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Chapter 14: Death in Sandy Waters.


The ride to the beach was a silent one. Rachel spent the time reading a novel, and George was also stuck in his own little world. "We're here."

"I'm not going in the water," she scowled. There was a brief moment when he considered protesting, but that was something Garfield would do; not serious, tight mouthed George. 'Is this the kind of man the Rachel seriously wants.'

He tried to smile, "That's alright with me."

There was once again noiseless walking as they lumbered onto the beach. "You aren't going to force me to go into the water?"

This made him smile. It almost seemed like she wanted him topush her into the icy liquid. "Of course not; why would I do that?"

She realized something at that moment. The feelings she had been experiencing weren't for the stranger; they were for Gar. The only reason she had experienced any attraction to George at all was because of his similarities to the lottery winning grass stain. "I think we need to talk."

There was another ounce of silence. 'I think, I actually miss that string beans noisy, disruptive behavior.' "What do we need to talk about?"

"I don't think, I can date you anymore," she whispered. "I still have feelings for someone else."

Everything seemed to stand still; his jaw almost sunk to the sandy floor. Nobody had been as nice to her as George had been, but she couldn't lie to herself any longer. 'I am in love with Gar.' "What? But, I thought that out relationship was doing just fine!"

"It isn't you!" The look in his eyes had magical powers that lulled in unfortunate witnesses. "You reminded me of a person that I was pretty close too. I realize now, that I was just trying to find a replacement for him."

He whimpered, "Who's the guy?"

The more she tried to become angry at George, the more she failed. The look in his eyes at that moment, would never be erased from her mind. "His name's Garfield Logan."

"What," George asked. She was surprised that he took the information so well. In fact, he almost seemed happy about it. "The guy who won the lottery?"

Nodding softly, she tried to concentrate on the pounding of the waves in the distance. They were calming her with their soft whisper's. "Yes, do you know him?"

Soft beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. 'Why is he sweating, so damn much?' "You could say I do, kind of."

"How can you know somebody, kind of?" Even his soft eyes that could hypnotize a puppy would not save him now. "You either know them, or you don't!"

It was at that moment, she began to realize something was up. The sweat on his forehead was actually turning black, as it rolled down his pale forehead. "We're old acquaintances."

George was Garfield Logan! Everything seemed to slide into place; the fear of discussing hisbackground, the identical facial feature's, the refusal of her touch, and her instant attraction to him. The dye on his head must wash out in water, she realized. "That makes perfect sense."

"Yep," he laughed. "I met him at a party."

"I see," she smiled. "I changed my mind; why don't we go for a little swim."

"Sure!" Their was relief on his make-upped face. "I knew you would change your mind."

'I'm glad I wore my bathing suit. Drowning that putrid asshole would have been harder in regular clothes.' Though she tried not to admit it to herself, she was close to tears. She now knew how she felt about him, but he had used her for his little game. "Yeah, let's get a move on."

He cheered, "I'm ready to go!"

Her feet seemed to walk themselves over to the ocean; she wasn't aware that her body was moving. The anger was gone now, and was replaced with deep sadness. The tips of her toes touched the water, "it's cold."

With a quick splash, Garfield's body launched itself into the water. He hollered, "you should just jump in."

The hypotheses had been corrected. The black hair dye oozed off his scalp, and danced in waving pools ofdark clouds. She watched, but did not speak. After a few moments, the fact that he had been caught had not breeched his iron-thick skull. "How could you do this to me?"

"What do you mean?" Looking down, the answer swarmed at him like a bunch of angry bees. The black had left his hair completely now; their was not a trace of it left in his hair.

"I knew it," She screamed. Instead of attempting to kill the idiot like she had planned, she began to stare at his awe-struck face. "This is precisely why I hated you from the very beginning! I promised myself that I wouldn't let you get to me, but I failed! I hope you're happy now, you won your fucking game!"

"No, Rachel you don't understand!" It took him only a moment to be at her side. The girls muscular legs lengthened, as she prepared to run away. "I won't let you go again."

Her arm tensed in a attempt to wiggle herself away from him. "I don't want to be another one of your female Barbie dolls!"

"You're not Rae!" With his free arm, he softly made her eyes look onto his own. "I love you; none of this was a game."

She snorted, "That's what you want me to think! The moment after you sleep with me, you'll toss me out like old garbage."

"I would never do that to you." The tension between them seemed to cease. Onlookers stared curiously at their dispute, but they had already began to amble onward. "You're different then the rest of those girls, Rae."

"Why the hell did you play dress up with me, then?" The words sounded like a growl being yanked out of a lions rumbling throat. "If you weren't using me to entertain your dull life, then you wouldn't have attempted this dimwitted, unintelligent plan!"

"You wouldn't answer any of my calls or messages!" This time he would not give up! He would tame the mighty lion prancing before him. "I didn't have any other choice!"

"You should have told me, who you were sooner," she shrieked.

"I would have, but I loved the way you looked at me!" There was a moment of complete hush. The birds did not even squawk of musical notes. "I would do anything for you!"

"I don't know, if I can believe you." Her body still remained in his embrace, despite her words. "People have used me before."

"Please," he got to his knees. The I-can-tame-lions-look kissed his face. "Give me a chance."

She whispered, "I don't know."

"Look into my eyes, and tell me that you don't love me." Their eyes interlocked, and she was once again lost in those forest-green passageways. "Well, what do you say?"

"I guess…" It had been many years, since she stammered this way. "I love you, too."

His arms tightened around Rachel, but he was surprised to hear a soft sob exit her throat. "You won't regret this, Rae!"

He asked, "Are you crying?"

"No, of course I'm not." Even though she had managed to stop her body from shaking; there was still a trickle of warm tears on his bare chest.

The tears welled up from her eyes, and her eyebrow shook in effort; as it tried to stop the unhidden emotion from showing itself. "What's wrong?"

"There isn't anything wrong," she snapped. "Everything is freaking peachy!"

"Come on!" With a soft thud, he and Rachel sat upon the sandy ground. The soft, pale girl had once again began to shake from the cold. Everything seemed to fit into place, as he pulled her frozen body onto his lap. There was a feeling of safety within her heart that she had never experienced before. "You can tell me."

"If you laugh, then I swear to God, I'm going to eat you for dinner." A sharp nod from Gar showed that he agreed with her words. "Even when I was with my father, I had never gotten that frightened before. The thought of losing you was the most frightening thing I have ever experienced."

"Trust me, I'm not laughing laugh."


Authors Note:

There is probably going to be a lemon next chapter! (;

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