Where You Lead
Chapter 8 - Here With Me
A/N: Thanks to Jess for beta-ing for me. And thanks everyone, for reading!!
Disclaimer: Thanks ASP and Dido!
I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
"No matter how many times I watch it, NYPD Blue just doesn't get any better." Amber mumbled, breaking the silence. "So, on that note, I will leave you to watch it on your own." She told Jess, as she put her hand on his knee to push herself off the sofa.
"You wanna do something?" Was all Jess said.
"Such as?"
"I dunno. There's a new bar around the corner."
"Jess… A bar is so not your scene. Or mine for that matter. Besides… We gotta catch that flight to Connecticut tomorrow, remember?
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that." Jess commented sarcastically. Amber simply rolled her eyes and headed in the direction of Jess's room, in which she'd taken up residence, while Jess slept on the couch.
"Okay, so a bar's not our scene. We'll create our own scene. Less people, better music, free alcohol…" Seeing that Amber was still in resistance mode, Jess tried compromising. "Just have one drink."
"Are you sure getting drunk is a good idea given your… 'history?'"
"I'm a drug addict not an alcoholic." Without waiting for a reply, Jess exited the living room, returning a few minutes later with freshly made Margaritas and a jug. You could never just make two glasses and Amber was never one for wastage.
An hour and four Margs later, Jess and Amber were both sitting on the floor, laughing hysterically at God-knows-what."
"Damnit Jess. You said one drink!" Amber screamed, struggling to speak through the fits of laughter that had consumed her. "I'm going to bed, we have a flight tomorrow." Instead of getting to her feet, which would've been impossible, had she thought of it. She struggled to the crawling position and began to start crawling to the bedroom. Jess however hadn't lost the use of his limbs, instead he was as hyper as a two year old, who'd just learnt to walk. He ran around the couch and dropped to the floor, blocking Amber's path. Thinking it was the most hilarious gag ever, Jess burst into another laughing fit. Taking advantage of Jess's distraction, Amber turned and crawled around the sofa, taking the route Jess had taken to stop her. Nearly at the bedroom door, it looked as though Amber was home free, however at that exact moment Jess plonked himself in front of her once again. Then a sobering thought popped into Amber's head. It always did when she'd been drinking. That was the main reason she'd wanted to sleep. To get all x-rated, Jess-thoughts out of her head. She knew if she went there again with Jess, it would ruin her. Especially since he was pining over some girl on the other side of the country.
Then before she knew it, she had Jess's face between her hands and she was kissing him. And he was kissing her back. Amber knew he would regret it in the morning, but a part of her didn't care. All that mattered in that precise instant, was having Jess's hands on her, no matter what the cost.
Jess woke to find Amber curled up next to him. Oh God. What did I do? Jess knew Amber had never fully gotten over him. They'd been best friends forever. They'd dated for a while, then she slept with someone else and he couldn't move past it. So they stayed friends. And now this. He couldn't let her believe that he wanted it. But he also couldn't hurt her like that. Since she'd come back into his life, things had started looking up for Jess. She was a welcome distraction, just not that welcome. He got up and pulled on a pair of faded jeans. When he sat back down, Amber had slipped out of the room.
In search for her, Jess found a note on the dining table.
The travel agent called confirming our flights for tomorrow. Guess we got the dates mixed up. Gone to the store, be back soon,
Amber xoxo
The truth was, Amber had called the travel agent postponing Jess's flight until tomorrow. She however, had every intention of making today's flight and doing a little reparation of her own.