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Ten Year Reunion
Chapter Three
Returning to Chippewa
1992- August 12th
Lindsay was seated in the back of her parent's car. They had just picked her up from the airport and were driving back to their house. The radio was blaring softly in the background as her mother kept on appearing back at her and smiling. Mrs. Weir always enjoyed having her little girl come home. Especially now since she lived so far away. She had always known that Lindsay would be her one child that went off into the world, where Sam would stay closer to home. But it still pained her, every time she would leave after her visit was over. She knew her daughter was living out her dreams but hoped she would settle down soon and start a family like her brother had.
"I made your favourites tonight Lindsay," spoke Jean Weir as she smiled at her daughter.
"Great Mom! I'm starving," replied Lindsay, smiling back at her mom, "I haven't eaten all day!"
"I know things are different in LA Lindsay with the pressure's of Hollywood to stay skinny but you shouldn't starve yourself. It's not healthy," explained Jean with concern and worry in her voice.
Lindsay couldn't help but laugh at her mother's concern. This wasn't the first time Jean Weir was bringing up the pressures of Hollywood with her. When she talked weekly with her mom, she was always reading her some fact from a magazine or newspaper about how women in society now are feeling pressured more then ever to look a certain way due to the media. "Mom, I'm not starving myself. I ate a little on the plane but I hate airplane food," stated Lindsay towards her mother, reassuring her she wasn't feeling the pressures of Hollywood or anything like that.
"Oh!" stated Jean Weir, "Good! I knew my little girl was smarter than that! Plus you look beautiful the way you are!" she smiled broadly at her daughter before turning back to face the front. She then addressed her husband, Harold on something the radio had just said.
As her parents continued to talk about what the radio broadcaster had just spoke about, Lindsay leaned back against her seat and turned her attention out the window, onto the landscape of her childhood home. It was true. She did find that she had to look a certain way, especially in the music industry where she found her self surrounded more and more with young upcoming stars, who seemed to be getting more beautiful and skinner as she grew older. She had always been one to go against the crowd and to do what she wanted and to eat what she wanted. She had never cared about her weight really. She had always been blessed with a fast metabolism. So she never gave much thought to her weight. She had always been on the smaller side. But she had been noticing a slight tightness of her jeans lately. However, she wouldn't dare to tell her mother how she thought she needed to lose a few pounds.
Lindsay must of dozed off for a few moments for the next thing she knew they were pulling up into the driveway of the house.
"We're home!" cried Harold Weir as he stopped the car and looked from his wife to his daughter and back.
The three members of the Weir family then got out of the car one by one. As Harold got Lindsay's suitcase from the trunk, she followed her mother into the house. She couldn't help but smile as she took in the familiar layout of the living room. Over the past ten years since she had lived there, the house hadn't changed very much except for a new TV and a new paint job on the walls. The furniture and the lay out of the room had stayed the same. The whole house was the same. This was one of the things that Lindsay loved the most about her parents. They weren't creatures of change and the dramatic. They liked their routine and their things. Her mother thought it was a big deal when they had gotten a microwave.
"Lindsay, take a seat," spoke her mother gesturing to the couch, "I'm going to start dinner. Do you want a drink or a snack?" she asked from the kitchen, like she had just come home from school.
"No, I'm fine thanks," replied Lindsay, smiling at her mother as she disappeared into the kitchen once again. It was just passed 5 in the afternoon and Lindsay was surprisingly full of energy, considering she had been up since 3 in the morning. Her flight had only been about four and 1/2 hours. But she had found it difficult to sleep the night before.
"Dad let me help you!" cried Lindsay rushing to her father's aid who was struggling it seemed with her suitcase.
"Lindsay, I'm fine!" spoke Harold, reassuring his daughter as he placed her suitcase down and shut the front door behind him. Yes he was nearing his sixtieth birthday but he was still pretty fit he thought.
"Okay, " replied Lindsay at her father. The two of them where silent for a second before Harold asked where Jean was.
"She in the kitchen, getting dinner ready," replied Lindsay looking up at her father. Her brown eyes studied his face. He hadn't seemed to aged much in the last ten years. Yes there was a little less hair on his balding head and a few more wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. But other then that, it was the same familiar face of her childhood.
"I'm going to get a beer, do you want anything?" asked her father towards her as he made his way towards the kitchen.
