The Grocery Store

Ch 3

By: Kiera Kay

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The sun was just peering over the hill when Sharona awoke from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and her heart stopped for second, as Monk's hand was still on her stomach. She carefully removed it and got out of bed.

As she fixed her pajamas that had went awry, she looked over at him peacefully sleeping away. She smiled and headed into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, frowning as she threw her hair up into a ponytail.

She decided she should go make breakfast, something to keep her busy for a while.

She took out the skillet and the pancake mix and started.

As she mixed the ingredients together her mind wandered off to last night. She remembered every bit of it, like it was imprinted into her brain.

She remembered every touch, every word that had been said between the two of them and she smiled at the thought.

'He's came a long way without me' she thought to herself. Still, not focusing on the breakfast she poured in too much milk…

"Aw crap." She said quietly.

"It's okay…I did not want pancakes anyway." Monk said appearing behind her, scaring her in the process.

"Jeez, you almost made me have a heart attack."

"Oh, I'm sorry, all you alright?"

"Yea, it's just a saying…. here." she said handing him the bowl of mix, "I messed it up."

He looked at it awkwardly and carefully placed it in the sink, "What do you want me to do with it?"

"I don't know, make some more?"

He looked at her like she was crazy and went turned around to start cleaning the bowl.

As he was hard away at scrubbing she decided how she wanted to do what…. she wanted to do.

"Adrian." She said, carefully placing a hand on his back. He turned around to face her with a sponge in one hand and a glove on the other.

"Could you put the sponge down for one second…just a second?" She said taking it out of his hands.

"But Sharona…"

She laid everything neatly on the counter and continued her speech, "I know that I've said this already but I just want to say…Thank you…. so much. Adrian you don't even know…."

"Sharona really it's…."

"No, you are here for me no matter what. I mean I was crying like a baby and you…. you were just…. and I know how you're not good with the hug/comforting kind of stuff but…."

"Your welcome." He looked her straight in her eyes and flashed her a famous Monk smile.

She smiled back in agreement and looked down, "You've changed Adrian."

He continued scrubbing the bowl firmly and cleared his throat, "It was bound to happen in a year."

He made a joke again!

Sharona was starting to think that the Monk she used to know was no more… he was better.

"So, I'm gonna go get packed, I'm going to stay at my sisters house, she has a spare bedroom."

Monk dropped his sponge as he heard the words come out of his mouth, "You're leaving?"

"Yea…I need to."

"Why?" Monk said almost a little to quickly.

Sharona gave him a weird look, "I can't stay…. here."

Monk shook his head in agreement but did not really understand, "I understand."

She was hoping he wouldn't say that, she really did not want to leave.

Sharona left the room to go pack her small amount of stuff. Monk sighed and went back to scrubbing his pot.

He tried to think of what to do about Benjy: he promised he would take care of it.

But as hard as he tried, all he could think about was Sharona leaving him, again.

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It was two days after Sharona had left: she was all settled in at Gail's. She had told Gail about what was going on between her and Trevor. They had cried together for a few minutes, but nothing to the extent of what she had poured on Monk.

Surprisingly, she still felt lonely though, even after being back to where she wanted.

She thought about it: she did miss Benjy, but that was being taken care of.

Maybe…. she missed…

Monk.

'Oh God…. I really do' she thought to herself. He had made her feel so special, so important and now….

Now she felt lonely without him.

This had never happened to her before. Could it be that she had………..feelings for him?

'No way' she said to herself unconvincingly, but thinking about it more and more made her realize…. maybe…

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Monk sat in his overly large lounge chair, trying to conquer a crossword puzzle. It was no use, he couldn't concentrate!

Unlike Sharona who did not know why she felt lonely: he knew why. He really missed her.

The smell of her hair, the vibrant color of her clothes, down to her crystal blue eyes: he missed everything.

He had always considered her as best friend, a companion, but now…. was it changing?

He did not sure if it was love: certainly not the same love he had for Trudy

But close to it.

'This can't happen' he said to himself. He had always promised himself that Trudy would be his one and only love.

But then he thought back to some of the 'discussions' he had had with Trudy in the past year. She had told him to move on at least twelve times. (He counted), and he had refused every one of them.

'Maybe she was right' Monk thought to himself …

He got up and picked up the phone and dialed the number he had written down.

"Hello, um may I speak to Benjy please?"

"Benjy? Who the hell is this?"

"It's um…. his friend…. from school." Monk lied, trying to avoid an over-the-phone confrontation with Trevor.

"You don't sound like a thirteen year old…."

"Dad, give me the phone." Monk heard Benjy say in the background.

Trevor forcefully pushed the phone into his son's hand and shook his head, "fine."

He stopped off in an angry way and Benjy put the phone to his ear, "Hello."

"Hi, Benjy, It's me…Mr. Monk."

Benjy's face lit up as he heard those words, "I'm so glad you called, how's my mom?"

"She's…good. Listen Benjy, you have to come back."

"I can't, my dad needs me."

"Benjy, I know you're not that clueless…you know he's an alcoholic, he cannot take care of you."

"I can take care of myself." Benjy wined.

"But what about your mother."

"She did not have any reason for leaving, she was being self-centered."

Obviously it was clear Benjy did not know what was going on.

"Benjy, your mother needs you to come back…it's more…" He did not know what to say, "complicated than you think."

"But…what about my dad…. he needs help too."

"That's true he does…but you nor anyone else can truly help him."

Benjy nodded his head as he realized what Monk was saying, "I know…. when am I supposed to leave?"

"I'll call a cab to come pick you up in two days, and I'll call the…airplane company to get you a ticket."

"Thanks Mr. Monk…especially watching out for my mom and stuff…"

"Your welcome."

"Bye." He said quickly and hung up the phone…. now it was time for another phone call….

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