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A Grey life
Chapter 8: Infatuation?
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
It didn't take long for Sara to spot a clothing store with the kind of clothes she was looking for.
"Okay Vincent! What kind of clothes are we looking for here?"
He thought a while, then answered. "Well, I want comfortable clothes that isn't in the way when I'm training."
Kay, let's see what we can find... Sara began flipping through hangers and racks with shirts (now let's see if I can find a little... tighter shirt. Ah! Here we are!)
"Vincent! Take a look at this." Sara held up a white, sleeveless T-shirt. Small.
"Try it on. At least it doesnt't get in the way of your training coz it has no sleeves. And you can get a tan on your arms as well!"
"Fine... I'll try it. But if I want a tan, I'll walk around with no shirt." He turned around and headed for the locker room after finding two more shirts and two pairs of shorts.
(I would love to see that...) Sara followed Vincent to see him with the clothes on. She knew the shirt had to be tight. There wasn't a chance in the world he would normally have a size Small.
First set of clothes were a pair of beige shorts with pockets on the thies, good for the things you needed to get hold of fast while travelling. And a black T-shirt. At least neutral wasn't bad...
"The clothes are fine. Just not together."
"Ok. I'll buy them then." Vincent didn't like this. But he desperately needed new clothes. Even a guy with as little experience as him knew that he couldn't just walk around in the same types of clothes all the time. Not around girls anyway...
(As if I care how I look around girls! I think not!) But he knew he did. He just didn't want to admit it.
Next up was a pair of forest green shorts, a little thinner and definately made for warm weather. With that came a white, v necked t-shirt.
Soon, It was time for the next creation, the one Sara liked the most. His usual black shorts along with the tight shirt. After a little time in the dressing room, a little more time than the other changes took actually, Sara was bored.
"Vincent are you ok in there?"
"Yeah i'm ok... It's just that..."
"What? Tell me." A smiled played on her lips. She knew what the problem was.
"Well... this shirt is a little... small." He had dropped his voice lower and lower as he spoke, but Sara could still make out what he said.
"Now come on, it can't be that bad. Let's see it!" Vincent hesitated...
"Oh allright!" But I'm NOT getting this shirt.
He pulled away the curtain thingie that was covering the dressing room and made himself visible to Sara.
She just couldn't help it. It was extremely hard to keep a straight face and she covered her mouth to smother a giggle. He just looked so adorable! In that tight shirt, he looked really uncomfortable and couldn't even stand up straight like he used to.
"For Christs sake! What size is this?"
Sara was still covering her mouth when she answered, but right after telling him it was a Small shirt, she bursted out laughing.
"What? What is it!?" Sara pointed to his chest and when Vincent looked down, he saw that you could notice his nipples under the tight clothing.
"Ah come on!" he dashed back into the dressing room and ripped the embarassing shirt over his head and yelled out to Sara.
"When you're done laughing at me, you can get a bigger shirt! I am not a size small!"
When he changed back into his own clothes, he didn't know if he was supposed to feel humiliated becase she laughed at him, or insulted she actually thought he was a size Small. Or, just feel proud because she wanted to see him in a shirt like that. He quickly discarded the thoughts, not wanting to think about it anymore, just get out of the store.
When he came out of the room, Sara stood there with the larger shirt in hand, still smiling. He took the shirt quickly and walked over to the counter to pay.
The duo returned to the spot were they were supposed to meet up with Wendy. Vincent didn't speak at all since the clothing store.
"Just for another ten minutes, we wait."
Silence
"She was supposed to be here soon, Vincent."
Silence
"Ah Vincent, don't be like that! You looked really cute in the shirt you know."
(Cute? She thought I looked cute? No! Nevermind! She's lying! That's all!)
Sara gave up. They waited for Wendy in silence.
"Hey guys!"
When Wendy came closer, she saw that Vincent was standing with his arms crossed and looked down into the ground. Noting special about that. But Sara sat on a bench away from him with her head resting on her palms. She didn't look bored, more like troubled.