"No, I'm fine," replied Lindsay, smiling at her father, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen. She looked down at her suitcase. She thought about putting it in her bedroom and unpacking before dinner was ready. But decided not too. She left it by the front door as she walked back into the living room. She walked towards the bookshelf where there was photograph after photograph of the family through the years. There was baby pictures of her and Sam. Then all their school photos up to their graduation pictures from college. There was then a few group shots of all the them together mixed in from family vacations over the years.
One photo stood out to Lindsay from all the rest. Walking towards it, she picked it off the shelf and looked at it more closely. She couldn't help but smile as she studied the familiar faces in it. She remembered the day it was taken like it was yesterday. She remembered the sun beating down on them as they stood staring in the camera. It had been a happy day for all of them, they had just graduated high school. She had a copy of the photograph back at her place in LA. It sat right next to the photo of her nephew. She wanted it on display for everyone to see the most important people in her life. It had been through all her dorm rooms in University and then her numerous apartments over the years. It always seemed to found a place where ever she was.
Placing the photograph of her friends back onto the shelf, she then turned to the newer additions. A few she had seen the last time she had visited but there were new ones as well. There were a few of her brother's wedding from over a year ago. One of Sam and his bride, Molly. Another of the whole wedding party and one of just the four of them. Next were of the baby, her nephew Matthew. He was the centre of attention in the family at the moment. He would almost be an year and Lindsay had only seen him once really, when she had been here at Christmas. Of course her brother sent her pictures all the time of the little guy but it wasn't the same.
"That one was just taken last week," commented Harold as he returned back into the living room and took a seat in his chair. He was gesturing to the photo that Lindsay now had in her hands. It was of Matthew smiling up at the camera from a swing.
"He is so big now," commented Lindsay as she admired the sweet face staring back at her from the frame.
"Well you will get to see him soon enough," explained Harold to his daughter.
"I hope so," replied Lindsay as she placed the photo back onto the shelf and turned towards her father.
"Sam is coming by for dinner on Sunday, so you will see the little guy then," continued her father as he took a sip of his drink.
"Yeah," replied Lindsay as she took a seat on the couch. Father and daughter then made small talk until dinner was ready. Lindsay had a good relationship with her father but still found it awkward sometimes to talk to him when it was just the two of them. They talked about the store and her job at the record company.
xxx
"So Lindsay, tell us about Bob?" asked Jean Weir as she passed the rolls to her daughter. They were now seated at the table for dinner.
"What about him?" asked Lindsay as she took the basket of rolls and placed one on the side of her plate as she then passed the basket to her father, who was seated on her right hand side. It felt like nothing had changed.
"Well, you haven't told us much about him," continued on Jean as she smiled at her daughter, "What is he like? What does he do?"
"I dunno," shrugged Lindsay, "Bob is Bob!" She knew she wasn't giving her parents much to go on but to be honest, she didn't know how to describe Bob. She liked him and they had fun together. But she didn't really think they knew each other. "He works as an actor and is part owner of the record label," added Lindsay, knowing her mother would want a little more from her.
Lindsay's answer seemed to satisfy her mother as she smiled at her before changing the topic onto Sam. She was glad for the change as she ate her dinner and nodding her head in approval as Jean went onto explain how Sam's job was going.
After the Weir family had finished their dinner, Lindsay helped her mom clear the plates as her dad went into the living room to watch the evening news. Lindsay couldn't help but think once again how she had gone back to the year 1981 as she stood against the kitchen counter, watching as her mom loaded their new dishwasher. Except for the dishwasher and the microwave, everything was the same as it had been ten years ago as Jean sang to herself and the noise of the television could be heard in the background. The only thing that was missing was the laughter of Sam and his friends, coming from his room. Or the house phone ringing, it being Kim, asking if she wanted to hang out...
And just then the loud ringing of the phone that hung against the kitchen wall broke Lindsay from her thoughts. A startled look came across her face as she looked from the phone to her mother and back. Was she dreaming it or was the phone really going off?
"Lindsay dear," spoke her mother softly to her, "Can you get that?" she asked as she had her hands full at the moment.
Lindsay just stared at her mother for a second before nodding her head and quickly walking over to were the phone was hung. Reaching out for the reciever, she brought the phone to her ear, "Weir residence!" she spoke, her voice loud and clear as she had been first taught to do so at the age of four.
