Hey guys! Another update *whoop whoop*. I'm actually surprised I got it done, this week sucked. Actually, if it wasn't for my snow day there would be no new chapter. Yikes!( So leave me reviews to make me feel better!)
Anyways here she is, lovely isn't it?…well you'll find out. I worked really hard so please review.
Now on to the chapter:
No headache! Thank the lord.
Willow was stretching in her bed and was evaluating the oncoming day. She rolled out of bed and was kneeling on the floor when she took in her surroundings. eh, definitely need to clean. She stood up and heard her phone beep. After flinging crap out of the way for 5 minutes she finally unearthed her phone.
Lorraine had called and she wanted to go shopping.Willow messaged her back saying shed love to go, but might have to leave early. I hate shopping. According to Lorraine, she would drive over to her house and Willow could follow her. She went down stairs to get some breakfast. Too bad all there was in the breakfast department of their fridge was a couple eggs, and her search in the pantry had produced half a box of corn flakes and an open package of pop tarts. Yum. Willow settled for the corn flakes and went back upstairs to clean her room.
Headphones in place, vacuum in hand and a heavy heart left Willow with a lot of soul searching. I should never leave myself alone with my thoughts. of course she had been avoiding to whole Sam subject, but now it was really bothering her. She had made it clear that she just wanted to be friends, didn't I? Yet he insists on flirting and teasing and..*gulp*..kissing me. how can we ever be just friends when he makes it so difficult. The worst part was, she knew she would end up hurting him. Her little interaction with Cohen yesterday had reminded her how badly she wanted him. it's impossible to avoid it. she was starting to become depressed about the whole situation. It's your typical guy-likes-girl, girl-avoids-guy, girl-secretly-likes-guy scenario. And Willow was so totally screwed. The ache she felt in her stomach whenever she thought about Cohen was painful.
He was like air, the longer she went with out him, the more she needed him. what the hell! I don't even know him. lies. and how did this go from Sam to Cohen? Dammit. even more proof. Forget it. Willow threw down the Vacuum and went to take a shower. I'm done with this bull, besides Lorraine is gonna be here in an hour!
As Willow was rinsing out her hair her breath caught, everything went black. And she fell. Water cascaded down her back, but she was no longer aware of her body. She saw phone ringing. A shaky hand reaching for it. 'yes' the young male voice asked, afraid. 'you are running out of time' was the eerie, monotonous reply. The young man spoke again, 'I- I can't…d-d-d-do it. I-can't' his head fell. 'how unfortunate.' the other voice said. a knock on the door shook her back into herself.
"Willow! Other people need to bathe!" it's just Grace. Willow turned off the shower and stood.
"I- I'll be out in a sec." Willow's voice was trembling.
"are you ok?" she could hear Grace turning the knob.
"yea, don't come in. ill be out in a minute." her voice was faint. Willow wrapped a towel around herself and she heard Grace walk away slowly. She sank down on the toilet as silent tears trailed down her still wet cheeks. what is happening to me?
Willow stared down at her hands in disgust. She hoped what she had seen wasn't real, but she knew in her gut it was. that poor boy sounded so desperate. Willow was shaken, but she knew she couldn't dwell on it. It would drive her insane. All the crazy things happening to her were really starting to scare her. This was serious.
As she stood up to exit the bathroom she heard Grace yell, "Willow someone's here for you. Loretta maybe?" shit, how long was I … out?
"ill be right down." so much for no headache.
Thank God my hair is short.
Willow had been scurrying to get ready. Braided back bangs, jeans, a tie-dye hoodie and a quick application of mascara later she was grabbing her stuff and heading down the stairs for the second time today. "took you long enough." Lorraine got up from the couch, laughing to herself.
"yea, sorry. I took longer in the shower than I thought." Willow offered a smile. They stood there for a second.
"well we're not getting any younger. Let's go." Lorraine turned towards the door.
"yea, gimme a second. I'm gonna say good bye to my dad." Willow went to his study. "hey, dad I'm going out with my friend Lorraine for a few hours. I'll be safe and make the right decisions." her father was turned around in his chair. She could only see the back of his head. He was staring at a picture of her mom.
A grunt was his only reply. Willow swallowed, "Dad, Lorraine is a girl from the volleyball team, I think I might go out for the team." her father dropped his head into his hands. She slowly stepped out of the room, "bye dad, I- love you." after the study door closed Willow stood there in silence. She heard a horn honk, and she moved to the front door. As she closed the front door behind her she shot one long glance back towards her dad's study. Her heart was sad, but Lorraine was waiting. "sorry" she whispered as she closed the door and hopped into her car. Then they were gone.
"do I look fat?"
"Lorraine," Willow was exasperated, she sighed for the 100th time, "no, you look fine. And before you ask I am absolutely sure." Lorraine turned pink.
"sorry, I just don't want to waste my money on something that looks like poopie." that's another thing. Besides her low self esteem, and thrifty spending, Lorraine does not cuss at all. "don't give me that look, missy. Yes I just said poopie, get over it." Willow rolled her eyes. Saying 'poopie' was actually more disgusting than swearing, but whatever. it's just a pain in the ass to have to watch my mouth so much.
