"Okay" he hopes that thats what people normally answer to this..."It was a mistake , only due to the circumstances!" he says,
trying to assure himself that he he didnt momentarily forget about all his problems when she kissed him because his heart was
fluttering and his stomach flopped like crazy.
"yeah , I was just trying to comfort you" and didnt feel anything and didnt feel anything...
"And it worked...see..."that fake smile thing was really coming in handy lately - didnt she teach him that?
"I just dont want us to be..awkward or anything...I care, you know...not to mention that you pay me , ahah!"ridiculously weak joke!
"Nah, were good-better, were ...brilliant" He should definitely spend less time cleaning and more time learning how to tell a proper lie!
Yet something about the way he conveyed that must have been good because she smiles and retakes her seat next to him " want to watch Tv?"
"uhm, sure!"
As she switched on the TV she turns to him, face suddenly seriuos again."You have to stop blaming yourself!
Trudys death and the break-in were really not your fault!Trust me!"she stressed
" I do" and he does but hes sure that these things are indeed his fault...but she thinks they arent , and she sometimes is right
about things!
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They are still watching the same stupid programme she turned on over fifty minutes ago. she so "loved" that show and he just endures it because shes been falling asleep right after the beginning and now her head rests on his shoulder...and he doesnt want to move and keeps watching and well ..suffering.
As his eyelids finally grow heavy he reaches for her hand ,interlocking their fingers and placing the joined pair softly on his lap ,
before he finally drifts into sleep.
The whole night the remain in that exact same position - her head resting on his shoulder, their interwined fingers resting on his lap.
the same position Tim finds them in the next morning.He felt a pang of jealousy as he notices how they just...fit. He cant help but wonder if he himself and Sharona ever looked anything like that. Aah, that Monk guy is a freak!He touches her shoulder to wake her up.
She does, stretching, massaging her stiff neck as she finally analyzes the situation.
shes holding handds-holding hands?when did that happen-with Adrian on the couch where she obviuosly stayed the night and a very
upset looking Tim looms over her.
"whats going on?" he demands
" Uh, nothing , why?" Denial and daze are the perfect foundation for a credible lie.
he stutters , points at her, points at him " care to explain that?"
"He couldnt sleep and needed someone to talk to, so i stayed up with him..that is until i fell asleep..."
"Did anything happen?" he studies her carefully.
"Come on, you know how he is, he hates sleeping on a dirty couch and is petrified of touching people or people touching him."
"Well he didnt seem to have a problem sleeping on the couch and he certainly wasnt petrified to touch you!"
She ignores the pleasureable warmth his last words brought forth..wasnt petrified to touch you.
"oh come on"she hates that, she doesnt want to lie , she doesnt want Tim to interrupt whatever was going on here , but right now she cant
deal with anything, she just woke up and needs coffeine..intravenous!
So she trots to the kitchen , Tim close behind, casting one last glance at Adrian, still sleeping, smiling-smiling-leaning into the
now empty space where her body had been.
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Breakfast was...interesting.Adrian was nervous , Tim edgy and she was ignoring both of them, cursing Benji for leaving so early.
Why do you go through the trouble of labour if kids are never around when you need them?
Just the Tim cleared his throat, looking very smug and pleased with himself and said "You know Adrian , I could set you up!I know a really nice lady, she has issues , too!"
Monk couldnt even begin to tell how incredibly stupid and...surreal this whole situation was!
" are you insane?" Thank God for Sharona!
"No, listen, shes troubled as well, shes a kleptomaniac!"
Monk could see the anger rising in Sharona."Hey, hey, I might even go out with her - I´ll just hide my wallet ..and my keys ..and wont tell her my name..or my address. It´s a good start actually , who knows I might even get remarried!"
She looked at him , somewhat surprised but proud that he was even quicker than her.
"That was funny! Who knows , maybe all that time I spend with you is finally paying off...speaking of payments.."
Tim interrupted their bickering again" Why dont you give it a shot, shes really nice except for that stealing thing!"
"he doesnt need dates , he has me !" Sharona snapped. Whoops!There goes her mouth again, leaving no time for the brain to catch up.
"Do I?" he asks, looking very solemn.
Mortified by the direction the conversation suddenly had taken she decided to downplay it "Sure, as long as you keep those cheques coming!"
Carrying the empty plates to the sink she asked"What do you have to do today?"
"I am seeing dr. Kroeger at eleven.."
"Freak" Tim muttered
"and then Ill go and clean my appartement."
"Okay then lets go!" she was already at the door as she hollered "Bye" to Tim and Monk couldnt suppress a smile acknowledging the fact that Tim didnt get a kiss this time!
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They were standing next to her station wagon in front of dr.Kroegers building.
"Ill pick you up again in an hour, okay?"
"okay"He took one step towards the building , one step back, shuffled, twitched, grimaced, shuffled some more,
then quickly bend down and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
Blushing he turned around and feld into the building.
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i dont know , what do you think?
review, pleaaaaaaaaase:)
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