"Mrs. Weir?" asked a familiar voice on the other line, "LINDSAY!"
A huge grin spread across Lindsay's face at this, "Hi Kim!" she spoke, laughing slightly into the phone. A wave of deja vu coming over her. Lindsay couldn't count how many times she had stood at this very spot, talking to Kim.
"I thought you were going to call when you got home! Oh My GOD! I am so coming over there right now and picking you up! I need to see YOU!" cried Kim excitably on the other line.
Lindsay couldn't help but laugh at this. "Let me ask first, okay?" she spoke before covering the mouth piece with her hand before looking over at her mother. Lindsay was a grown woman and knew she probably didn't need to ask permission to go out but she was still under her parents' roof and knew it was better just to ask.
"Hey Mom, It's Kim!" she spoke holding up the phone, "Can I go hang out for a bit?"
Jean smiled at her daughter. "I don't mind but ask your father," she replied holding her daughter's gaze for a second longer before turning her attention back onto the dishwasher, which was now fully loaded with dirty dishes.
Lindsay couldn't help but roll her eyes at this. Letting out a slight sigh, she placed the phone onto the little table that stood under it and went into the living room. "Hey, Dad," she spoke.
"Yes Lindsay," answered her dad who did not bother to turn his attention away from the television screen.
"Kim's on the phone and she wants to know if I can go out. So can I? I won't be late," she added quickly, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. Once again she felt like her teenage self asking if she can go hang out with her new friends, the Freaks.
Harold looked over his shoulder at his daughter. Lindsay thought for a brief moment that he was mad and was going to argue with her, saying that she had all week to spend with her friends but tonight was about family. However, he surprised her. "Yes, Lindsay go!" he replied before turning his attention back onto the television.
Lindsay couldn't help but scream out of joy at this. She had really thought she wouldn't be allowed to go out, even though she was a grown woman now. Her parents could be funny like that sometimes. She then ran back into the kitchen where Kim was screaming Lindsay's name over and over into the phone.
"Yes! Yes! Kim, I'm here!" she spoke into the phone.
"Well, you took so damn long! I thought you had hung up on me!" spoke Kim, sighing loudly into the phone. "So can you go out or what?"
"Yes, I can!" spoke Lindsay excitably into the phone. She hadn't seen her best friend in ages. Yes they talked weekly but it wasn't the same.
"Cool! I will be there in ten, be ready!" replied Kim into the phone before hanging up.
"Kay!" replied Lindsay before hanging up herself. She then walked towards the front door, where her suitcase still sat. Dragging the large suitcase down the hallway and into her childhood bedroom. The room hadn't changed one bit since she had left home years ago. Her beloved Journey poster that she had hung up in middle school was still tacked up on the wall. Flipping on the light, she dragged the suitcase into the middle of the room before zipping it open and quickly looking for something to wear.
She knew she was only meeting up with Kim but her clothes she was wearing now smelt like plane. After a few moments had passed, she pulled out a old pair of straight leg jeans, which had holes in each knee and just exchanged the t-shirt she was wearing now for another one. Her style hadn't changed much in the last decade. She was still a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. She then exchanged her flip flops she was wearing on her feet for a pair of white Keds. Putting her clothes back neatly into her suitcase, she stood up and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Standing there, you wouldn't have thought she was 28 and living on her own in LA. She looked exactly like she had back on that first day of school in 1981, when her life as she like to think changed for the better. The only thing that was missing really was her beloved green military jacket. It was still hung up in her bedroom closet. She thought about wearing it just as jokes but quickly changed her mind. It was too hot to wear it.
Just then the sound of a car honking broke her from her thoughts.
"LINDSAY! KIM IS HERE!" cried Jean's voice from the hallway.
xxx
Nick was suppose to be home an hour ago, however he couldn't face seeing Sara at the moment.
Not after seeing her.
It had happened by accident. He had been closing up the store for the night like he had promised Mr. Weir he would. He knew that she was back in town but had not expected to see her so soon.
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he sat in his car in the parking lot of the high school. After leaving the store, he had driven around for a bit. He had always loved driving at night, especially during the summer when the air was cold but still warm. He loved to just drive and not have to think about being somewhere. After he had quite smoking pot the first time, it had been a habit he had picked up. He found it cleared his head and made him less stress. Just like pot had.
