Lunch Plans
The soft flow of Celtic music was playing in the background as Greg tried to create a lunch for a queen. Though his talent left much to be desired, a pan of mac'n'cheese and a pot of Blue Hawaiian coffee would suffice. The table is set, music playing, and a clean... SHIT! My living room is a mess. Greg made a hurried effort to organize the random books, movies and music discs that were all over the coffee table and couch. I have half an hour until she gets here. Greg went and put on a fresh shirt and deodorant.
The clock in Greg's room tolled one. He ran to finish the cleaning he had to do. Greg heard the bell ring, he ran to the door. "Greg. You… look amazing, even better than our last day of school." A sudden rush of blood to her cheeks let Greg know something was up. He pulled her in to the apartment. "Wow, you live here?" She questioned. "I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time." Kate leaned in close to Greg.
FB: It was the last day of their senior year. Greg was walking Kate Rodriquez to her car. As they walked, Greg stopped her and took her into a long passionate hug. She pulled away muttering how she would miss everything about him. Saying her final good bye, Greg only could stand there and cry, he had just lost his best friend and the love of his life. All he could remember for all his days after she left was her voice. Her voice was that of an angel. It was this that brought him to tears when she spoke to him, for it triggered many a sad memory.
"Greg, are you okay? Are you crying?" Kate said as she touched his cheek turning his face toward her. "What's the matter?"
"Kate," He sighed as he went to grab her a cup of coffee, "Lunch is almost ready. Want some mac'n'cheese?" Both of them laughed as they walked into the small kitchen. Greg was bold and rested his hand on her waist. Nothing had changed about Kate; her waist length blond hair, sea blue eyes, her petite figure and her porcelain doll complexion but with a rose red tint to her lips and cheeks. She was like a living doll. Greg pulled a chair out for her, then went to get the coffee and mac'n'cheese.
"What have you been doing with your life Greg?" Kate questioned him between sips of the Blue Hawaiian.
With a sigh Greg began to tell her that he was currently in DNA analysis but would like to a field CSI. Kate looked at him in wonder. "That's why I am here. I have my interview for dayshift tomorrow." She laughed at Greg's expression.
"Conrad is a total jerk; he wanted to fire my friend Sara for having a small problem with authority. He wouldn't treat you well enough." He scoffed, "You should really have an interview with my boss and work nights. Gill is a great leader even thought he can be a pain in the ass when it comes to getting his lab results. You would love everyone on nights." Greg smiled
Ooh what a dreamy smile, voice and he smells yummy. Kate looked at the macaroni and took a satisfied bite. "Well," she said after she swallowed the pasta, "I might not get days. It's a joint shift interview. I hope I get days, so I can experience a night life. I didn't have one working as a flutist in the local orchestra. So I went back to school and graduated top of my class." Kate smiled happily, "I love Celtic music." She said as she began moving to the sounds of harps and flutes.
She can dance around me or on me anytime. Greg thought. No, I did not just. Kate is my best friend. But she is excessively beautiful. Greg joined her, grabbing her hands and pulling her close. They danced slowly to the song "To a Wild Rose". At the end of the song, Greg tried to resist the urge inside him. He held her close but not tight, she didn't pull away. That's a good sign. "Please, don't leave again." He whispered as he kissed her cheek.
"I must leave now Greg, but I will see you tomorrow hopefully. Maybe coffee after my interview is over?" Her eyes were full of a longing mixed with sorrow. Greg felt tears well up in his eyes again. "Oh and Greg, don't hold back anything. We aren't teenagers anymore, next time my place?" Greg smiled and kept the tears away.