A/N : Hi again people! I'll keep part two short. I just want to keep this going, angsty enough -- in time for the Season3 premier in the USA. Sorry this is soooo short. But enjoy!
You tell me things I've never known
I shown you love you've never shown
He offered to share a cab. I was silent again and this time, he was, too. The cab driver was singing to himself; that was the only sound in the vehicle. I was tapping the leather we are sitting on when Mac grabs my hand and says, "It means a lot to me, Stella, that you're happy for me. Thank you." And he doesn't let go until I had to get out of the car.
Mac was about to follow me in when I made the decision to stop him. "Mac, you don't have to. I'm a big girl. I can go in on my own this time." He nodded in understanding. "Bye, see you tomorrow." And I turned and counted the 66 steps to my 3rd floor apartment.
CSINYCSINYCSINYCSINYCSINYCSINY
Peyton and I had a fight this morning. She just blew up on me all of a sudden over a little misinterpretation and she stormed off. She even told me not to pick her up after work and forget about our dinner tonight. Now I know what Danny was talking about a week ago.
Our relationship has been going on for about a year but we haven't really displayed it – at least around the lab. That is something I am not ready for… yet.
I arrived at the lab late and a bit lost. I want to get this out of my system, off my chest. I looked around and everybody's busy – Danny's with the A/V technician clearing up videos, Lindsey's working with Sheldon on the double homicide. Well, I guess I should think this out alone; I've said it myself, I'm not ready to have the whole lab knowing what's going on with Peyton and I.
When we transferred offices/labs, I got the one in the middle of the floor, encased in clear glass. It's useful though, lots of writing space since they forgot to provide me a white board. But what I don't like about it, I don't have privacy – heck, it's not even soundproof. Danny would sometime bang on the furniture when he's frustrated. Stella has the tendency to scream when we're arguing. She'll be all over the walking space with her motor mouth and even faster wit. She'd have me quiet standing in one corner in no time.
My desk is my favorite part of this room. Specifically, the pictures on it. Claire – the love of my life. I've moved on, but my love for her would never change. I sometimes hear her laugh when I'm all alone – I know she's happy for me. Then there's Peyton. I've worked with her before and there's some chemistry between us. More so in a more intimate level. On our first date, she wanted me to take her around Ground Zero. Apart from Stella, she's the only person I have confided my feelings with. We have been together ever since. Their framed pictures sit on top on my table beside each other. The special women in my life.