He hadn't anywhere specific in mind that night as he drove around town but he had somehow found himself turning onto the familiar road. He hadn't been paying any attention to where he was until he saw her.
His heart had skipped a beat as he drove past the Weirs' house as she was just coming out the front door and running to where Kim's car was parked out front.
It had only been for a moment. But it had been enough to turn his world upside down. Again.
Lindsay Weir always had such a powerful affect on him. In away, she was like a drug as well. One brief glance and he was addicted. Yet again.
After seeing her, he had turned the car sharply around again to see if he could catch another look. However, Kim had disappeared down the street before he could figure out where they went. After driving around, trying to find them again for a few minutes, he had pulled into the parking lot of the high school, giving up.
He knew he would be seeing her in a few days. Nerves fluttered in the pit of his stomach at this. He was both nervous and excited to see her. He hadn't seen her since Christmas. Since that night in her bed.
She had looked beautiful, he thought to himself as he thought back to that brief moment when time had stood still. She had looked like the Lindsay he had fallen in love with years ago back in high school. The only thing that had been different was the bangs. But he liked them. They had suited her. Not like Sara, he thought. Sara had tried a full bangs a couple months ago. He had said they looked great on her but in reality he hated them. Luckily Sara had thought the same thing after a while and was now growing them out.
He let out a deep sign as he closed his eyes and thought back to happier times. How he wished he had fought for Lindsay that last summer together before she went to Boston. Those had been some of his greatest memories. Oh, how he wished he had fought for her more. Had gone with her to Boston. He would have too if she had let him. But he didn't want to scare her like he had when they had first gone out. He didn't want to be that guy. Lindsay just brought something out of him that was hard to describe. She was like a drug. She made him do crazy things.
He knew he should be heading home. That Sara would be pissed off. But instead he stayed in the parking lot of the school for a bit longer. He was clean now but he still felt the need to get high every now and then. Like this moment. Pulling a small rolled up joint from the glove compartment, he lit up. He needed to be high when he got home in order to deal with Sara.
xxx
"Are you nervous?" asked Lindsay as she looked over at Kim who was taking a long drag from her cigarette.
The two friends were seated on the hood of Kim's car in the high school parking lot. After driving around town for an hour or so, the two friends had gone back to Kim's apartment to get snacks and a bottle of wine before heading to the school. They had used to do this little picnic every so often during that summer after graduation. But back then it had involved the guys as well.
The sun had gone down now and they were the only car in the lot as they sat there in the coolness of the night.
Kim turned and looked over to Lindsay. "Nervous about what?" she asked as she exhaled the smoke from her mouth.
"About the reunion?" asked Lindsay in a soft voice. Her brown eyes met Kim's gaze as her hands gripped the sides of the wine bottle. After the two friends had reunionated back at her parent's house. It had seemed like nothing had changed. That they were both still 17 and had their whole lives before them.
Kim just shrugged her shoulders at this slightly before throwing the butt of her cigarette down onto the pavement below. She then turned to sit cross legged, facing Lindsay. "I guess a little," she admitted as she reached for the open bag of chips between the two of them. "I dunno Lindsay though. What's there to be nervous about? So we are going to see a bunch of people we went to high school with ten years ago. I practically see most of them now around town." and this was true. Being a waitress at one of the more popular restaurants in town, she often saw old classmates. Not everyone had gone off to university and lived in some big City now.
"I dunno, maybe it's just me then," replied Lindsay after a moment before bring the bottle of wine to her lips and taking a sip. She was nervous as hell for the reunion. The only people she ever really saw when she came back to Chippewa were her parents, Sam and his family and Kim and the guys. And sometimes Milly. But that was it. Lindsay had never been the popular girl in high school. She had always been known as the Mathlete or the Freak. And she could careless what her classmates would think of her now. She was more nervous in seeing him. She hadn't seen him since that night. She knew he was engaged now to Sara of all people. She wanted to be happy for him. And she was. But she couldn't help but feel a little sadden at the same time. A small part of her had always hoped that she would end up with him in the end. That some how they would get through all the crazy and finally make it work. For she knew that Nick loved her or that he use to at least. She wasn't sure anymore.