"What's up? You seem a little moody."
Sara looked up at Wendy, stood up and looked over to Vincent then turned her eyes to Wendy.
"Nothing. It's nothing." She put on a smile that even she knew looked fake.
They started walking but soon turned around.
"Are you coming or what?"
He remained silent, just took his backpack and followed.
The trio ended up camping beside a nearby lake, a couple of miles away from New Port, setting up camp as the sun coloured the world in orange and purple. The grass was damp and licked the legs on Vincent as he wandered around looking for stones to the fireplace. It didn't take long to get was back to the girls, make a circle with the stones and put some tinder in the middle.
He walked away again, heading for the lake this time. The scenery was indeed beautiful, the green trees were bursting with life as young birds were calling for their mother with mouths open, squirrels were collecting food along with their mates. Nature was at it's best right now.
Vincent reached the shore and decided to have a little swim as he looked out onto the still water. He dropped his ball belt, pulled off his T-shirt and removed the shorts. Then walked out into the water.
It was a bit cold but still acceptable to take a swim and freshen up a little. When the dark water reached up to his waist, Vincent dove in, letting the water caress him and wash away his worries. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the surface. The sunlight refracted in the water, making that beatiful dance on the bottom of the lake's yellow sand as well as on Vincent's body. He closed his eyes and could almost feel the light on him. The past months, he had began to realize what made him feel good. This was one of these things.
Water was a wondeful thing. You could float as if you weighed nothing. You could dive in and find yourself in another world. A world where you ruled. You could make anything you wanted. You just had to think in a special way. Vincent stopped moving his hands and feet. Just levitated in the middle of the water, didn't float up, didn't sink, just lay there on an invisible bed.
*I know who you are*
Vincent flung his eyes open in half a second. What was that? He had heard something...
A voice. An echoing voice that didn't belong to him, or anyone he knew.
*Vincent Grey*
He quickly eyed his surroundings but there was nothing but sand and water. Nothing that could have said that.
*You are not from here...*
Sara had heard the splash when Vincent dove in the water and went down to the beach. Mostly to try and talk to him. Maybe apologize. She saw his clothes in the sand and the rings on the water spreading wider. He was in there. She couldn't see him but he surely was there.
The lake was beautiful. The orange sun ventured downwards behind a forest and made the entire scenery look as if it was from a movie. But this was real. She sat down on a rock and just absorbed what she saw. As her eyes were scanning the lake, she stopped on one point and stood up. There was something there.
*You do not belong in this world!*
Vincent took his feet down to the sandy bottom, then thrust his upper body towards the surface as if he was doing a situp.
Sara noticed the water rising a little bit just before Vincent broke out of the water's grasp. Gasping for air, he stood upright, desperately turning his head in all directions, as if to find something.
But that something wasn't there.
"You shouldn't swim alone you know." Vincent immeadiately turned his head towards Sara. He had completely missed her standing there.
(What was that!?)
(That voice... It wasn't male nor female... Who or should I say what could that have been?!)
"Vincent? Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I... I'm ok." But the truth was different. The truth was that it had scared him like nothing else. He had panicked.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that thing in the store. It wasn't my intention to upset you." She meant that
He felt like smile, just for her. But he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't show it. Instead, he walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, It's ok. It's nothing to be upset about."
"Are you sure? Not mad at me anymore?"
He just shook his head and she smiled at him, looking up into his gray eyes (Vincent Grey. You sure are a mystery man...) She could feel it again. That same feeling the first time she saw him. That energy. His eyes enchanted her. She just couldn't stop staring into the oblivion that they provided. Her hand moved towards his cheek, wanting to touch him. Feel his warmth.
But when her hand slowly moved closer, his face changed exprssion very quickly. The reassuring, sparkling eyes took on the look of... worry and insecure. He moved his head a little in the opposite direction from her hand, breaking the spell Sara was under. She was transported back to reality.
"Hey you two!" Wendy stood back at the camp with her Mareep.
