Rabbit in the Headlights

Disclaimer: I've been invited for drink with my MP aren't I special lol! Ah wrong time and place again… Plaag liefde mij en hij gaf aan mij de OC...in een droom die ik vorige donderdag had.

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This is for my cat who is missing. Is it odd to give her a chapter? I don't care. I miss her and my pony more than I'd miss some people! When she gets home she is gonna be grounded. I'll yell VICTORIA EZEKIEL GO TO YOUR BASKET!

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Fortunately they were saved from an awkward moment by Rosie appearing and beckoning Sandy. He mouthed, 'Later,' at her but she wasn't taking that for an answer, her glare plainly saying 'Now, or else.'
Sandy sighed and looked apologetically at Kirsten.

'Go,' she said, 'it's fine.'

'I'm sorry. I'll be right back.'

Somehow Kirsten doubted that but she smiled anyway to mask her disappointment and watched Rosie haul Sandy roughly round the corner and out of sight. Out of sight but not out of hearing. Kirsten was surprised to find herself able to hear their conversation amidst the music and rowdy crowd. She didn't like to listen in but somehow she couldn't resist.

'Sandy,' Rosie hissed. 'What are you doing?'

'What?'

'That girl.'

'Kirsten?'

'Yes. Her.'

'What's wrong with her?'

There was the sound of a hand swiping at a head and an exclamation from Sandy.

'What was that for?'

'You're a fool Sanford Cohen. That sort of girl eats guys like you for breakfast.'

'Huh?'

'Don't play stupid. She's a class-A Sou-Cal girl; incredibly wealthy looking for a bit of fun with a bit of rough.'

'Oh please Rosie when are you gonna get over your prejudice against California girls? They aren't all like that. Kirsten certainly isn't.'

'Humph. I'm just warning you. I don't want you getting hurt.'

'Kirsten wouldn't hurt a fly.'

'Mmmhmm?'

'OK, maybe that's an exaggeration but…I played it safe before and I still got hurt didn't I?'

'And who helped you get over Rebecca? Don't make me do that again.'

'I know and I'm grateful but…I like her okay? And she doesn't appear to find me utterly repulsive so…I haven't felt like this for a…very, long, time so can you please let up on the cold-shoulder?'

'Fine but don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart all; I'll say is 'I told you so'.'

'Thanks Rosie, that's very comforting.'

The girl snorted and Kirsten could hear receding footsteps. Sandy didn't appear to have moved. She could imagine him, watching his friend walk away and debating whether to come back to her. Maybe she should just leave now, save herself the embarrassment of sitting here alone any longer.

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Kirsten was plucking up the courage to stand up and try to find her way out without tripping over an empty bottle, being puked on or accosted by someone who had smoked one bong too many when Sandy eased himself back down beside her.

'Maybe I should go,' she mumbled before he could speak.

'Why? Kirsten no, it's okay.'

'I get the impression Rosie doesn't really like me…at all.'

He sighed. 'You heard that huh?'

She nodded.

'Look it's not what you think. Rosie is a really good friend; she looks out for me.'

'And don't you think there's an underlying reason for that?'

'Because she's a friend. Honestly Kirsten, we tried but…no.'

'She has something over you though.'

Sandy ran a hand over his face. 'I didn't want to get into this but…. she's…got me through some real hard times…'

'Rebecca?'

'Yeah. She was my fiancée…something happened and she left. Just left. No hints, no note, no goodbye, just gone.' His voice was hard, even in tone, but Kirsten could see it was an effort and felt suddenly guilty for questioning him.

'Sorry, you don't have to do this,' she whispered, sliding her hand into his. He curled his fingers round it. 'It's fine. I was messed up after she left and Rosie was just, there. Admittedly our friendship began with…uh…how can say this…'

'Sympathy shag?'

He coughed, embarrassed, 'Ye-ah. But after that she knew there was something wrong and she offered her shoulder to cry on. She let me mope and then made me get on with life, told me to buck up and get my act together. Took me a while but she kept me going…I haven't dated much since…and she's just, protective I guess. Doesn't want me to get hurt.'

'That's really sweet but I'm not planning on hurting you.'

'Thanks. I'm not planning on hurting you either.'

Kirsten smiled teasingly, 'So you think I don't find you utterly repulsive huh?'

'You really were eavesdropping,' Sandy exclaimed before suddenly becoming serious. 'So do you?'

'Find you utterly repulsive? Hmm.' Kirsten put a finger to her lips and pretended to think about it. She thought about it so long Sandy began to squirm.

'Well?' He asked, edging closer.

'Mmm.'

'Hey?' he leant in so his eyes were level with her dancing ones. 'Are you gonna give me an answer or not?'

But Kirsten wasn't thinking about her answer because she had suddenly discovered how mesmerising his eyes were up close.

Sandy gently tugged her hand from her mouth. 'If you don't tell me in the next ten seconds I'm gonna take it as a no and kiss you.'

He saw the edges of her eyes crinkle in a smile two seconds before he felt her lips on his.

Definitely a no.

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