His love for her at the beginning had scared her. She hadn't known how to deal with it at 17. It had freaked her out. But after they had broken up, she had missed him terribly. She had still seen him. They had remained friends. But it wasn't the same. He had then started to go out with Sara. And she had seen how happy he was with her. He had changed for her. And she had been happy for him. That he had been able to move on and that maybe she would be able too. And she had with Barry.
But then after graduation, everything had changed for her. She had found that she had always loved Nick. And that scared her. Never before had she felt this way about somebody. Yes, she loved her family and friends. But she had never truly been in love with someone where you thought about them every second you were apart and drank them up every second you were together. During that summer, her and Nick had grown. They had been inseparable.
That had scared her. She had wanted Nick to fight for her when she had said goodbye but he had let her go. She knew he was only giving her what he thought she wanted. So she had left the next day to Boston, broken hearted and sad. She had seen Nick a couple months later but things had not been the same like she had hoped they would be. He was just her friend again.
And so it had stayed like that until last Christmas.
"Is this about Nick?" asked Kim, after a moment of silence had passed between them. She was studying her friend carefully now. She knew what had passed between Nick and Lindsay that summer. She had watched as Lindsay had fallen in love with Nick. She had thought for sure that they would end up getting married as the two of them had been together that summer. However, Lindsay had left Nick and all of them behind once September hit and she was off to Boston. "Do you still love him?" she asked after a moment of silence had passed.
Lindsay just looked at Kim at this. "I don't know Kim," she spoke honestly. "I will always love him, I guess. But that was so long ago Kim. We have both changed. We live different lives now." Kim couldn't help but snort at this.
"No Lindsay, you live a different life now. We all still pretty much live the same life we did ten years ago. We are just a little older, that's all," interrupted Kim.
Lindsay just shrugged at this, "Okay, so maybe I'm the one who lives a different life. But still. That was a long time ago. We are both seeing someone at the moment. For fuck sack, Nick is engaged!"
"Yeah, but only to Sara! We both know he doesn't love her," spoke Kim as leaned forwarded and grabbed another handful of chips. Everyone knew this. That Nick was just settling with Sara because he couldn't have Lindsay. He would always love Lindsay, they all knew this. Except for Lindsay it seemed.
Lindsay didn't say anything at this as she took another drink from the wine bottle. She didn't know what to believe or not anymore. Especially when it came to Nick.
"Do you think the two of you will hook up?" asked Kim with curiosity.
"God, I hope not!" cried out Lindsay. That was the last thing she wanted to happen at the reunion.
"Why not?" asked Kim, "I thought you said that sex with Nick was good!"
Lindsay blushed slightly at this, she had said that but still. "It is," she replied in a whisper, "But that doesn't mean I want to hook up with him at the reunion. Sara is going to be there!"
Kim just rolled her eyes at this, "Well, who cares. That girl wouldn't know what was going on if you and Nick were making out in front of her. She is clueless when it comes to Nick. She still thinks he is clean!"
Lindsay just shrugged her shoulders at this. She didn't want to talk about Sara or Nick. She had no plans on jumping Nick bones again. She was going to the reunion to hang out with her old school friends and to have a good time. That was it.
xxx
The window was open, letting the quietness of the night drift into the bedroom. Ken and Amy were curled up in bed. The AC was broken in the house. So the coolness of the night air drifting in was refreshing as they lay there talking.
"Did you think that this would happen?" asked Amy softly as she lifted her head off of Ken's chest and looked up at his face.
"What would happened?" he asked in puzzlement.
"That we would be together for eleven years and married for a year," explained Amy to her husband. If anyone had told her at the beginning of high school that she would fall madly in love with Ken Miller and marry him, she would had thought they were nuts.
Ken just looked down at his wife and shrugged. He would had never thought he would be one of those guys who had only been with one person and end up marrying their high school sweet heart. But he had. And he wouldn't change it. Things with Amy were simple and he liked that. He had seen all the relationship drama his friends had gone through and were still going through. Look at Daniel and Kim or Lindsay and Nick. He was glad he had found the one the first time around. "I didn't at the beginning but after a while I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you! I know cheesy!" he smiled down at this wife.
"Oh Ken Miller you are such an romantic!" teased Amy as she propped herself up onto her elbow and kissed her husband.