"The food is ready!" If she could've seen them, she would surely had come up with a smart comment. Vincent, wet and in his underwear. A hand on Sara's shoulder and Sara's hand on her way to his face.
Vincent was the one to break the awkward silence between them. "Better get back"
Sara swiftly moved away her hand and brushed herself off from dust that wasn't there.
She was looking down into the ground. "Yeah. You're right. I go tell her that you'll be there soon." She ran off to Wendy, trying to look casual.
The food was yet again the supplies from the Academy. But this time, it was canned Ravioli. Not bad.
The sun was completely down when the food was consumed, and at least Wendy began feeling tired. Sara agreed to go to bed eventhough Vincent didn't think she looked tired. She looked troubled. And he knew why.
It had always been like that. At least for as long as he could remember. He found it extremely easy to put himself into someone else's shoes and feel what they felt. And at the same time, know why they felt that. He didn't really know if he wanted to be able to do that. It wasn't something he had control over. It just happened.
And right now. Sara was wondering why he had pulled away his head. She would know why if she could do what he could. Just look at a person and sense their state of mind. He hoped she could. Then all would be so easy. No difficult conversations later on why. She would just know.
But it didn't seem like she could. Then she would know that intimacy and emotions in general was something that he didn't desire. His lack of experience on the subject made him not craving for someone to hold. No one to love.
(I don't need anyone. I manage fine alone!)
Wendy yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. "I'll go to bed now. After all, we're not stopping anywhere tomorrow are we?"
"That's right, we're not." Vincent was chewing on a plant he had found next to him
"Vincent" Sara was standing by her pack, sleeping bag clutched to her body, hugging it.
"You are sleeping in the tent right? It gets kinda cold during the night" She was cold right now, the goosebumps on her bare arms gave it away.
(She is right... it wasn't easy to sleep last night) He had woken up several times just to find that he was cold and had to creep deeper and deeper into his sleeping bag.
"Is it okay with you and Wendy?" He wanted to make sure. If they didn't really want him to sleep in there with them, the cold grass would be his bed.
"Yeah, it is. We both trust you not to do anything funny!" She held up a finger as if she was teaching him something
"As if I would... I'll just finish things up here before going to sleep."
"Ok, I'll unroll your sleeping bag too then."
Before he could say anything in return, she was inside the tent, chatting away with Wendy about what kind of new clothes Wendy had bought.
(Girltalk...) Not being too interested about their conversation of choice, Vincent picked up the dishes and walked down to the lake again.
They hadn't used a pot to heat their food in, they just placed the water- filled cans by the fire and when the water boiled, the food was ready. Therefore, he only had forks and spoons to dish. An amount to his liking.
While he was scrubbing, he couldn't help but think about what the strange voice had said. It knew who he was and that he was from a world where Pokémon didn't exist.
(Maybe that voice was the one who brought me here. But why? Maybe it was a mistake. After all, it did say that I didn't belong here.)
He switched the now clean fork to a spoon.
(And maybe I can go back! But then again... do I really want to? I mean, it's not like there is anything to miss in my own world.)
Washed off the spoon and took up another one.
(Maybe it was nothing. I was just in the water too long that's all. Just imagination. But what if it happens again... It won't! Just imagination! Just imagination...
He wouldn't let it bother him for now and took up all the spoons and forks, heading back to the tent and the girls, thinking how to train his legs properly instead.
(When I train my arms, I use weights. When I train my back, I use weights. When I train my legs, I run. I could try training my legs with weights too... But where?! I am in the middle of nowhere and there is no chance that I could carry around the equipment needed for the legs...)
Then, like a bolt of lighting from a cloud free sky, he knew what to do! The next town they ran across, he would put his plan to work.
When he got back to the camping site, the girls had stopped their chatting and everything was quiet. With exception for the animals shuffling around in bushes and the crickets chirping almost in sync.
Vincent put away the now clean dishes only to carefully sneak over to the silvery dome tent and open the outer zipper with as little sound as possible. He pushed the makebelieve door to the side as he popped his head in. Both Wendy and Sara were knocked out cold, snoozing peacefully in their sleeping bags. Wendy was laying to the left, facing the tent wall, while Sara was in the middle, laying on her back.
That left a third of the tent floor to Vincent. Sara had unrolled his sleeping bag and it was tempting to hop in and travel to dreamland.
So that was just what he did. After pulling off his shoes, socks, shirt and shorts, He carefully made his way into his sleeping bag since he didn't want to wake any of the girls. As soon as he shut his eyes and relaxed, it felt like his entire body just floated out into a puddle of dough. He didn't want to move. He was just so tired.
But he still streched out his arms over his head as he yawned quietly. Only that he accidently bumped his elbow into Sara on the way down! He froze every movement to see if she had woken up from the collision.
She had! She rolled over to face Vincent and flung her left arm onto his chest. He looked into her eyes to find a reaction to why her arm was resting peacefully on top of him. And when he saw that her eyes was closed, he knew that she was asleep.
Vincent sighed out in relief. She hadn't woken up. (Now what? I can't sleep with her arm on me!) He was feeling uncomfortable with her touching him like this. No one used to touch him at all and he was fine with that.
So, he tried to pick up her arm and put it down at her side. But when he did that, she just gripped hold of him tighter, like a one arm hug.
He dropped his hands on her in defeat.
(Shit... There is no way I can make her let go without waking her up!) He closed his eyes, trying to come up with another way.
As he lay there with his eyes closed, he could feel Sara's hand wrap around his own. Looking down at her face, she was indeed still asleep.
(She is so soft... Besides, I don't wanna wake her up now do I?) Even Vincent himself didn't notice, but he fell asleep smiling, holding the hand of Sara Futura.
Well... So what do ya think? Was it good infatuation or was it just lame, predictable crap? Whatever, just let me know by pressing the button down yonder! Yup, that one. / Yorun
A Grey life
Chapter 8: Infatuation?
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
It didn't take long for Sara to spot a clothing store with the kind of clothes she was looking for.
"Okay Vincent! What kind of clothes are we looking for here?"
He thought a while, then answered. "Well, I want comfortable clothes that isn't in the way when I'm training."
Kay, let's see what we can find... Sara began flipping through hangers and racks with shirts (now let's see if I can find a little... tighter shirt. Ah! Here we are!)
"Vincent! Take a look at this." Sara held up a white, sleeveless T-shirt. Small.
"Try it on. At least it doesnt't get in the way of your training coz it has no sleeves. And you can get a tan on your arms as well!"
"Fine... I'll try it. But if I want a tan, I'll walk around with no shirt." He turned around and headed for the locker room after finding two more shirts and two pairs of shorts.
(I would love to see that...) Sara followed Vincent to see him with the clothes on. She knew the shirt had to be tight. There wasn't a chance in the world he would normally have a size Small.
First set of clothes were a pair of beige shorts with pockets on the thies, good for the things you needed to get hold of fast while travelling. And a black T-shirt. At least neutral wasn't bad...
"The clothes are fine. Just not together."
"Ok. I'll buy them then." Vincent didn't like this. But he desperately needed new clothes. Even a guy with as little experience as him knew that he couldn't just walk around in the same types of clothes all the time. Not around girls anyway...
(As if I care how I look around girls! I think not!) But he knew he did. He just didn't want to admit it.
Next up was a pair of forest green shorts, a little thinner and definately made for warm weather. With that came a white, v necked t-shirt.
Soon, It was time for the next creation, the one Sara liked the most. His usual black shorts along with the tight shirt. After a little time in the dressing room, a little more time than the other changes took actually, Sara was bored.
"Vincent are you ok in there?"
"Yeah i'm ok... It's just that..."
"What? Tell me." A smiled played on her lips. She knew what the problem was.
