Thank you for the reviews they are always appreciated. However, you're
still going to have to guess who the couple in question are! All will be
revealed in later chapters (but by then I bet you any money you'll know who
the characters are!) But for now it's up to you! This chapter is from his
point of view.
Chapter 2 . Just my imagination.
It's boring in the lab and Greg's got that god-awful music on again. Whatever attracts him to that screaming and banging racquet is something that needs help, the kind of help from men wearing white coats. The other day he'd blown up a latex glove and stuck it on his head. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seriously was that disturbing.
My usual radio station that I listen to is being as stubborn as my mother today and refuses to acknowledge a signal no matter what position I put the aerial in. So I have to settle for this modern day crap music until I finally hit upon a station that caters for my needs. And so what if that station is some form of 'golden oldies' type of thing. They had the last gasps of 'I've got you under my skin,' from blue eyes himself just now.
She just passed by. I can't help but hold my breath when I see her. It's just the way she's so graceful, she doesn't just walk she glides. Her voice is such a haunting (in a good way obviously) symphony of highs and lows that I just can't get enough of it. I laugh when I hear the radio broadcasters planned next song.
"Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by."
Too right I do.
"I say to myself your such a lucky guy."
Well I would but .
"To have a girl like her."
I wish.
"Is truly a dream come true,"
Don't I know it?
"Out of all the fellow's in the world she belongs to me. But it was just my imagination. running away with me. it was just my imagination. running away with me.."
Like it seems to do all the time nowadays. My imagination is a constant movie like dream that only rests when I'm stuck on a case. My concentration span is abysmal. She's passing by again. And impulsively I grab her and spin her around and whisk her down near to the floor before lifting her once again, mouthing the words to the song exaggerating them until she can't contain her laughter any more. By god I love that laugh. And that smile. She just positively glows when she smiles and it's infectious. I'm smiling inanely like a complete idiot. If I don't stop grinning soon she'll phone up the mental institute and have me committed. She'll actually think Sanders is saner than I am and that surely isn't a good thing.
The song has ended and I release her spinning her out so the she still clings onto my hand. Pure electricity goes through my veins making me feel static, if I touched a light bulb I'm sure it'd light up. I bow my head and say 'Thank you my lady for the dance,' and she smiles once more at me before shaking her head and walking down the corridor.
She doesn't know she looks just as good from the back. That woman is fine. and that is chauvinistic. Damnit. I honestly can't help it she makes me get hot under the collar just thinking about her. By the way she's shaking her head and laughing as she's walking away however I start to feel inadequate. Like a prize plonker who's just won the blue ribbon. Great she thinks I'm a loon.
Well I guess there's got to be upsides. or not.
She knows I exist and she does flirt with me but I know she'd never feel the same way as I feel about her. She's too classy, too sophisticated. She'd never see anything in a guy like me.
Shrugging the pessimism off I turn the radio volume down and start humming that tune to myself. That's going to keep me happy for days. I feel like a little boy who just got a Harley for Christmas, yes indeed I feel that good. And I even know the lyrics, which is pretty good considering I've only ever heard the song a couple of times. It's her. She brings out the best in me. She makes me happy. I could smile incessantly and never get an ache in my jaw. Ok maybe that's an exaggeration but it's not my fault. I sing louder feeling confident in my voice.
"Nice voice you got there,"
I physically jumped. Either that or I had the rabbit-stuck-in-headlights kind of expression. I didn't even hear her coming. And now she was paying me a compliment. Nice one.
"Well thanks."
"No need, Greg told me before I heard you. He says you like crap music though." She smirked and then broke out into a full smile again.
Man I want her. I'm even tempted to ask her out right here and now but I know what she'd say. I stay quiet I don't know what to say, being tongue tied is so not the situation I want to be in right now.
"Hey how'd you fancy a coffee after shift?" She asks.
I'm dumbstruck. Is she asking me out on a date?
"Umm yeah sure, love to."
"Good good that's the response I wanted to hear. I'll meet you in the foyer at the end of shift. Don't keep me waiting." She winks at me and wanders off turning her back on me, which is probably a good thing because my mouth is hanging wide open and drool and tonsils never really turn women on.
It sounds strange I know but I pinch myself to check I'm alive and not actually hallucinating after too many chemical fumes. No it's true, I'm alive and kicking and not dreaming.
Good lord what am I going to wear?!
