Trust me if I could be writing fluff I would be, just like I would get Jessica Alba out of my mind as Nancy as I'm trying to write Max (very conflicting characters) if I could. I'm sure fluff will be making an appearance soon or at least I hope it will (I'm a massive fan of fluff). Thanks for reading!
Oh and before anyone asks "Moving On" will have a new chapter in a few days, just this chapter has me totally stuck.
Chapter Seven
She felt guilty dragging him out; it was obvious he was still exhausted. Who knew when the last time he'd gotten a decent night's sleep was, she was pretty sure it hadn't been in the past two days. It was easier though to be out, not sitting in the apartment and being forced to talk.
She didn't want to talk, she wanted to forget.
She didn't want a more in depth reunion with her sibs, she didn't want the bone crushing hugs from OC. She just wanted to be with him and forget.
He didn't make a single comment on how her hand was holding on to his for dear life in the crowds. Didn't say anything about the fact that she was allowing him to push through the throngs of people that had gathered in the farmer's market. He just held her when she'd press her body up against his, needing more than the reassurance of his hand. Held her as he waited for his goods or his change without being asked. He asked her simple questions,
"If I buy artichokes will you eat them?"
"Smother them in something and you got it." She smiled and nodded.
But that was it.
She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't be strong any longer. She'd forced herself to be for two months, but she couldn't anymore. She needed him and to forget.
She needed him desperately, in a way that made her feelings two months ago seem like nothing. Vertes hadn't prepared her this, not in the least.
She knew she was hanging on by a thread…Just waiting to collapse. She knew he'd be there for her, but she couldn't let it happen. She wasn't sure she'd be able to put herself back together.
"You want to try that little market over on 3rd?"
"The one that funny old Italian guy owns." She smiled and asked, she always liked that guy and he'd always liked her.
"Yea, they'll probably have the chips you like."
"That's because they charge three times the price." Goods were bound to stay on the shelves when made out of reach for the masses.
"Only double" he smiled
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She was still smiling as she walked back into the apartment and dropped the bags she'd been carrying up on the counter. It had kinda been nice to be gushed over. She used to stop in at the small market all the time on the way to and from Logan's apartment for junk food and she'd go in every once in awhile with Logan.
"What did you tell Luigi about me?" She asked as she handed him the milk as he was in front of the fridge putting away the groceries.
He looked up confused.
"He said when this one told me you were gone." She frowned remembering his words, which could have sounded like she was dead except for the fact that he had greeted her with open arms and not like a ghost.
"That you were gone. That something came up with your family." He said adjusting the groceries in the fridge. That had been the truth hadn't it? That's what he'd told himself at least. He hadn't been able to form the words 'She's dead.' He'd said them alright, over and over to himself, forcing his mind to accept it, but saying the words to others, seeing their faces…
She didn't allow her mind to dwell on that too long, she understood though in a way no one else would ever be able to. She moved on, making light of it as she often did, "Guess that'll make trying to get my job back easier."
"Oh no, they thought you were dead." He chuckled, " Normal cried out 'Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph' when he saw her. I think Sketchy," he paused and made a face saying the name, things like that didn't just flow off his tongue, "pushed his bike into someone named Sky. And by the time I got there Herbal was still preaching something about Jah knows what Jah's doing and Jah would never take the just unjustly?" He ended with a confused look on his face trying to remember Herbal's words.
Her twin, she'd almost forgotten, "So does this mean I have a job come Monday?"
His eyes focused on her, "Max that's three days away"
"Normal routine…Should be good for me." She shrugged
"You should probably call Original Cindy?"
"Tomorrow" she nodded, it might be inevitable that she had to deal with all that stuff, but it didn't mean she couldn't put it off just a little longer.
He opened his mouth to speak.
"24 hours Logan, is that asking so much? Can't we just hide out for a little while? Watch mindless tv? You can fill me in on what sleazy politician did what this summer? Tell me what happened in the drama that is the Cale family? JJ's wife catch him with another nanny?" she ended with a smile.
He laughed, "No, but Aunt Margo latched onto my uncle's golf buddy, my goddaughter, Brittany got expelled from her school for smoking weed on school grounds."
"Isn't she like 5?"
"I thought so too," he laughed. "Apparently they continue to age even when you don't see them, she's 13."
"She's 13 and she's smoking up?"
He shook his head in shocked agreement.
"So what else?" she laughed.
"I think that might be it." He thought about it for a moment, "Oh Bennett and Marianne are having a baby around Christmas."
She froze for the briefest of moments and hoped he didn't notice, "Really, that's quick."
"Yea I think they've been trying since they got married. Did you want the salmon or the steak tonight?" He said with his attention returned back to the fridge and the two white packages lying on the shelf, he should put the fish in the freezer if they weren't going to eat it tonight.
"Either" she said with a shake of her head.
He shut the door and turned back to her.
She laughed as she caught the look in his eye, who was this agreeable, non-opinionated person before him, "A few weeks Logan." She raised up and kissed him, she'd gotten over everything else that had happened in her life, she knew she'd get over this too.
Hmmm yea, think this chapter was a little off. My bad, I'll try better next time.