"Well... this shirt is a little... small." He had dropped his voice lower and lower as he spoke, but Sara could still make out what he said.
"Now come on, it can't be that bad. Let's see it!" Vincent hesitated...
"Oh allright!" But I'm NOT getting this shirt.
He pulled away the curtain thingie that was covering the dressing room and made himself visible to Sara.
She just couldn't help it. It was extremely hard to keep a straight face and she covered her mouth to smother a giggle. He just looked so adorable! In that tight shirt, he looked really uncomfortable and couldn't even stand up straight like he used to.
"For Christs sake! What size is this?"
Sara was still covering her mouth when she answered, but right after telling him it was a Small shirt, she bursted out laughing.
"What? What is it!?" Sara pointed to his chest and when Vincent looked down, he saw that you could notice his nipples under the tight clothing.
"Ah come on!" he dashed back into the dressing room and ripped the embarassing shirt over his head and yelled out to Sara.
"When you're done laughing at me, you can get a bigger shirt! I am not a size small!"
When he changed back into his own clothes, he didn't know if he was supposed to feel humiliated becase she laughed at him, or insulted she actually thought he was a size Small. Or, just feel proud because she wanted to see him in a shirt like that. He quickly discarded the thoughts, not wanting to think about it anymore, just get out of the store.
When he came out of the room, Sara stood there with the larger shirt in hand, still smiling. He took the shirt quickly and walked over to the counter to pay.
The duo returned to the spot were they were supposed to meet up with Wendy. Vincent didn't speak at all since the clothing store.
"Just for another ten minutes, we wait."
Silence
"She was supposed to be here soon, Vincent."
Silence
"Ah Vincent, don't be like that! You looked really cute in the shirt you know."
(Cute? She thought I looked cute? No! Nevermind! She's lying! That's all!)
Sara gave up. They waited for Wendy in silence.
"Hey guys!"
When Wendy came closer, she saw that Vincent was standing with his arms crossed and looked down into the ground. Noting special about that. But Sara sat on a bench away from him with her head resting on her palms. She didn't look bored, more like troubled.
"What's up? You seem a little moody."
Sara looked up at Wendy, stood up and looked over to Vincent then turned her eyes to Wendy.
"Nothing. It's nothing." She put on a smile that even she knew looked fake.
They started walking but soon turned around.
"Are you coming or what?"
He remained silent, just took his backpack and followed.
The trio ended up camping beside a nearby lake, a couple of miles away from New Port, setting up camp as the sun coloured the world in orange and purple. The grass was damp and licked the legs on Vincent as he wandered around looking for stones to the fireplace. It didn't take long to get was back to the girls, make a circle with the stones and put some tinder in the middle.
He walked away again, heading for the lake this time. The scenery was indeed beautiful, the green trees were bursting with life as young birds were calling for their mother with mouths open, squirrels were collecting food along with their mates. Nature was at it's best right now.
Vincent reached the shore and decided to have a little swim as he looked out onto the still water. He dropped his ball belt, pulled off his T-shirt and removed the shorts. Then walked out into the water.
It was a bit cold but still acceptable to take a swim and freshen up a little. When the dark water reached up to his waist, Vincent dove in, letting the water caress him and wash away his worries. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the surface. The sunlight refracted in the water, making that beatiful dance on the bottom of the lake's yellow sand as well as on Vincent's body. He closed his eyes and could almost feel the light on him. The past months, he had began to realize what made him feel good. This was one of these things.
Water was a wondeful thing. You could float as if you weighed nothing. You could dive in and find yourself in another world. A world where you ruled. You could make anything you wanted. You just had to think in a special way. Vincent stopped moving his hands and feet. Just levitated in the middle of the water, didn't float up, didn't sink, just lay there on an invisible bed.
*I know who you are*
Vincent flung his eyes open in half a second. What was that? He had heard something...
A voice. An echoing voice that didn't belong to him, or anyone he knew.
*Vincent Grey*
He quickly eyed his surroundings but there was nothing but sand and water. Nothing that could have said that.
