Obsession 2

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Obsession Part 2 – Developing.

Miranda knocks softly on the door and without waiting for an answer she opens it and gets inside. What greets her isn't the pair of eyes she wants to se but the loud bark of Mole. She takes her eyes from the empty desk to the barking dog running to her direction and happily jumping on her. "Quite, Mole." She says and the dog stops immediately jumping, sitting very obediently in front of her. "Good boy." She says as she smiles down at the dog and bends down to scratch Mole's fluffy ear.

When she believes Mole is satisfied she stops her ministrations and walks to Declan's desk and put the papers she is holding over it. She wonders where Declan could be since she was so sure he would be waiting her to bring his so waited results, but before she can start pondering over it, Declan's face comes from the door.

"Oh, hey Miranda." He greets her as he walks inside carrying a paper bad in one of his hands. "Doughnuts. Do you want some?" He says holding up the bad so she can have a better look and before she can answers he goes on, "Did you get the results?" He asks barely holding back his anxiety.

Miranda smiles a little because of that and points a finger at the papers she had just laid down. "Right there. And no, I don't want doughnuts, thank you."

"More to me." He says with a witty smile and winks at her as he walks to his desk and picks up the paper. Miranda only smiles again and rolls her eyes at his lame attempts to be funny. Declan reads carefully through the paper and frowns as he finally gets where he wants. "Ketchup and slime?" He asks rhetorically with a very disbelieving tone and turns to face her with an expression that Miranda could say is a mix of disappointment and surprise.

She has to bit her lip very hard to keep a very inappropriate chuckle from bursting out. "It seems like your 'chicken blood' is just ketchup and slime..." She says with her always bland voice as she walks to the couch and sits down. She opens her mouth to speak again, but before any word can come out Declan interrupts her.

"Don't even dare to say 'I told you so' Miranda." He says with a 'stern' glare at her.

"But I did." She murmurs with a shake of her head. "I told you it was just a waste of time."

"Yeah, that's right, rub it right on my face." Declan mutters and throws himself in his chair letting out a big, dissatisfied sigh.

Miranda gets up and walks to him, resting her lower back on his desk. "Declan, just forget this for a while. It's sunny out there; you know how seldom this happens, why don't you go have a walk? Forget work for a while"

Declan can help but lets a heavy gasp escape from between his lips. "Look who is talking! Miss I-am-always-busy-I-can't-have-fun." He scorns and as soon as a hurt look crosses her face he immediately regrets talking to her like that. "Sorry, didn't mean like that. Is just that... you're always serious." He says remembering all the times she had cried and smiled a bit, but he never really sees her laughing...

"Not always."

"Yes, always. I never saw you laughing. You should laugh more, you have such a beautiful smile."

She rolls her eyes dismissing his compliment as her cheeks redden with a blush. She stands and steps way from him, giving space so he can get up. "Come on, let's get outside."

"Yes, ma'am." He mocks and follows her out the door, without seeing yet again one more roll of eyes.

He's sitting on a bench near one of the university doors, by himself like always. As long as he has Miranda he doesn't really care about that, he doesn't care he's so alone and that no one asks if they can sit with him. He's always been alone, all his life people never asked to sit with him and if he didn't ask to do so, he'd never make friends. Since he moved to Oregon he made a few friends and even in the university he already has some of them.

Moving to Oregon was the best thing he ever did. He can begin all fresh, start a new life and here is where he met Miranda.

She is the prettiest little thing he has ever laid his eyes on. She is even more beautiful than Michelle and more understanding too. He thought Michelle was the love of his life but she betrayed him, she let him down without thinking twice, she hurt him, so he had to give her a lesson. He didn't want to make any harm, all he wanted to do was to talk but she didn't listen and he ended up doing bad things.

It isn't his fault, not at all. She just wouldn't listen, all he asked for was a few minutes to talk to her, to work things out; he wanted to work things out with, to show her he could be a better man, he could make things right, to... to be happy with her.

Michelle didn't want to work things out. She didn't want to understand.

So he ended up hurting her.

Now he can't get anywhere near her otherwise the cops will arrest him.