"And to think we are having a baby too," whispered Amy as she pulled away and looked into her husband's eyes. They had been trying to a baby for over five months now. They hadn't thought it was going to be possible with Amy's condition. But by some miracle it had. They had only just found out a couple days ago.
Ken smiled at this. He had never given the idea of being a father much thought. He hadn't always had the best example growing up. But after marrying Amy and she had brought up the topic of children, he hadn't looked back. He was scared as hell at becoming a parent. But he knew it would be okay because he was doing it with Amy. "I know," he whispered as he reached out with his free hand and lay it against the flatness of her stomach.
xxx
Daniel was seated on the small balcony of his apartment. Raven had left for the week. And he had the place all to himself. He had phoned up Kim but had only gotten her answering machine. He figured she was either with that Mike guy or hanging out with Lindsay, who he knew was back in town. He had phoned up the rest of them but no one seemed to be home.
So he sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair drinking a beer and smoking. He had the door wide open, letting the night air drift into the apartment. His apartment was hot as hell and was hoping that the coldness of the night would cool it down somewhat. Leaning back in the chair he took a sip from the beer bottle and looked out onto the quiet street below.
He couldn't believe it had been ten years since graduation. In away it felt like just his yesterday that he had walked across that stage to except his diploma. It had been the best moment of his life. He had finally done something his mom could be proud of, that he could be proud of. His life wasn't much different then it had been back then. Except for he was married now and worked a regular 9 to 5 job at the auto shop as a mechanic. Other then that, his life was pretty much the same as it had been back in high school. He still lived in the same town and hung out with the same people. He was just what you called, more grown up. More independent.
That didn't bother him. He liked his life. He had never been the one with big ambitions like Lindsay had. He had always known he wouldn't go to college and get a big job somewhere. He liked his job. He had always been good with his hands and fixing cars. It had been hard at first when he wasn't really sure what he was doing but over the years, it had become second nature to him, like breathing.
He wasn't looking forward to the reunion though. He had hated most of the people he had gone to school with. And could careless about seeing their faces years later and to see what they had been up too. He was really only going because all his friends were. Especially Kim. He was most looking forward to spending sometime with her. They only ever saw each other in secrete now. But with the reunion, they didn't have to worry about being caught really. Raven was out of town. And he figured Kim wasn't bringing that Mike guy. Ken and Nick already knew what was going on between the two of them. They wouldn't care. Amy he knew would know too. He knew Kim talked to Lindsay regularly, so she would know too he presumed. The only one in their group that they would need to worry about was Sara. Sara already knew that him and Kim hooked up. But didn't approve.
He wished that somehow that Nick would realize that he was ruining his life by marrying Sara. Sara had been annoying back in high school and over the years nothing had changed. She got on his nerves. This made it difficult to hang out all together. He kinda wished that Nick and Lindsay would end up together, so that he didn't have to deal with Sara anymore.
He knew that Nick was crazy about her still. And was only with Sara to be with someone. He knew that Nick didn't love Sara like he loved Lindsay.
He couldn't help but smile as a thought appeared in his mind. It was going to be on interesting reunion. Not only with everyone under the same roof for once but how Lindsay and Nick would interact.
xxx
Lindsay arrived back at home just before midnight. She was a little tipsy from the wine as she quietly crept down the hallway of her parent's house towards her bedroom. She was dead tired as she closed her bedroom door behind her. She quickly kicked off her shoes and stripped off her jeans before climbing into her old childhood bed. The sheets were cold against her skin. She turned onto her side, so that she was facing the window. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come.
However it did not come.
After hanging out with Kim and talking about the old times, a million thoughts raced through her mind. They were mostly about Nick. She could seemed to get him off her mind as much as she wanted too. He was always there. And she knew he would be there the rest of the week she was in town until she went back to California.
As she lay there in the bed she couldn't help but think about when she had saw him last. It had happened in this very room. In this very bed that she lay in now.
It was late at night as the two of them sat on the couch watching A Miracle on 34th Street. Her parents had gone to bed hours ago. As well as Sam and his wife. The house was quiet except for the sounds coming from the TV.
Nick should had gone home by now but he had stayed. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here forever, in this moment. Sara was at her parent's house for the night. He was suppose to be heading over there tomorrow morning before going to his own parent's house for Christmas dinner. He wasn't suppose to be here. But after Mr. Weir had heard the young man was spending Christmas Eve alone, he had invited him over for dinner.