"are we gonna be doing this much longer?" they had already hit 4 stores and had been shopping for almost 5 hours. With only a small break for lunch, they had hit the stores again after that. Willow had finished her shopping at the first store. She had found a pair of jeans that fit her. Which was rare. And bought 5 different pairs in that style. Lorraine on the other hand…"not that I mind. Although I do think you have a winner there." that earned her a hard look, this girl is killing me.
"if you don't want to be here you can leave." she emphasized by pointing to the door. "and don't let it hit you in your bubble butt on the way out!" she even stomped her foot.
"you are really bad at faking mad" Willow said completely emotionless trying to hide her laughter and sound bored.
Lorraine sighed. "yeeaaa, I know." her pouty face is so cute! "I'm gonna get these, so we can leave. Just wait for me to get dressed." FINALLY! Willow didn't want to abandon her friend but she would if she had to. 5 minutes longer and I might have had to.
They were walking down the strip back to their cars when the sky erupted with a torrential down pour. Lorraine steered them into the nearest store. "Wow, what are the odds of that?" Willow was shaking her hair and wiping her feet when she noticed that Lorraine had frozen next to her. "Earth to Lorraine, yoo hoo!" she was waving her hand in front of her friends face when a chuckle behind her made her jump.
She spun around, startled, with a little yelp, "Dammit!"
"surprised?" Willow looked like she could kill him. And he felt…well, he certainly didn't want to kill her.
"more like disgusted." ouch. Baby, why do you play so hard to get? Willow suddenly stood up straighter. "What did you just say?" Cohen was so confused. He hadn't said anything. "Hard to get? I am not playing hard to get. I'm playing you CANT get!" Cohen took a step back.
"I- didn't SAY anything." Cohen had taken a step back. Willow was zoning trying to figure things out. He tried to get her attention. Willow… her head snapped up immediately, like he had spoken to her. Instantaneously he erected walls around his mind. HOLY SHIT, she can read minds!
Now when he looked at Willow she was messaging her temples. He took a step closer. He felt the fierce need to protect her, make everything ok. But the only thing she ever seemed to want from him was distance. An idea flashed in Cohen's mind. Slowly he let the walls in his mind slip.
Willow…she looked up…why do you keep running from me? Just let me in .The intimacy of mind reading looked like it was wearing her down.Tears were starting to well in her eyes. And she took a step towards him, entering his embrace. She smelled like lavender and rain. Purely intoxicating. How can you expect me to just let you go?
This thought brought on a whole new round of tears. Maybe she's finally tired of running. He realized he hadn't blocked his mind, but if she had heard that she had only moved closer to him. The Hug was passionate, but at a strictly modest level. Nothing like a repeat of last time.
I wish this would last forever. But instead of a positive response Willow stiffened. Pulling out of the embrace she wiped her eyes and straightened her jacket. She turned around looking for Lorraine, but when she didn't she her she left with out another sound. oh no you don't. if you're running, I'm chasing! he knew he couldn't bear to let her run, again.
It was raining cats and dogs outside. this helped when I wanted her in the store, but now it's just a pain in the ass. when he caught up to Willow she was hunched over, backside pressed against the driver's side door of her car. He stopped almost to scared to go over. just do it. he slowly sauntered over. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder.
Her head snapped up and she tried to back away, but only ended up pressing herself against the car. Cohen stepped forward hesitantly, placing his hands on either side of her. Relax. her tense stance seemed to loosen. Slowly he lowered his head to her ear.
" I know you run, because you're afraid." she gasped, but he continued. " you cant run forever, and when you finally realize that you're running in the wrong direction ill be here waiting." she nodded, "but I can't wait forever." that's a damn lie. her body slumped, she was obviously too absorbed in his words to hear his thoughts. He pulled back his head and she was looking expectantly at his lips. Cohen traced the inside of his bottom lip with his tongue and leaned in. Willow's head was tilted up and her eyes were closed. It would be so easy to kiss her, but it's not right to take advantage of her . He took a deep breath and whispered against her lips, "Not while you're upset. When the time's right you'll be the one kissing me." he turned and he knew he would be gone before she could even open her eyes.
Right before he ducked back into the store he heard a someone yell, "ASS". A smile stretched across his face. It soon feel though, once he was back in the quiet store. His thoughts consumed him. Now, she can read minds? Cohen was shocked, for sure. He knew that if she though he had been talking out loud she couldn't read anyone else's thoughts. oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… Cohen was bent over his knees practically hyperventilating.
We really must be soul mates.
Could it be? SOULMATES? That's for all you Cohen lovers out there, more action. Kinda. So, is Willow pissed or what? wouldn't you be? I love how they tease each other!
But, it seems on top of things Willow's vision-thingies are getting worse, what will happen? What do you want to happen in this story. Please leave me some reader lovin'.
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