Trevon shakes his head, saddened that she would waste such a beautiful relationship like the one they had. They were so happy, he gave her gifts all the time, he treated her like a princess and she stepped on him, she treated him like a loser, like the girls on high school treated him.

He thought she was different, he thought she wouldn't be such a whore. She is a whore, she is... isn't someone that let your boyfriend behind to go out dancing without him a whore? She'd rather go out with her friends than to stay home with him, to spend time with him, she'd rather go to the movies with that little bitch she calls best friend than to hang out with him and his friends.

He wanted to show her off, to let those stupid guys know how lucky he was from finding such a wonderful woman, but no, she didn't want to go with him. She always said it was stupid to show her off, that she wasn't a thing. He was mad because he never had something good in his life and the only thing he indeed have didn't want him the way he wanted her.

So he hurt her. He didn't want to but he hurt her.

And it's not his fault...

He immediately notices the moment they leave the university. The first thing that catches his eyes is that beautiful glow of her hair, how it floats around her head. She's smiling, he sees, but then he knows why. The professor is with her... He feels that anger boils inside him as he watches him looking dreamingly at her –but then it's not really his fault... Miranda is beautiful- how she turns to look at him and that little cute turn of lips happens. But what makes him want to hit something is the motion he does to rest his palm on her back.

He wants to go to them and take that hand off of her, to break his nose and tell him to never again touch her. To take her hand in his and take her away from him, take her to a better place to have a walk under the sun.

He follows them with his eyes as Declan leads Miranda to a bench and sit down. He hates how she let him tell her what to do, how she lets him command her. He has to turn in his bench so he can stare at them and take care of his Miranda. He has to be very careful of her; she can hurt that beautiful porcelain flesh of hers real easy. He doesn't want to see her hurt.

No one will ever hurt her. He can't let it happen.

He tries to hear what they're saying but they're just too far from where he's sitting. He wants to know if she's talking about him, if she's telling the professor good things about him. He wants to be her friend, someone she can count on, she can tell things. He wants to be like Declan Dunn, the man in her life she looks up to. He wants to be her world just like Professor Dunn is it.

Miranda looks up and closes her eyes to let the warm sun heat her face. It's so good to be in the sun when the day is cold, that's what she thinks. She loves the feel of the sunshine against her soft skin, warming it as if it is the gentle hands of a lover. She loves the feel of it.

She leans back on the bench and rests her back on it, joining her hands and putting them on her lap. Then she finally opens her eyes only to see that Declan is watching her. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, what is it?"

He shrugs and takes his eyes from her to look at the people passing by. "I was just watching you."

"Watching me..." She starts but before any other word can come out, Declan speaks.

"You know what we should do?" He asks the moment the thought crosses his mind. "We should take a weekend off." He doesn't have a clue of where that comes from but he likes the idea. "I forget about work and you forget about college so we have the whole weekend just to have fun."

Miranda looks at him for a couple of seconds trying to make sure if he's serious or just fooling with her. "Declan... are you insane?"

He looks back at her and smiles that mischievous smile of his. "I'm serious. When was the last time you have fun? From what I remember, I believe it was when you was... possessed, let's put it this way..."

"Declan, I'm in college. I can't walk around just having fun. I have responsibilities. I don't have time to have fun."

"Oh, come on Miranda..." He sighs out in frustration. "You have plenty of time to study, to do your papers and to work with me AND have fun too."

"Declan..." She groans in a failed attempt to make him forget about that.

"It will be just two days. You won't die because of two days. What do you say? Me and you –and Peggy if she's free- together and have some fun, no work or school related."

Miranda can't stop a sweet smile from creeping over her face as she sees Declan's enthusiasm, looking like a child. She knows he's doing that only to make her happy because Declan has absolutely much more fun than her; Miranda almost never has any fun.

"Say yes, please. We can even take Mole." He grins at her, wishing his flirtatious attempts to make her give in will work.

Miranda rolls her eyes as she lets out a silently chuckle. "Ok, all right. You won... You're really a pain in the ass, you know?"

Declan gasps and looks perplexed at her. "What kind of language is that, young lady?"

"Please, Declan..." She says coming back to her normal, bland, serious expression.

