6. Bully Row
The house on Golding Street that had been selected for me suited my taste quite nicely. It was a spacious, two story, beige house. There were three bedrooms, three baths, a kitchen, dining room, and living room. The backyard had a deck, with stairs leading down to a meticulously trimmed lawn, and a fountain.
I moved through the house slowly, counting the steps up to the master bedroom. I ran a bath, willingly sinking into the steaming water. When I was done I wrapped a fluffy white towel around my body, and used another to dry my hair. I was pleased to find that all of my clothes and belongings had arrived safely. I selected a short black sundress and a matching sunhat, to wear outside. I was not surprised when I heard Caine let himself in. Instead of calling out to him, I let him explore the house a bit. When he entered the kitchen he saw me sitting at the deck table and smiled.
He was still wearing the stupid yellow sweater, and white pants. His light clothing contrasted mine in everyway. He seemed to notice this. "Who's funeral are you going to?"
"No funeral. I just don't pretend to be something I'm not." I said, stretching my face up to the sun.
"You think I'm pretending? You know they say yellow is the color of confidence. I think that speaks for itself." He said, inspecting his sweater.
"Mm-hm, you're so modest too."
"Whatever, you cannot get on my nerves today. Especially since I now technically rule the FAYZ."
"There's that modesty again. Don't try to get all high and mighty with me, Caine. I'm not like Drake. You can't manipulate me into doing whatever you want."
"I'm not trying to force you into anything. I'm just going to try and convince you to succumb to your desire."
"Exactly what do I desire?" I asked, leaning forward to look in his eyes.
"Me."
"Two words Caine. Yeah. Right."
"There's no use trying to hide it D. You can't continue to deny that we are meant to be together." He said, simply. He reached for my hand, but I yanked it out of his reach.
"I'm not even going to acknowledge that last sentence. Why'd you call me D?"
"I don't know I thought it would be a cute nickname. D for Diana."
"Thank you, I had pieced that much together for myself. It's also one of the worst nicknames I have ever heard."
"Would you prefer it if I called you baby?"
"On second thought, I kind of like D." I said. Words could not describe the mortification I would feel if he walked around calling me baby.
He scooted his chair closer to mine, and rested his hand on my knee. I could see in his eyes that he longed to move it up my thigh, over my hips, and…
"Will you please stop looking at me like you are picturing me naked." I said, trying to deny that the feeling of his hand on my knee wasn't sending jolts through my body.
Caine blushed, "I wasn't-"
"She's dead," Drake said. He strode in from the kitchen, his face was expressionless.
"Who? Who's dead?"
Author's Note:
Just a little bit of suspense to end with. Though you can probably already guess what is coming next, if you're familiar with the books. I thought I would add a few hints of romance into this chapter. Believe me I'm dying to add more, but I want to stay true to the books. Also I have lent out my Gone book, so it could be a while before I post anything relating to specific scenes in Gone. Hopefully I will get it back soon!
I don't own any of the rights to Gone etc. etc. Keep up the reviews, they inspire me constantly. Let me know if you have any suggestions, plot or otherwise. Thanks!
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