*You are not from here...*
Sara had heard the splash when Vincent dove in the water and went down to the beach. Mostly to try and talk to him. Maybe apologize. She saw his clothes in the sand and the rings on the water spreading wider. He was in there. She couldn't see him but he surely was there.
The lake was beautiful. The orange sun ventured downwards behind a forest and made the entire scenery look as if it was from a movie. But this was real. She sat down on a rock and just absorbed what she saw. As her eyes were scanning the lake, she stopped on one point and stood up. There was something there.
*You do not belong in this world!*
Vincent took his feet down to the sandy bottom, then thrust his upper body towards the surface as if he was doing a situp.
Sara noticed the water rising a little bit just before Vincent broke out of the water's grasp. Gasping for air, he stood upright, desperately turning his head in all directions, as if to find something.
But that something wasn't there.
"You shouldn't swim alone you know." Vincent immeadiately turned his head towards Sara. He had completely missed her standing there.
(What was that!?)
(That voice... It wasn't male nor female... Who or should I say what could that have been?!)
"Vincent? Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I... I'm ok." But the truth was different. The truth was that it had scared him like nothing else. He had panicked.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that thing in the store. It wasn't my intention to upset you." She meant that
He felt like smile, just for her. But he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't show it. Instead, he walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, It's ok. It's nothing to be upset about."
"Are you sure? Not mad at me anymore?"
He just shook his head and she smiled at him, looking up into his gray eyes (Vincent Grey. You sure are a mystery man...) She could feel it again. That same feeling the first time she saw him. That energy. His eyes enchanted her. She just couldn't stop staring into the oblivion that they provided. Her hand moved towards his cheek, wanting to touch him. Feel his warmth.
But when her hand slowly moved closer, his face changed exprssion very quickly. The reassuring, sparkling eyes took on the look of... worry and insecure. He moved his head a little in the opposite direction from her hand, breaking the spell Sara was under. She was transported back to reality.
"Hey you two!" Wendy stood back at the camp with her Mareep.
"The food is ready!" If she could've seen them, she would surely had come up with a smart comment. Vincent, wet and in his underwear. A hand on Sara's shoulder and Sara's hand on her way to his face.
Vincent was the one to break the awkward silence between them. "Better get back"
Sara swiftly moved away her hand and brushed herself off from dust that wasn't there.
She was looking down into the ground. "Yeah. You're right. I go tell her that you'll be there soon." She ran off to Wendy, trying to look casual.
The food was yet again the supplies from the Academy. But this time, it was canned Ravioli. Not bad.
The sun was completely down when the food was consumed, and at least Wendy began feeling tired. Sara agreed to go to bed eventhough Vincent didn't think she looked tired. She looked troubled. And he knew why.
It had always been like that. At least for as long as he could remember. He found it extremely easy to put himself into someone else's shoes and feel what they felt. And at the same time, know why they felt that. He didn't really know if he wanted to be able to do that. It wasn't something he had control over. It just happened.
And right now. Sara was wondering why he had pulled away his head. She would know why if she could do what he could. Just look at a person and sense their state of mind. He hoped she could. Then all would be so easy. No difficult conversations later on why. She would just know.
But it didn't seem like she could. Then she would know that intimacy and emotions in general was something that he didn't desire. His lack of experience on the subject made him not craving for someone to hold. No one to love.
(I don't need anyone. I manage fine alone!)
Wendy yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. "I'll go to bed now. After all, we're not stopping anywhere tomorrow are we?"
"That's right, we're not." Vincent was chewing on a plant he had found next to him
"Vincent" Sara was standing by her pack, sleeping bag clutched to her body, hugging it.
"You are sleeping in the tent right? It gets kinda cold during the night" She was cold right now, the goosebumps on her bare arms gave it away.
(She is right... it wasn't easy to sleep last night) He had woken up several times just to find that he was cold and had to creep deeper and deeper into his sleeping bag.