He sees him flirting with her and that makes his mood even worse. He is already touching her, now he needs to flirt with her too? What kind of professor is that? He shouldn't be flirting with the students... He knows he's not her professor but he's still a professor and to Trevon that is wrong. Wrong of them to have such a close relationship when he is much older than her, when she is a student and he, a professor.

He shouldn't be so jealous because he knows they don't have anything else than friendship, but his angry filled brain won't make things clear to him. He can't see why she is so much with him, what the professor has he doesn't have. She never looks at him the way she looks at the professor, a look that he can almost be sure is love...

No, NO! It can't be love, because then things will be just too difficult. If she loves the professor she'll never love him. Unless he makes her... No... He promised himself he wouldn't harm her; he would never do anything bad to her. He has to keep his promise.

He glances again at the two talking and this time he sees the psychiatrist coming. She's not as often with him as Miranda, but she's part of the group. She's always there. He wishes he was part of the group too.

But maybe he can be.

Trevon makes up his mind and gets up from his bench to go to theirs. They are chatting animatedly and don't notice when Trevon walks up to them. "Hi." He speaks shyly and looks directly at Miranda, hoping she will smile at him.

The three of them turn at the sound of his voice and smile politely at Trevon. "Oh, hey Trevon." Miranda is the first to greet, but doesn't smile like Trevon wants.

"Hey, buddy." Declan speaks.

"Hi." Peggy says with a small smile. Then all of them look at each other without anything to say. The silence that falls over them is so awkward that it makes Miranda actually feel sorry for him.

Trevon doesn't like the silence at all and doesn't like the pitiful look Miranda gives him, either. He hates that look; it's the look he has always received ever since the day he was born. He doesn't want to hate her, so he changes the issue. "Any good news?"

She puts one hand above her eyes to block the sunlight and looks up at him. "Not really. The same old craziness of always." She says and takes a quick suggestive look at Declan.

"What??" He asks with the confusion of someone who doesn't have a clue about what she's talking about. "It's not craziness. And you love it anyway."

"Yeah, Ok, I love it. It makes things... interesting."

"Interesting, huh?"

"Yeah," Miranda exchanges a knowing look with Peggy, who smiles back at her as Miranda speaks, "Living around you is never boring." She peeks up at him and smiles.

"I knew it!" He yells as he points a mocking finger at her.

Trevon tries to smile at their little game but finds himself too jealous of Declan to do as much as give them an angry look. He can't believe they're flirting like that right in front of him, playing with each other as if there is no one else there. As if he is not there, because Peggy is in their game since he notices the little secret that it seems only Miranda and Peggy know.

He watches as they smile together; as they look together at the same place, understand their particular jokes. Trevon is not a part of it, he's not a part of Miranda's life...

... Yet.

He will surprise her more than anyone has ever done.

"Hmm, I gotta go now." Trevon says and they look back at him expectantly. "I still have classes."

"Okay." Miranda nods.

"Bye, See ya later, Miranda." He says with a smile as he walks away.

"Bye." She says back and the glow of Declan's grin shining right on her face catches her attention. "What?" She asks noticing both Peggy and Declan's amused smiles.

"Miranda's got a boyfriend." Declan singsongs through his laugh, it seeming impossible to him to keep the joke to himself.

"Yeah, right." Miranda mutters rolling her eyes. "As if..."

"Ohhh, don't tell me he's not your cute little boyfriend."

Trevon hasn't walked away enough so he stops in his track when his name is mentioned and pretends to be looking around and takes a while to walk so he can hear what they're saying, expecting anxiously by Miranda's answer, but what she says actually breaks his heart into a million of tiny little pieces, it makes his whole world seems as if it is being parting before his eyes.

"Not in this life."

He almost turns around and goes back to them just to face Miranda and ask why she's so mean, why he can't be her boyfriend. He tried so hard to be good to her but all she can do is hurt him over and over and over. He's tired of his failed attempts to make her happy; he's not going to be so easy anymore.

'Not in this life'

He'll change her opinion, even if it's the last thing he does.

She's not going to hurt him anymore.

End of part 2! Yay! What do you think? It is good? Should I continue? Leave me a review and tell me how I'm doing.