THE REASON - Part Seven: Hey, You!
Summary: Kimberly finally finds Tommy's house. But it's the moment of truth, how will he react?
Disclaimer: Power Rangers mine it isn't. But this story is. And, if I've gotten this far, than you must really like me. Or I'm just annoyed at the lack of reviews, and I just had to post. Either way, it's getting somewhere. And, yes, before I forget, the main title of the story does tie in with Hoobastank's "The Reason". Gotta give you guys credit, so don't sue me, please!
A/N: It's short, but it has to be. The next chapter is just far too long. And it's simple, so it gets things ready for the upcoming chapters. Stay tuned.
"It isn't over, until all the doors are finally closed on the past." –Eclyptyk Neo
Kimberly pulled off the road, beside a quaint blue house amongst the endless rows of trees hiding it. There was a black jeep in what appeared to be a driveway off to the left side of the house. She looked at the small piece of paper in her hand, then back at the house. 1992 Valencia Road. Well, here it is. After about nearly four hours of looking around, I found it.
But now what?
"He should be home. I would assume that jeep is his."
She sighed, and very slowly got out of the convertible. She looked around at her surroundings. The house was sort of a mystery, having stripped the pattern of trees in the area. There was no fence to block off property rights. It was two-stories high, the main entrance located on the west side of the house.
It seems nice. Kinda wondering how or why he'd pick a place out here in the middle of nowhere.
She took small steps up to the door of the house, trying to figure out what to say. She had so many questions to ask him, but didn't want to interrogate him with them all. She only worried about how much he had changed through the years, and if she could really see the person she missed and loved so much. She didn't want to come here and intrude. But she just had to settle a few things. Settle some things before she would set off for Athens in a few months. And perhaps, start a new relationship, she would make sure would last forever.
She came to a halt on his front porch, and forced out a breath before letting out a series of soft, cautious knocks.
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Tommy slipped into the house through the back and retreated to his room, to change into a black karate uniform, minus the sleeves to his karate jacket. He went into the room located on the main floor, which housed a small gym station. A Bowflex. A Total Gym. A bench press. A small corner full of weights of different sizes. A punching bag in the corner. A wooden dummy he used as a target for developing his martial arts skills. And the typical mirror setting across all walls of the room. On the far wall was a matted area where he could practice his other martial arts techniques.
He didn't even stop, heading straight for the punching bag to set up several hits before going into a fiery frenzy, a spark of anger creeping up with each punch he threw.
Each impact seemed to grow louder, as his anger was released on its aggressor. He broke out into a sweat, which forced him to strip himself of his karate jacket and tank top underneath.
Time passed.
He slowed down each punch, until he could do no more. He leaned up against the bag, catching his breath. What the hell is wrong with me? I came from the woods just fine, but now, I can't seem to get rid of this anger. Why?
He wiped his eyes to avoid the sweat from stinging when he swore he could of heard knocking coming from the door.
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No answer.
She waited.
The seconds felt like minutes. The minutes felt like hours.
Nothing.
She forced out a breath, and knocked again with more power.
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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Okay. Now, I know I heard that. Tommy thought as he wiped his face with a towel.
He peered out of the room, then retreated to answering the door, wrapping the towel around his neck.
-----
No answer.
She was growing more nervous as the minutes passed. Maybe this is a mistake. See, Jason, I told you. He probably saw me coming up, and is just waiting for me to leave. He doesn't want to talk to me.
Then she heard the unlatching of several locks and the door swung open.
And that's when she saw him. Actually saw him – less than 10 feet away – in three years.
He was looking down, appeared to look somewhat ashamed, but annoyed for the disturbance. When he looked up, his expression became blank like a ghost. His eyes spoke for his mouth as they widened with shock, surprise and speechlessness.
"Hey, you." Kimberly could only say above a whisper.
tbc.........
A/N: So, the tension isn't as big as I wanted it to. Even the best writers get writer's block. So, what will happen next? Will he let her in? Or throw her out back on the street? Gotta check out the next chapter if you want some answers.
