That A/N thing: Woohoo. I like this Chapter. Same disclaimer... I own the song I used in this chapter, though. Wrote it in August, and I figured it'd fit well here.
Tell me what you like, what you don't like, and what you ate for dinner tonight (Just kidding). But for the record, I had asparagus soup. It must be an asian thing. I really like it, though.
He's right. The cabin's absolutely perfect.
He parked his car, and we're somewhere between halfway and the top of the mountain. It's a beautiful sight.
"Perfect timing," he said, turning off the ignition and getting out of the car.
I probably gasped. He had the car facing the edge of the cliff the cabin was on, facing towards the city where we'd come from. It's a beautiful sight. There's trees, there's far-away lights, and there's a sun beginning to set. I see what's so special about the place.
He pulled my bags out of the back seat. "Want a tour of the actual cabin?"
"Can we just live out here?" I asked, almost in a daze. "It's just so beautiful..."
He laughed. "There might be sleeping bags in the cabin. If you really want. I mean, there's wild animals and all..."
I know my eyes went wide, because he laughed again. "Get your guitar, and I'll give you the tour."
The cabin was beautiful, made of pinewood. It had that natural forest-y smell, and a lived in touch, for a cabin he rarely used. There was a brick fireplace in the living room, plenty of comfy seats and a full-equipped kitchen. 3 bedrooms, so I had nothing to worry about there.
"Just pick a room," he said. That wasn't so hard. I went with the one with the dark blue-and-white theme.
He wanted to make us dinner, said neither of us should work on an empty stomach. But neither of us was really that hungry. I was crazy eager to get back outside and watch that sunset. This place really was inspiration.
He leads me outside and we sit on the hood of his car. I'm amazed at how lax he is about this, considering how he's normally paranoid about his Viper.
"It's a beautiful sunset."
"It is," he agreed. "And I bet you feel inspired."
I smile, a soft smile. "Being out here... is incredible."
"That's why I brought you here. Look at all of this." He waves around, at all of the freedom before us. "With an exception for this car-" I can't help but laugh. "-This is all nature. Out here, there's nothing holding you back. You've got the whole world to contain your feelings. Let them out. Open your heart."
I thought about it for a minute. "Nothing holding me back," I repeated.
"Absolutely nothing. Speak your mind, Jude. There's nothing out here but raw, heartfelt feeling."
I could tell we were having A Moment. There was a lull in the conversation, and I could swear I could hear my heartbeat. There's nothing holding you back.
I take the silence as an oppurtunity to tune my guitar. He drummed his fingers along the hood of his car, then leaned back against the windshield, hands behind his head. Eyes closed. I guessed he was trying to relax.
I tried to pretend he wasn't listening.
"Still/We never truly got to know each other/And it always, always makes me cry..."
I watched the sun; slowly creeping it's away underneath the horizon. I could see the city lights in the distance. Around here, there were no lights. I had the darkness to hide me.
I watched the shadows dance across Tommy's face. His eyes were closed, and he had a serene look on his face. I'm not sure how I feel. I just kept strumming my guitar.
"And we won't make the same mistakes again/No, we won't have to hurt this way again..."
His eyed stayed closed. I stopped to write down the lyrics, along with the chord progressions. I felt a good song coming along, something true. Tommy was right.
"I guess I could never forgive you because of myself/We're torn between expressing ourselves/And loving someone else/I've been waiting for you every day/But I know you're not awake..."
His eyes are open now, and he watches me carefully. It's hard to read his expression, so I ignore him. I watched everything else around me. The sun's last rays, the leaves rustling from the wind.
"And we won't make the same mistakes again/No, we won't have to hurt this way again..."
He sat up, leaning his weight now against his palms, flat on the smooth surface of the car. He watched me with eyes like a hawk's. I closed my own, lost in my own world.
"And still/We've been leaving things unsaid/But as long as I don't let myself remember/As long as I don't have a reminder/We won't make the same mistakes again/No, we won't have to hurt this way again."
I opened my eyes and looked right into his. His face is just inches from mine. I'm not sure what to do, so I turned away. My heartbeat rebels against the tempo of my lament. His hand reached for mine, but I quickly snatched up my notebook. "I need to write this down." I said. "Before I forget it. It's good..."
"Jude..." His voice, deep and husky, made me nervous.
"Damn, what was the last chord?" I tried to focus on my lyrics, but his eyes bore holes into my head."
He sat up fully now, and gently took my notebook out of my hands. His touch sent shivers up my spine. My pen fell out of my hand and rolled away.
Oh, no. No, no, no. Warning bells went off in my head. Bad idea, Harrison, coming here like this... now look what you've gotten into...
I didn't have much more time to think. He pulled my body towards his. Just the feel of his body heat sent my heart racing about ten times faster. And when his lips finally pressed against mine, I thought it stopped completely. I thought I gasped. I thought I ran out of air the instant our lips made contact.
No cheesy cliche could describe this feeling. His hands left my back and came around to find mine. He held them gently, as if I were so fragile his touch would break me. When we pulled apart, I was afraid to open my eyes.