APRIL BEATLES
Chapter 5/7: "We Can Work It Out"
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Two hours ago I felt my heart beating again. Two hours ago she walked into my townhouse, breezed past me, and turned around to meet my eyes. Two hours ago we started arguing. Now we're still in our corners... me still cemented to my spot by the door while she paces back and forth in front of the couch.
Try to see it my way, do I have to keep on talking 'til I can't go on
We've been arguing and arguing, and it's to the point now where my voice is getting hoarse. I want some water. But she's so damn stubborn. We're not taking a break until we've got everything resolved... and I do mean everything.
While you see it your way, run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone
I want to work things out between us, I really honestly do. But if she's only gonna see things from her perspective, then I can't see us resolving anything in the next year or two. I've explained my side to her... and she knows I've told her everything. I've apologized for waiting so long, for being so cowardly, but explain as gently as I can that I don't know what else she wants from me. Does she even know?
We can work it out
And then I see it in her eyes. She knows what she wants. Now how can I get her to tell me? Right now, all she's doing is yelling at me... about my timing, mainly. I know my timing is awful, I know that. I've apologized as many times as possible for how awfully I handled things. I can't do much more than that.
We can work it out
She's still pacing in front of the couch, her tone starting to change. She starts telling me as she shakes her head that we've wasted so much time. Now where did that come from? I thought she was pissed at me because I told her I loved her when she was seeing someone else. But that doesn't seem to be coinciding with what she's yelling at me. She's mentioning Eddie now, and as discreetly as I can, I roll my eyes.
Think of what you're saying, you can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright
I hate when she mentions Eddie. That jerk never treated her right, and never in a million years did he deserve her. Then, all of a sudden, she starts yelling all this at me... as if reading my thoughts verbatim. How did she do that?
Think of what I'm saying, we can work it out and get it straight or say goodnight
And then the next thing she says really makes my heart fly out of my throat... why hadn't I said something when she was with Eddie? I gulp and ask her to repeat what she'd just said.
We can work it out
This is when her features soften... her confrontational stance relents. She starts making her way over to me. She tells me that if I would've said something when she was with Eddie, this whole mess between us could have been avoided.
We can work it out
I can't believe what I'm hearing. Once again, I ask her to repeat it... and I know I sound like an idiot, but I don't care. I need to be absolutely sure of what she's saying.
Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend
I need to know, one-hundred percent, that she's saying what I think she's saying. I've realized one-too-many times this year that life is just too damn short... and we can't keep dancing around this. So I've gotta know... and I've gotta know now.
I have always thought that it's a crime, so I will ask you once again
She's standing right in front of me now... and by the way she's smiling, I don't think she's all that mad at me, anymore. Maybe it's a mood swing. Either way, it's fine by me. I hate it when we're mad at each other... even though seeing her furious is quite the aphrodisiac.
Try to see it my way, only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Now we're toe-to-toe, and butterflies are going wild in my stomach... hopefully in hers, too... at our close proximity. She's staring into my eyes and sliding her hands up my chest, which incites me to raise my hands to the small of her back. I dare to pull her closer. To my surprise, her smile grows. She again reads my mind with what she says, as she softly tells me that life is just too short... and bad timing is no reason to let everything we have fall apart.
While you see it your way, there's a chance that we might fall apart before too long
She says all that matters is that we're here... that we're honest with each other... and that we both know we love each other. My eyes widen at this, and search hers in question. When she nods slowly, her glossy, enticing lips spreading into a smile... I know. And just to reassure me, she whispers her love for me.
We can work it out
So I kiss her, and it's amazing. Her hands immediately find my face and pull me closer... if that were even possible. Before I even need to ask permission, she jumps into my arms and commands me to take her to the bedroom. Well, like I'm gonna argue with that.
We can work it out
I kiss her again as I walk toward the bedroom with my Catherine wrapped tightly in my arms... and I can't help but grin against her lips. I love it when we make up.
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CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SIX: "Something"