Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter. Talent show goodness, hopefully, will be coming soon.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and no amount of wishing will make them mine.
Sing For Me
Chapter 12
After Lane had left Rory, she headed back to the apartment. As she was walking down the street toward her place she noticed a figure walking the other way. As the figure got closer she recognized who it was.
"Hey," the person said to her.
"Hey, Dave," she said rather solemnly.
"I just went to your apartment to see you but Brian said you were out."
"Yeah, I had stopped by Rory's after work."
"I figured as much."
There was an awkward silence. Dave was staring down at the sidewalk and Lane was looking to the right of her, straight ahead.
"Can we talk?" she asked him.
"Sure," he replied.
They took a seat on a bench nearby. Dave waited patiently for Lane to say something, but although she initiated this conversation she felt at a loss for words.
"Lane," Dave started, "What did you want to say to me? I mean, there's obviously something on your mind. I noticed that there was an 'Offspring' album left in the living room and I just want to let you know that if you are going through some kind of phase that makes you feel the need to listen to 'The Offspring' then I'm here for you. No one should ever go through that kind of phase."
"First of all, that's Brian's album. Second of all, we were using it as a coaster for our drinks," Lane told him.
"That's a relief," Dave responded.
There was another awkward silence but this time Lane was the one to break it.
"Dave," she said, "there is something I want to talk about."
"Okay," he said.
She took a deep breath, "You know that I think you're a great guy and I will always think of you as a great guy. I mean, you put yourself up against my mother and lived to tell about it. I just think that, well, with you being gone so much and having this life away from here, I just think...I mean...I..."
"Lane, what are you trying to say?" Dave asked her.
"I'm trying to say that," she took another deep breath, "maybe we should start just being friends. "
"You're breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice raised slightly.
"I just think that it would be best for both of us?"
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Dave it's not fair to keep this relationship going when we are so far from each other. What if you met someone else? I don't want to be the thing holding you back."
"You're not holding me back, Lane. I can't believe you're saying this."
"I'm not trying to hurt you. You have to understand my point of view. Do you understand how hard the last year and a half has been for me? You're not here Dave. I'm here alone and you are off at school living your life. You can't possibly know what I'm going through." Lane was close to tears as she spoke.
"So my life's perfect, is that what you're saying?" Dave sounded upset and confused, at the same time.
"No, that's not what I'm saying."
"Is there someone else then?" he asked her.
"No, of course not."
"God, Lane. I just don't understand."
"I'm so sorry, Dave," she was now at full tears.
He looked at her for a moment. He stood up and looked away toward the road.
"I'm going to go," he told her.
"I'm sorry," she said to him, once again.
He looked at her one more time and turned away and started to walk back toward his parents' house. Lane stayed sitting on the bench and let the tears fall.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and no amount of wishing will make them mine.
Sing For Me
Chapter 12
After Lane had left Rory, she headed back to the apartment. As she was walking down the street toward her place she noticed a figure walking the other way. As the figure got closer she recognized who it was.
"Hey," the person said to her.
"Hey, Dave," she said rather solemnly.
"I just went to your apartment to see you but Brian said you were out."
"Yeah, I had stopped by Rory's after work."
"I figured as much."
There was an awkward silence. Dave was staring down at the sidewalk and Lane was looking to the right of her, straight ahead.
"Can we talk?" she asked him.
"Sure," he replied.
They took a seat on a bench nearby. Dave waited patiently for Lane to say something, but although she initiated this conversation she felt at a loss for words.
"Lane," Dave started, "What did you want to say to me? I mean, there's obviously something on your mind. I noticed that there was an 'Offspring' album left in the living room and I just want to let you know that if you are going through some kind of phase that makes you feel the need to listen to 'The Offspring' then I'm here for you. No one should ever go through that kind of phase."
"First of all, that's Brian's album. Second of all, we were using it as a coaster for our drinks," Lane told him.
"That's a relief," Dave responded.
There was another awkward silence but this time Lane was the one to break it.
"Dave," she said, "there is something I want to talk about."
"Okay," he said.
She took a deep breath, "You know that I think you're a great guy and I will always think of you as a great guy. I mean, you put yourself up against my mother and lived to tell about it. I just think that, well, with you being gone so much and having this life away from here, I just think...I mean...I..."
"Lane, what are you trying to say?" Dave asked her.
"I'm trying to say that," she took another deep breath, "maybe we should start just being friends. "
"You're breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice raised slightly.
"I just think that it would be best for both of us?"
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Dave it's not fair to keep this relationship going when we are so far from each other. What if you met someone else? I don't want to be the thing holding you back."
"You're not holding me back, Lane. I can't believe you're saying this."
"I'm not trying to hurt you. You have to understand my point of view. Do you understand how hard the last year and a half has been for me? You're not here Dave. I'm here alone and you are off at school living your life. You can't possibly know what I'm going through." Lane was close to tears as she spoke.
"So my life's perfect, is that what you're saying?" Dave sounded upset and confused, at the same time.
"No, that's not what I'm saying."
"Is there someone else then?" he asked her.
"No, of course not."
"God, Lane. I just don't understand."
"I'm so sorry, Dave," she was now at full tears.
He looked at her for a moment. He stood up and looked away toward the road.
"I'm going to go," he told her.
"I'm sorry," she said to him, once again.
He looked at her one more time and turned away and started to walk back toward his parents' house. Lane stayed sitting on the bench and let the tears fall.