Please R&R. I hope you found the chapter both sweet and amusing. I love to hear from you all so thank you for taking your time to read my story. Next chapter hopefully coming very soon! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
Chapter 2 . Just my imagination.
It's boring in the lab and Greg's got that god-awful music on again. Whatever attracts him to that screaming and banging racquet is something that needs help, the kind of help from men wearing white coats. The other day he'd blown up a latex glove and stuck it on his head. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seriously was that disturbing.
My usual radio station that I listen to is being as stubborn as my mother today and refuses to acknowledge a signal no matter what position I put the aerial in. So I have to settle for this modern day crap music until I finally hit upon a station that caters for my needs. And so what if that station is some form of 'golden oldies' type of thing. They had the last gasps of 'I've got you under my skin,' from blue eyes himself just now.
She just passed by. I can't help but hold my breath when I see her. It's just the way she's so graceful, she doesn't just walk she glides. Her voice is such a haunting (in a good way obviously) symphony of highs and lows that I just can't get enough of it. I laugh when I hear the radio broadcasters planned next song.
"Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by."
Too right I do.
"I say to myself your such a lucky guy."
Well I would but .
"To have a girl like her."
I wish.
"Is truly a dream come true,"
Don't I know it?
"Out of all the fellow's in the world she belongs to me. But it was just my imagination. running away with me. it was just my imagination. running away with me.."
Like it seems to do all the time nowadays. My imagination is a constant movie like dream that only rests when I'm stuck on a case. My concentration span is abysmal. She's passing by again. And impulsively I grab her and spin her around and whisk her down near to the floor before lifting her once again, mouthing the words to the song exaggerating them until she can't contain her laughter any more. By god I love that laugh. And that smile. She just positively glows when she smiles and it's infectious. I'm smiling inanely like a complete idiot. If I don't stop grinning soon she'll phone up the mental institute and have me committed. She'll actually think Sanders is saner than I am and that surely isn't a good thing.
The song has ended and I release her spinning her out so the she still clings onto my hand. Pure electricity goes through my veins making me feel static, if I touched a light bulb I'm sure it'd light up. I bow my head and say 'Thank you my lady for the dance,' and she smiles once more at me before shaking her head and walking down the corridor.
She doesn't know she looks just as good from the back. That woman is fine. and that is chauvinistic. Damnit. I honestly can't help it she makes me get hot under the collar just thinking about her. By the way she's shaking her head and laughing as she's walking away however I start to feel inadequate. Like a prize plonker who's just won the blue ribbon. Great she thinks I'm a loon.
Well I guess there's got to be upsides. or not.
She knows I exist and she does flirt with me but I know she'd never feel the same way as I feel about her. She's too classy, too sophisticated. She'd never see anything in a guy like me.
Shrugging the pessimism off I turn the radio volume down and start humming that tune to myself. That's going to keep me happy for days. I feel like a little boy who just got a Harley for Christmas, yes indeed I feel that good. And I even know the lyrics, which is pretty good considering I've only ever heard the song a couple of times. It's her. She brings out the best in me. She makes me happy. I could smile incessantly and never get an ache in my jaw. Ok maybe that's an exaggeration but it's not my fault. I sing louder feeling confident in my voice.
"Nice voice you got there,"
I physically jumped. Either that or I had the rabbit-stuck-in-headlights kind of expression. I didn't even hear her coming. And now she was paying me a compliment. Nice one.
"Well thanks."
"No need, Greg told me before I heard you. He says you like crap music though." She smirked and then broke out into a full smile again.
Man I want her. I'm even tempted to ask her out right here and now but I know what she'd say. I stay quiet I don't know what to say, being tongue tied is so not the situation I want to be in right now.
"Hey how'd you fancy a coffee after shift?" She asks.
I'm dumbstruck. Is she asking me out on a date?
"Umm yeah sure, love to."
"Good good that's the response I wanted to hear. I'll meet you in the foyer at the end of shift. Don't keep me waiting." She winks at me and wanders off turning her back on me, which is probably a good thing because my mouth is hanging wide open and drool and tonsils never really turn women on.
It sounds strange I know but I pinch myself to check I'm alive and not actually hallucinating after too many chemical fumes. No it's true, I'm alive and kicking and not dreaming.
Good lord what am I going to wear?!
Please R&R. I hope you found the chapter both sweet and amusing. I love to hear from you all so thank you for taking your time to read my story. Next chapter hopefully coming very soon! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX