part of the unseen. I couldn't help it. Feelings have their own way when they're going to take a turn or not and you can't stop them.
And there was this thing I saw in his eyes every time he looked at me. I could be flattering myself or whatever but I saw it, I saw that thing in his eyes. It was something he directed towards me, something that kept my hopes up about us, about my unresolved feelings for him. He felt something for me, I saw in his eyes. It could be just me, just my feelings for him playing games, or I could just be hallucinating... but I wasn't. Something's telling me, I was not hallucinating.
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"You still here?"
His voice made a single tingle ran through my body. I stopped writing instantaneously and let my pen fall to the table with a muffled sound. He stood in front of me for a second then pulled the chair back and sat. "I was just..." His eyes were so intensely looking at me, his smile was so sweet and hypnotic I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I pretended a cough and cleaned my throat hoping the words would come out. "I was just finishing my paperwork."
"Really fun." He breathed out and reached one hand out in my direction. I hold my breath, preparing myself for the wave of dizziness when he touched my hand, for the fire and the butterflies, but they never came. Instead of touching me like I though - no, I hoped - he would, he took a paper and put it on front of him to read.
I let out my breath again, a little disappointed and went back to filling my report. Just a few more lines and I was done. I would, indeed, if Martin didn't sit there watching me. His presence was more important than anything else, than these stupid reports... We could be somewhere having drinks.
"Do you know what my mother always told me?" He asked suddenly after minutes, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I looked up startled and curious. "What?"
"Never let your work become your life." He looked away from me, at nothing in particular as if he was remembering when she said that. He smiled and focused back on me. "Wise woman."
I smiled too, but pleased by his attitude, by knowing this little piece of thing about him. These were really wise words, but something really common to me. It had become my life already. I didn't have another life; I didn't have a personal life so the only thing that lasted was my job. "And you said that because...?" Yeah, well, I needed to know why he suddenly said that.
"Because we should be somewhere else instead of here completely bored."
"You're the only one bored." I stated and he wagged his eyebrows.
"Oh, am I?"
I giggled. Sweet Lord I really giggled, for the first time since I can remember. It was just a giggle, nothing surprising with it, but still... It was the first time I giggled because if him. "No." I smiled; I was over my giggle already.
He got up and walked to my side and before I could protest or impede him, he gathered my papers and put them inside my briefcase and took my coat from my chair. "Let's get out of here." He said as he held my coat open so I could slide my arms in.
"There's no way I can say no, is there?" I asked just to ask because I so wanted to get out of here, especially with him. I put my coat on and turned to him with a smile on my lips and surprised he was smiling too.
"No." He seemed a child on Christmas morning, he really did. He was so excited that I was surprised. He seemed to want to take me out of here and somewhere away from work. He took my briefcase and held it for me. "Come on, we can eat Chinese and this time without take outs."
"Oh, this will be new for me. I always wondered how it tastes when the food is done."
"Let's find out."
I giggled again. Good lord, make me stop. I was giggling like an idiot and it wasn't good. I was so pleased right now I couldn't stop myself. Yeah, well, he does that to me.
Chinese right in the restaurant... I always wondered how it would taste.
* * *
"He said his mother said that."
"Wise woman."
I smiled as I looked down at my hands. No shaking. No twisting. Good thing. "That's what he said."
"What do you think?" Lisa un-crossed and crossed her legs again. She had a smile on her lips and looked pleased. I think I'm beginning to open up like she wanted. I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"She's right." I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. She never stopped looking at me. Even if I was starting to feel comfortable around her I still didn't like her staring at me. "She's wise. Never let your work become your life." I repeated the words, slowly, feeling them as each word left my mouth and slipped between my lips. "No one had never said that to me."
"There's a first thing to every thing."
"I always thought my work was my life and was glad with it."
"But now you're changing your opinion?"
"I guess so."
"What do you think now?"
I stared at her as I thought the words I wanted to say. I was sure of it, I was sure of what I wanted, of who I wanted. My feelings were pretty obvious and they weren't lying to me. I knew now exactly what I wanted. "I don't want my work to be my life anymore. I want to have my own."
"That's what every one wants."
I shook my head and kept staring at her. "I want Martin to be part of this life."
