Disclaimer: (sigh) No, I still don't own The Lord of the Rings.
A/N: O. My. Sugar-coated sweetness. I am so so so sorry for not updating for so long. I've just been so busy with swimming and school and stuff. And I really miss writing this story too. I really wish I could have more time. But swimming will be over soon so don't worry.
And I don't think I will be posting replies for your stories before the chapters unless you're anonymous. It just kind of gets hard because there's too many. But I'll still be replying so don't feel unloved! And I got my first flame. Oh well. I kinda knew it would happen. I mean, even the best writer's have their critics. Anyways, on with the story!
Song for Chapter: My Favorite Accident by Motion City Soundtrack
Long-winded promises of future company
Up close the sound remains the same
Without the reign of terror over every momentary change
We are exactly as before
Chapter Nine: Confession of an Elven Heart
"Are you ready?" I called from my room. It was 8:45 and Leggy just couldn't be late on his first day of work. First impressions are everything to Mrs. Henderson.
"I can't get this thing right." He appeared in the doorway of my room looking very svelte. He was wearing black slacks with nice shoes and a light blue button up shirt. He was fumbling with the dark blue tie around his neck.
"You know, you don't have to wear this." I said, "It's only a flower shop."
"Yes, but I wanted to look…nice. And Dave said this would be good enough." If he continued to play with that tie, he would've strangled himself. And seeing as I'm a nice person, I walked over to help him.
"Well, I learned a long time ago to not listen to Dave. Most of the time I have no idea what he's saying." Well, it's true. Half the time he's talking in some weird dialect. Next, it'll be smurf.
I finally got his tie tied around his neck after a few minutes of untangling it. He looked like he was ready to go to file some papers at the office. But he really did look so cute. The only thing that kind of ruined his look was his hair. The whole long, blonde, Fabio thing looked funny. But I didn't want to cut his hair off.
"We need to do something about your hair." I said. I grabbed a hair tie from off of my dresser and pulled his hair back. It helped a little. If you looked at him face to face, it was hard to tell if he had long hair or not. "That's better. We'd better hurry or you're going to be late on your first day." We quickly ran out the door and down the street. We got there just as my watch read nine a.m.
"Just in the nick of time," Mrs. Henderson greeted us. Legolas straightened out his tie and I tried to catch my breath. Hey, you try running with all the extra baggage.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't running, but I was walking pretty fast for a pregnant woman.
Mrs. Henderson gave him a weird look and asked, "What on earth are you wearing?"
"Clothes…?" He replied and I laughed a little.
"Dave let him borrow the outfit."
"I see." Mrs. Henderson pulled out an apron from under the counter and handed it to our fine elfin friend. "You're going to need this."
Seeing that I was no longer needed, I headed for the door. Legolas grabbing my arm though stopped me.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home."
"Aren't you going to stay?" Oh no. He gave me those puppy dog eyes again. But I had to put my foot down with a firm hand this time.
"I can't. I don't work here." He looked really helpless. Aawwwww. "Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as you get off work, 'k?"
"Alright." He slowly let go of my arm and I almost didn't go. I don't know why, but I felt like a horrible person leaving him there. It was like I was abandoning a little child on the street. But I had to go or else he would be dependent on me the whole he was here and that could be forever.
As I walked down the street, I people watched. It's just something I do when I'm bored. I saw a lot of couples. They all were holding hands, making out, etc. It actually made me feel mind of jealous. And sad. At first I thought it was nice being single. But I missed the closeness I felt with Jason before he went all berserk on me. It's just nice to have someone you can open up to. I know I'll always have Kate and Dave, but I want what they have. They're perfect for each other and it gets me so frustrated sometimes.
When I got back to my apartment, the message machine was beeping. I hesitated a little before playing it, but I was relieved a little to hear my mom's voice on the other end.
"Diana? It's me. If you're still coming home for Thanksgiving, get here around three. And please, try to look nice for once."
Not exactly the sort of thing a normal mom would say. But she's not a normal mom anyway.
I sat down on the couch and flipped through a magazine. I got real bored with it real fast and threw it in the trashcan. I flipped though the channels, but there was nothing on. Not that there ever is.