"Is it okay with you and Wendy?" He wanted to make sure. If they didn't really want him to sleep in there with them, the cold grass would be his bed.
"Yeah, it is. We both trust you not to do anything funny!" She held up a finger as if she was teaching him something
"As if I would... I'll just finish things up here before going to sleep."
"Ok, I'll unroll your sleeping bag too then."
Before he could say anything in return, she was inside the tent, chatting away with Wendy about what kind of new clothes Wendy had bought.
(Girltalk...) Not being too interested about their conversation of choice, Vincent picked up the dishes and walked down to the lake again.
They hadn't used a pot to heat their food in, they just placed the water- filled cans by the fire and when the water boiled, the food was ready. Therefore, he only had forks and spoons to dish. An amount to his liking.
While he was scrubbing, he couldn't help but think about what the strange voice had said. It knew who he was and that he was from a world where Pokémon didn't exist.
(Maybe that voice was the one who brought me here. But why? Maybe it was a mistake. After all, it did say that I didn't belong here.)
He switched the now clean fork to a spoon.
(And maybe I can go back! But then again... do I really want to? I mean, it's not like there is anything to miss in my own world.)
Washed off the spoon and took up another one.
(Maybe it was nothing. I was just in the water too long that's all. Just imagination. But what if it happens again... It won't! Just imagination! Just imagination...
He wouldn't let it bother him for now and took up all the spoons and forks, heading back to the tent and the girls, thinking how to train his legs properly instead.
(When I train my arms, I use weights. When I train my back, I use weights. When I train my legs, I run. I could try training my legs with weights too... But where?! I am in the middle of nowhere and there is no chance that I could carry around the equipment needed for the legs...)
Then, like a bolt of lighting from a cloud free sky, he knew what to do! The next town they ran across, he would put his plan to work.
When he got back to the camping site, the girls had stopped their chatting and everything was quiet. With exception for the animals shuffling around in bushes and the crickets chirping almost in sync.
Vincent put away the now clean dishes only to carefully sneak over to the silvery dome tent and open the outer zipper with as little sound as possible. He pushed the makebelieve door to the side as he popped his head in. Both Wendy and Sara were knocked out cold, snoozing peacefully in their sleeping bags. Wendy was laying to the left, facing the tent wall, while Sara was in the middle, laying on her back.
That left a third of the tent floor to Vincent. Sara had unrolled his sleeping bag and it was tempting to hop in and travel to dreamland.
So that was just what he did. After pulling off his shoes, socks, shirt and shorts, He carefully made his way into his sleeping bag since he didn't want to wake any of the girls. As soon as he shut his eyes and relaxed, it felt like his entire body just floated out into a puddle of dough. He didn't want to move. He was just so tired.
But he still streched out his arms over his head as he yawned quietly. Only that he accidently bumped his elbow into Sara on the way down! He froze every movement to see if she had woken up from the collision.
She had! She rolled over to face Vincent and flung her left arm onto his chest. He looked into her eyes to find a reaction to why her arm was resting peacefully on top of him. And when he saw that her eyes was closed, he knew that she was asleep.
Vincent sighed out in relief. She hadn't woken up. (Now what? I can't sleep with her arm on me!) He was feeling uncomfortable with her touching him like this. No one used to touch him at all and he was fine with that.
So, he tried to pick up her arm and put it down at her side. But when he did that, she just gripped hold of him tighter, like a one arm hug.
He dropped his hands on her in defeat.
(Shit... There is no way I can make her let go without waking her up!) He closed his eyes, trying to come up with another way.
As he lay there with his eyes closed, he could feel Sara's hand wrap around his own. Looking down at her face, she was indeed still asleep.
(She is so soft... Besides, I don't wanna wake her up now do I?) Even Vincent himself didn't notice, but he fell asleep smiling, holding the hand of Sara Futura.
Well... So what do ya think? Was it good infatuation or was it just lame, predictable crap? Whatever, just let me know by pressing the button down yonder! Yup, that one. / Yorun