Thanks to those of you who reviewed, I appreciate it very much.
I have no idea where this story is going; if any of you have any ideas feel free to let me know.
Oh yeah I've decided to put thoughts in Italic just so it's easier to read.
Disclaimer: You know the drill and I still don't own the DVD.
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Zoë had the feeling that someone was watching her she glanced around trying to find whoever it was as she looked towards the biology bookcase in the library she noticed a head duck down. Frowning she turned back to her Art History text book trying to concentrate on the life and works Rembrandt 'Who seriously cares about what the old guy did, I am so not in the mood for this today.' Still getting the feeling she was being watched Zoë got up from her chair and wandered towards the Art History bookcase and did a quick duck behind Autobiographies until she was creeping down the biology aisle. There were a few people in the aisle but only one she knew with brown hair and baggy clothes who would be hiding behind the bookcases spying on her.
"Seth Plummer, what do you think your doing?" Zoë demanded hands on her hips, nostrils flaring in annoyance.
Seth spun around in fright, a look of discomfit on his face "Zoë, um, Hey, um, How ya doin?" Looking very interested in the carpet pattern Seth stumbled his way through Zoë' questioning. "Seth, what's going on?"
"Well I'm like you know studying and stuff."
"On the library floor behind a shelf." Zoë quizzed watching Seth's face carefully.
"Yeah it's quiet down here." Seth replied with a cheeky grin, praying the questioning was over and concentrating his gaze over her shoulder so he could avoid direct eye contact.
"Uh huh, Seth you don't take biology." Zoë wonder when he was eventually going to blurt out the truth. Looking uncomfortable and trying to figure out an escape route Seth took a deep breath.
"I know, I was studying for my math exam."
"Alright Seth, What's the deal? You were studying for a math test in the biology section on the floor." Zoë speculated how long he would keep this up for.
"Yep, that's about it." Seth nodded "Well, guess I'll be seein ya." Before he could move a body muscle Zoë blocked his path "Seth Plummer, you tell me right now why you were spying on me."
"Spying? I was not spying. I have better things to do with my time then spy on you." Seth tried to look affronted and failed miserably.
"Seth." Zoë warned glaring at him with her best pissed off Mum look.
"Gees, Alright. I was looking at you." Seth muttered.
"So you were spying."
"NO! I was looking." Seth replied
"Spying, looking same thing. WHY?"
"Well, you've been a bit of a space cadet lately and Lulu and I wanted to know why, and we thought if one of us-"
"Meaning you." Zoë interrupted.
"Anyway, if one of us could find out the reason. Maybe we could fix it!" Finished Seth triumphantly. Zoë was dumfounded here she was thinking she had been hiding her preoccupation with Shane. And Seth and Lulu had noticed and wanted to fix it, she felt like crying at least they didn't know she was thinking about Shane. She was meant to be looking after them not the other way round. Seth noticed the look on her face and cleared his throat "So, Everything good in your world then?" not waiting for an answer Seth ploughed on "Cos, if so then Lulu and I need to initiate project cheer up Shane, Cos well no offence but you two have been seriously weird lately." And with that parting statement Seth sauntered out the library doors.
"Deep breath Zoë, Deep breath. You can do this, you were a girl scout." Zoë looked at her reflection and decided it was now or never to talk to Shane. The last time they actually exchanged more than two words was the morning she yelled at him for entering her room, two weeks and 2 days ago. Breathing in deeply and releasing for the last time she descended the stairs in search of the Navy SEAL.
The Navy SEAL in question was baking. Shane looked down in disgust 'What type of Navy SEAL wears a frilly apron?' Shaking his head he thought of his fellow Navy SEALS and what they would make of him now, laugh their Asses off most likely.
Hearing the shrill beeping of the oven timer Shane grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the finished cookies out of the oven. 'An oven mitt? I'm reduced to using an oven mitt. I've hunted people down, been in war torn countries and I'm now wearing a frilly apron and using an oven mitt. My life couldn't get any better at this moment.'
Shane looked up to see Zoë staring at him from the doorway trying not to giggle. 'Perfect, just perfect.' Setting the cookies down on the kitchen island Shane quickly got rid of the oven mitt. Zoë wandered over to the bench and sat down on a stool. Neither had said a word, the only sounds in the kitchen were that of their breathing and the whirring of the oven fan. All of Shane's perfectly prepared speeches flew from his head he couldn't gather a thought; he was too busy mesmerizing every aspect of her face filing it away for later. The curve of her cheek where her hand was propped, they way she was nibbling her lower lip in concentration and not realizing it was a gigantic turn on, same for the hollow of her throat the skin beckoned to be kissed. Shane schooled his thoughts realizing he had got lost on the path of desire.
'Think Shane, Think.' He commanded himself, his thoughts still not flowing through the proper channels.
Zoë meanwhile was staring at the top of the bench contemplating whether she should tell him that about what Seth had said, or apologize for being childish. The tension in the air was thickening with every breath that they took and the silence stretched ahead of them like the Gobi Desert.
"Obviously we need to talk."
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Sorry Guys, I haven't decided exactly what the outcome of their conversation is going to be yet, so I have to leave it there. If you have any ideas let me know..
Well, I'll update soon…..