I felt extremely restless. It was odd not having Legolas around. I had no one to talk to or play Chutes and Ladders with. Which may not have been a bad thing if I wasn't so bored. I decided to call Kate. Hopefully she was in the mood to talk because I certainly was.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kate." I said. I heard Dave yelling something in the background, but I couldn't make out the words.
"Dave says 'What the smurf are you calling for?'"
I think I recall that it would be smurf earlier.
"I'm bored and need to talk." Kate relayed the message and told Dave to stay out of it. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Why do you think there's something wrong?" Why is he so good at that?
"Oh please, I know you well enough to know when something's wrong. So what is it?"
"I'm bored. Legolas is off at work and I need someone to talk to."
"Oh, I get it." What? What is there to get?
"What're you talking about?"
"You miss him."
"Well yeah, It's kind of weird having the house to myself now. I've just been so used to having him around-"
"No, you miss him as in you liiiiiiiiike him." And that's when my jaw dropped and I was speechless. Was she right? I honestly wasn't sure. "He is cute. I don't blame you. Shut up Dave." She replied after he said something along the lines of 'What the hell, I'm a sexy slab of meat.'
"C'mon, I don't." I retorted.
"Yes you do. And you know it. You make it SO obvious."
"I do?"
"HA! You admitted it!"
"That was a dirty trick!" I said.
"But it was a good one." I could almost see her smiling on the other end. She's is extremely good at that. She should have been an interrogator for the CIA or something.
"Okay, fine maybe I do like him. So what? It's just a little crush. Like the ones we had in high school. You know they never work out."
"But you're not in high school anymore. You can handle yourself. You're over your hormones. I think. Anyways, this is different."
"How?"
"Well, he's actually a good guy, unlike all of your past flings."
"What difference does that make?"
"I'm not sure really, but there is one little tiny fact that you're completely missing that does make a difference."
"And that would be…?"
"He likes you too."
Oh. God.
I walked down the street to the shop. It was almost time for Legolas to get off work and I didn't want to not be there when he left. Just as the shop came into view, he stepped through the door. He looked up and down the street until he saw me. When he did, he smiled. I smiled back awkwardly. The conversation with Kate was still fresh in my mind.
"How was it?" I asked, eager to break the silence.
"It was…interesting."
"How so?"
"Well, I was sweeping up the floor for a few minutes when these girls came in the shop. They were nice. We talked and they gave me these." He reached into his pocket and gave me two small pieces of paper. The papers had numbers on them.
Phone numbers, to be exact.
"What do they mean?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said just a little too angrily. I crumpled up the papers and threw them down a storm drain. I started to walk faster, but he was too fast.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I looked straight at the ground for the rest of the walk home. He didn't say anything more. Once we got into the apartment, the message machine was beeping again. I was too busy having a mood swing to even think about who might have left that message so I just played the message.
It was Jason of course, going on about the usual crap. Just the sound of his voice made me angrier. I threw my jacket down on the couch and stomped off to my room.
Yeah, I know I'm mature.
"What is wrong with you?" Legolas asked. He actually sounded concerned too. Not that I cared. At that moment.
"Nothing," I snapped.
"Is it Jason? I promised you-"
"Why do you always think you need to take care of me!" I shouted. I was pissed.
"Why are you mad?" he asked, "I haven't done anything."
"Oh, you haven't? Then what were you going to do with those girls' phone numbers then?"
"What?"
"Don't even try to play dumb with me," I said, "You know what I'm talking about!"
"I didn't ask them to give them to me!" He shouted back. I was shocked. He never yelled before. But I wasn't about to let my shock show. I don't even know what they're for!"
"Whatever." I said. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a drink. He followed.
Now, I'm warning you, this is the part of the story where my life gets complicated. Be prepared.
"Well?" He looked at me expectantly.
"Well what?"
"What're you going to do about Jason?" I groaned. But he kept going. "You can't keep doing this to yourself! I can help you!" That was definitely the wrong thing to say.
"I don't want your help!" I practically screamed, "What is deal! Why do you always want to protect me!"
"Because." He said quite calmly.
"'Because' isn't a good reason." I said through clenched teeth. "If you've got something to-"
"Because I think I love you!"
OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD.
A/N: SORRY FOR THE CLFFIE. But I have to stop! I love you all!