* * *
I couldn't believe in what my eyes were seeing. It could be the light playing games with my, they could be lying to me, or could be the lack of food. I was starving. The last time I ate it was five hours ago and I seriously needed more food in my belly. But, hey, I'm not letting him go like that, not changing the subject. "You bastard cheater!"
He looked up startled by my sudden burst out. "What?" He tilted his head and shot me that smile that made me melt. Bastard. He's not going to make me forget about his cheating with his boyish smile. I stared at him, his smile fully on and my heart started to melt. So cute... No! Not letting him win. Bastard.
"Cheater!" I walked up to him and yanked his golf club from him. "Chea-ter! I saw you kicking the ball into the hole." I pointed and waved my hand around to emphatise my words and to make him see my point. I wasn't angry, the problem was that no one makes a fool of Samantha Spade.
"You saw wrong. I used my club."
I let my jaw fall with surprise. Was he kidding me? Was he thinking I'm stupid? I told you, no one makes a fool of Samantha Spade. I dropped our clubs (since I was holding Martin's) and put my hands on my hips. "Oh, now you're a liar too." I raised my eyebrow daring him to explain.
"I'm not the only one cheating here." He sang-song the words out. Bastard.
"I didn't cheat! My club was broken."
"Oh, so you kick the ball then?"
I squinted my eyes and gave him my evil, evil look. "The next thing I'm going to kick is your ass."
He scoffed and then laughed. "You know what? I don't want to play anymore." He threw his arms in the air and bent down to pick his club. When he stood again he looked at me in the eyes and smiled. "You become too annoying when you're competitive."
"Competitive? I'm the one winning here, plus I'm not cheating."
"You were cheating. And why do you care? Half the time we were fooling around anyway..."
I smiled to myself, my 'competitive attitude' fading away as quickly as it came. I was picked my club from the floor and handed him it, then he took the balls to return them to that woman who looked strangely at us when she gave the balls to us. I was having so much fun with him, it was just a stupid game but spending time with him was like breathing; I needed it.
"I need to feed you now. I heard your stomach starting to snore a couple of hours ago."
"You heard and didn't do anything? You mean man..."
"Hey, I was waiting for you to stop being stubborn and drop that Oh-I-am-the-shit attitude and ask to eat."
"It's not an attitude." Yeah, of course not. What do you think? I'm not that shallow and I do not need to pretend because I am the shit.
"Of course not." He chuckled. "Come on." He put his free hand on my back to guide me. I heard him chuckling silently, trying to restrain it from coming out stronger and almost couldn't stop mine own.
I never loved mini golf so much in my life.
* * *
"I did win."
"You didn't." He calmly said back without taking his eyes from the TV.
"You cheated, you stopped the game, you called me names and counted all wrong. If this doesn't mean losing, buddy, I don't know what it means."
"This means 'end of game let's go home'." And he didn't take his eyes off of the TV again.
I slammed my feet over the coffee table with all the strength I could and leaned back, resting on the leather black couch. As my feet made contact with the dark wood of the table some of the light objects slightly jumped, showing my childlike attitude. Martin didn't flinch not even a bit. I looked down at the take out in my hands and sighed a half happy, half sad sigh. Here we are, back to our lives.
I took one chicken with my own hand and shoved it inside my mouth. "I miss the real taste of it."
He looked at me and smiled a bit. "It is better, huh?"
"Way better."
"We can go back someday."
"Yeah, someday." I echoed silently, still looking at my so loved Chinese take out.
He shifted; making himself comfortable I think and brought his eyes back to the TV. He sighed just before putting some food in his mouth. He chewed it slower than it was actually necessary and I started to wonder. I mean; did he really need to eat so slowly? Was he liking his food so much? Did his food have a different taste? I should eat some and see if he was cheating me. Again.
I was about to say something when he looked at me and spoke first. "Maybe we should go now." He said throwing his take out over the coffee table.
He wasn't cheating me again, after all. "Absolutely." I quickly agreed and threw my take out over the coffee table too. Nothing better than food freshly made. I put my shoes back on before getting up and followed him to the door.
"Do you want an extra coat?"
"Nah. I'm fine."
"All right. Let's go then." He opened the door and let me pass first.
As he was locking it, a wicked smile formed over my lips. As I opened my mouth to speak, I walked away so he wouldn't argue back. "And I did win."
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