Author's notes: Random chapter. I do not own any of the characters or actors nor do I get any money off of this... Although my newly started novel on fictionpress.com... Yes I might make some money off taht... someday.. okay enough i'm shutting up enjoy!!
~*~
"You know masturbation shrinks it right?"
What in this bloody world? I turn my head toward her so fast that I think I pulled a muscle.
"Glad I got your attention."
If that was the attention grabber, I don't think I needed to know. The sand flows inbetween my toes, and I play with the warm grains, sifting them through my fingers. She sits on the ground next to me, her hair flipping through the breeze. I stop playing with the sand, and look back up at her. She looks almost vulnerable. Her pout is clearly visible to me. She's staring out at the ocean. I can feel the tension between us. I love how her mood can change from one moment to the next. She's done alot of pushing her feeling to the side, and I think its time we sort everything out. I've pushed out alot of things for her too. I thought Kem was my saviour. She wasn't. I thought the same thing of Kathryn. I was wrong again. I've had the best thing in front of me all the while, and I just refused to recognize it. I never even thought of how this might affect her. Our relationship suddenly hit a brick wall. We're not friends anymore, we're lovers. The rules have suddenly changed, and I think that's the part that ultmiately destoryed us the first time. I felt like I had to be there for her, for everything. We never got our time alone, and we stopped talking. We would talk, except the words would have no meaning behind them. Every onec in a while she would let me in to her pain, and I would hurt with her. That was the rare occasion. Her finger traces the side of my face and I look towards her. She looks so lost and empty inside her brown eyes.
"I'm sorry."
She deverts her gaze away from me intentionally. The words too oversaid, no more meaning left behind them. I want to make her believe that when I say them, they are true. She's changed in so many ways, becomes this open, funny, wonderful person. Yet she still guards herself from being hurt. Only in love.
"For?"
I sit up, moving closer to her. The distance between us has to stop. I feel like I'm pushing her away more and more. If I knew we would end up like this, I wouldn't have pushed. I wouldn't have given in. I kiss her gentle on the temple.
"For everything I've done to you; the pain I put you through, for the tears you cried for me."
I watch her curl up her legs closer to her, putting her head into the nest she formed.
"Yeah well, if you haven't noticed Lake Michigain is about a foot higher."
I run my hand through her hair. Why was I stupid enough to loose her?
"I love you."
She looks back out at the water and sky. I didn't expect her to reply. She never does. She may never. I'll be okay with it.
"I love you, too. Although you are an idiot."
She gets up and starts to walk away while I'm still comprehending what she just said. I think I've just been called an idiot. The little twerp. I get up racing off after her. She sees me coming and starts to run in the sand, not a good mix. I catch up to her, wrapping my arms around her body and spinning her around in my arms. I lay a kiss on her neck and another on her shoulders. She pulls my hand towards the path and then lets it go. I go behind her and place my hands into her back pocket. A little squeeze makes her jump. And of course I don't get away with it either. Her hands quickly maneuver to my oh most favorite spot and I'm left wishing. She starts to run in front of me and I can only watch her go, a smile plastered across her face.
"But Ab-by! That's not fair."
She sends me the innocent little angel smile.
"You started it sweetheart."
I'll sweetheart you, the little monster. I chase over her, her laugh echoes over the waves. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder for good measure. We probably look like two teenagers but I could care less what anyone else says. I turn her over and carry her in my arms like a baby. Her head rests against my shoulder and left arm is wrapped around her back and my right arm supports her by the knees. We finally get back to her apartment and I place her on the couch. She pulls me down next to her and curls up right next to me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and she carelessly flips through the shows on TV. There's nothing good on. Well except for reruns of some show called ER. She has this sudden infatuation with one of the doctors. His name is Dr. Noah Wyle or something. And his relationship with some nurse? Maura something or other I think. Doesn't matter. She settles on the watching a rerun and I can see her falling asleep. I place delicate kisses along her collar, and she quietly sighs, probably as lost in the moment as I am.
~*~
"You know masturbation shrinks it right?"
What in this bloody world? I turn my head toward her so fast that I think I pulled a muscle.
"Glad I got your attention."
If that was the attention grabber, I don't think I needed to know. The sand flows inbetween my toes, and I play with the warm grains, sifting them through my fingers. She sits on the ground next to me, her hair flipping through the breeze. I stop playing with the sand, and look back up at her. She looks almost vulnerable. Her pout is clearly visible to me. She's staring out at the ocean. I can feel the tension between us. I love how her mood can change from one moment to the next. She's done alot of pushing her feeling to the side, and I think its time we sort everything out. I've pushed out alot of things for her too. I thought Kem was my saviour. She wasn't. I thought the same thing of Kathryn. I was wrong again. I've had the best thing in front of me all the while, and I just refused to recognize it. I never even thought of how this might affect her. Our relationship suddenly hit a brick wall. We're not friends anymore, we're lovers. The rules have suddenly changed, and I think that's the part that ultmiately destoryed us the first time. I felt like I had to be there for her, for everything. We never got our time alone, and we stopped talking. We would talk, except the words would have no meaning behind them. Every onec in a while she would let me in to her pain, and I would hurt with her. That was the rare occasion. Her finger traces the side of my face and I look towards her. She looks so lost and empty inside her brown eyes.
"I'm sorry."
She deverts her gaze away from me intentionally. The words too oversaid, no more meaning left behind them. I want to make her believe that when I say them, they are true. She's changed in so many ways, becomes this open, funny, wonderful person. Yet she still guards herself from being hurt. Only in love.
"For?"
I sit up, moving closer to her. The distance between us has to stop. I feel like I'm pushing her away more and more. If I knew we would end up like this, I wouldn't have pushed. I wouldn't have given in. I kiss her gentle on the temple.
"For everything I've done to you; the pain I put you through, for the tears you cried for me."
I watch her curl up her legs closer to her, putting her head into the nest she formed.
"Yeah well, if you haven't noticed Lake Michigain is about a foot higher."
I run my hand through her hair. Why was I stupid enough to loose her?
"I love you."
She looks back out at the water and sky. I didn't expect her to reply. She never does. She may never. I'll be okay with it.
"I love you, too. Although you are an idiot."
She gets up and starts to walk away while I'm still comprehending what she just said. I think I've just been called an idiot. The little twerp. I get up racing off after her. She sees me coming and starts to run in the sand, not a good mix. I catch up to her, wrapping my arms around her body and spinning her around in my arms. I lay a kiss on her neck and another on her shoulders. She pulls my hand towards the path and then lets it go. I go behind her and place my hands into her back pocket. A little squeeze makes her jump. And of course I don't get away with it either. Her hands quickly maneuver to my oh most favorite spot and I'm left wishing. She starts to run in front of me and I can only watch her go, a smile plastered across her face.
"But Ab-by! That's not fair."
She sends me the innocent little angel smile.
"You started it sweetheart."
I'll sweetheart you, the little monster. I chase over her, her laugh echoes over the waves. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder for good measure. We probably look like two teenagers but I could care less what anyone else says. I turn her over and carry her in my arms like a baby. Her head rests against my shoulder and left arm is wrapped around her back and my right arm supports her by the knees. We finally get back to her apartment and I place her on the couch. She pulls me down next to her and curls up right next to me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and she carelessly flips through the shows on TV. There's nothing good on. Well except for reruns of some show called ER. She has this sudden infatuation with one of the doctors. His name is Dr. Noah Wyle or something. And his relationship with some nurse? Maura something or other I think. Doesn't matter. She settles on the watching a rerun and I can see her falling asleep. I place delicate kisses along her collar, and she quietly sighs, probably as lost in the moment as I am.