Summary: Kimberly finally finds Tommy's house. But it's the moment of truth, how will he react?
Disclaimer: Power Rangers mine it isn't. But this story is. And, if I've gotten this far, than you must really like me. Or I'm just annoyed at the lack of reviews, and I just had to post. Either way, it's getting somewhere. And, yes, before I forget, the main title of the story does tie in with Hoobastank's "The Reason". Gotta give you guys credit, so don't sue me, please!
A/N: It's short, but it has to be. The next chapter is just far too long. And it's simple, so it gets things ready for the upcoming chapters. Stay tuned.
"It isn't over, until all the doors are finally closed on the past." –Eclyptyk Neo
Kimberly pulled off the road, beside a quaint blue house amongst the endless rows of trees hiding it. There was a black jeep in what appeared to be a driveway off to the left side of the house. She looked at the small piece of paper in her hand, then back at the house. 1992 Valencia Road. Well, here it is. After about nearly four hours of looking around, I found it.
But now what?
"He should be home. I would assume that jeep is his."
She sighed, and very slowly got out of the convertible. She looked around at her surroundings. The house was sort of a mystery, having stripped the pattern of trees in the area. There was no fence to block off property rights. It was two-stories high, the main entrance located on the west side of the house.
It seems nice. Kinda wondering how or why he'd pick a place out here in the middle of nowhere.
She took small steps up to the door of the house, trying to figure out what to say. She had so many questions to ask him, but didn't want to interrogate him with them all. She only worried about how much he had changed through the years, and if she could really see the person she missed and loved so much. She didn't want to come here and intrude. But she just had to settle a few things. Settle some things before she would set off for Athens in a few months. And perhaps, start a new relationship, she would make sure would last forever.
She came to a halt on his front porch, and forced out a breath before letting out a series of soft, cautious knocks.
-----
Tommy slipped into the house through the back and retreated to his room, to change into a black karate uniform, minus the sleeves to his karate jacket. He went into the room located on the main floor, which housed a small gym station. A Bowflex. A Total Gym. A bench press. A small corner full of weights of different sizes. A punching bag in the corner. A wooden dummy he used as a target for developing his martial arts skills. And the typical mirror setting across all walls of the room. On the far wall was a matted area where he could practice his other martial arts techniques.
He didn't even stop, heading straight for the punching bag to set up several hits before going into a fiery frenzy, a spark of anger creeping up with each punch he threw.
Each impact seemed to grow louder, as his anger was released on its aggressor. He broke out into a sweat, which forced him to strip himself of his karate jacket and tank top underneath.
Time passed.
He slowed down each punch, until he could do no more. He leaned up against the bag, catching his breath. What the hell is wrong with me? I came from the woods just fine, but now, I can't seem to get rid of this anger. Why?
He wiped his eyes to avoid the sweat from stinging when he swore he could of heard knocking coming from the door.
-----
No answer.
She waited.
The seconds felt like minutes. The minutes felt like hours.
Nothing.
She forced out a breath, and knocked again with more power.
-----
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Okay. Now, I know I heard that. Tommy thought as he wiped his face with a towel.
He peered out of the room, then retreated to answering the door, wrapping the towel around his neck.
-----
No answer.
She was growing more nervous as the minutes passed. Maybe this is a mistake. See, Jason, I told you. He probably saw me coming up, and is just waiting for me to leave. He doesn't want to talk to me.
Then she heard the unlatching of several locks and the door swung open.
And that's when she saw him. Actually saw him – less than 10 feet away – in three years.
He was looking down, appeared to look somewhat ashamed, but annoyed for the disturbance. When he looked up, his expression became blank like a ghost. His eyes spoke for his mouth as they widened with shock, surprise and speechlessness.
"Hey, you." Kimberly could only say above a whisper.
tbc.........
A/N: So, the tension isn't as big as I wanted it to. Even the best writers get writer's block. So, what will happen next? Will he let her in? Or throw her out back on the street? Gotta check out the next chapter if you want some answers.