I had no intention of writing any more of this story at all but your lovely reviews imspired me! I hope it doesnt suck too much. I know it's taken a while to get the next chapter up but I think I have the plot sorted in my head now so the next one shouldnt be too far away. Hope you enjoy it!
Oh and I don't own anyone in this story... What i would give to own tony for a little while though! hehe!
The car turned into the driveway, headlights blinding her momentarily. She stood up slowly, legs shaking ever so slightly. When she had arrived at the house, about fifteen minutes earlier, it had been in darkness. She had decided to wait half an hour and if he hadn't come back she would leave, though she was pretty sure that if the car hadn't pulled up at that exact moment she would have bailed right then. Michelle could not remember that last time she was this nervous. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say in the taxi a few times and then again whilst she sat on the front step. It was something along the lines of "I'm sorry. I love you. I miss you. Please come home to me." She smoothed down her skirt and took a step forward, shivering against the cool breeze.
As the headlights were turned off she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. When she could once again see properly she found herself staring directly at her ex husband. His expression was one of utter confusion. On any other occasion Michelle would have found it incredibly endearing but her attention was attracted to movement in the passenger seat. A young woman sat there, she was talking at Tony and looking wildly from him to Michelle. Tony remained silent.
After a few minutes, during which Tony presumably collected himself, the driver door opened and Tony got out. He walked round the front of the car to where Michelle stood and stopped. He was followed shortly by the passenger, a young brunette who did not look particularly happy. Michelle looked at Tony's face and suddenly had no idea what to say. She could only imagine what he must be thinking at that moment. The young woman looked from Tony to Michelle and back again, it was clear that she too was very confused. After a moment he finally broke the silence.
"Michelle." It wasn't much but it was a start. Michelle took a deep breath and opened her mouth but was beaten to it by the brunette.
"Michelle?" She looked furiously at Tony, "As in your ex Michelle?"
He turned to her with a look that suggested his patience was wearing thin.
"Jen could you give us a minute?" The irritation in his voice was evident.
"Why is she here? What's going on?" She had fire in her eyes as she squared up to him.
"Jen. A minute please!" His voice was raised now and Jen had obviously been subjected to this before, she sighed and pushed past him, deliberately bumping into Michelle as she made her way to the front door.
"Whatever." She said as she opened the door to the darkened house and slammed it after her. Tony stood for a moment staring at the door before he turned back to face Michelle.
She knew she should speak but no words were forming. When she had decided to come here she knew it wouldn't be simple. She had no expectation of finding Tony here waiting for her to come back to him. She had hoped that he had moved forward in his life but she certainly hadn't expected him to have shacked up with someone else. And what stung most of all was that he was also quite clearly sober. She knew she should be happy that he had gotten his life back on track but it hurt her to know that he had accomplished it without her. He had given up drinking for this Jen when he couldn't do it for Michelle. Tony spoked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Is something wrong?" He asked. She couldn't read his voice and his face was blank.
"I…" She began but then couldn't continue. "Uh, I… I can't… I shouldn't be here." And with that she turned and began to walk up the driveway towards the road. She hated herself for doing this. She was a strong woman, she never shied away from anything and yet here she was running from him. He started after her.
"Michelle." Why did he always say her name like that? A whisper and a question all at the same time. He grabbed her arm and turned her toward him.
She dared to look into his eyes now and for a split second she saw him. Her Tony. He paused briefly before speaking again.
"At least let me give you a lift home." He said simply.
She nodded absently and allowed him to lead her to the car.