And so here he was.
It had been a little awkward at first around Lindsay with their past and everything but it had quickly gone away. The rum in the eggnog helped a little too.
Neither were paying any attention to the movie it seemed as they sat their drinking the remainder of the eggnog. It had seemed like forever since the two of them had just hung out like they were now.
Nick casually looked over at Lindsay, who was looking any where but his face. He desperately wanted to say something to her. But he didn't know what. Letting out a sigh, he straightened his back and drained the remainder of his eggnog.
Lindsay watched him, out of the corner of her eye. She had the desperate urge to kiss him. She had just ended a relationship and was feeling a little lonely. Especially since coming home and being around her family. She had loved seeing her new nephew but she had kinda wish she had stayed in California for the holidays. And seeing her old flame didn't help matters either.
She knew he was with Sara but she didn't care. She wanted him. He had been hers originally, she thought to herself as she continued to watch as he drained the remained of his eggnog and placed the empty glass onto the coffee table. He would always be her Nick. He had been her first everything. No matter how hard she tried, he would always have a place in her heart.
Draining her own glass, she placed it down beside his, moments later. She looked over her shoulder and finally allowed herself to look into those brown eyes of his. And it was at that moment she couldn't resist.
She reached out and placed a hand on his arm before leaning forward and crashing her lips to his. And it was in that moment that they were both 18 again and it was the summer of 1982. When they were young and in love.
The kiss quickly deepened as Nick cupped the sides of her face. Her mouth was soft and warm against his own as he kissed her back. Kissing Lindsay was always exciting and intoxicating for him. Their tongues slowly intertwining with one another. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
After a moment or two had passed, they broke apart breathlessly.
Lindsay's heart was beating a mile a minute as she looked deeply into Nick's eyes. Had she really just done that? she thought to herself as she continued to stare at him. Had she really just kissed Nick?
Nick stared back at her. He wondered if he had just dreamt it or had they really just kissed?
Another moment passed as they continue to collect their thoughts. Both wanted desperately to do more then just kiss but were afraid too. It had been so long since they had been together physically. Nick didn't want to pressure Lindsay in to doing something she didn't want to do. So he waited for her to make the next move, if there even was one. He wasn't really sure what to make of their brief make out session that had just happened.
However, as he pondered all this, Lindsay nervously took his hand into her own. Nick looked down at their hands before looking up at her face. She gave him a slight smile as she rose to her feet, pulling him up with her.
She was leading him to her bedroom.
"We have to be quiet," she whispered towards him as she lead him in to her room and closed the door behind her.
Nick nodded his head rapidly in agreement before he took her in his arms and crashed his lips once again against hers. He would be as quiet as a church mouse as long as he got to be with her. His body was screaming for her touch as she rested her hands on his chest. They stayed like this for a moment just standing there, letting their tongues explore the depths of each other's mouths.
They soon ended up on the bed. Lindsay lay on her back as Nick towered over her. He kissed the side of her neck as he ran a hand down her side. "Oh Lindz," he murmured into her ear as he slid his hands up the front of her shirt, the pads of his fingers brushing softly against her skin.
He pushed the material of her shirt up and over her chest, revealing the black laced bra she was wearing. He kissed her stomach before sliding his arms underneath her back and undoing the bra. He then removed the bra and her shirt in one fluid motion, leaving her topless as she lay beneath him. His hands gently touched the sensitive skin of her breasts as he leaned forwarded and drew her into a long passionate kiss.
Being with Lindsay was very different from being with Sara, thought Nick to himself as he gazed down at this beautiful naked creature before him. Sara had been his first ever but Lindsay first time would always be the one that he remembered most. Even though it had been years since they had done this together, it seemed like no time had passed as he continued to cup her breasts. He still remembered how to drive her crazy with desire.
It didn't take long before they were both undressed. Lindsay was now straddling him as he lay on his back, staring up at her. She smiled down at him as she pressed her hands on his chest as she slid into him. Their love making was quick and rough. It was all about desire and wanting. And nothing else. It was passionate and animalistic as she continue to ride him. Sex always felt good with Nick. She kissed the side of his neck, as she continue to move her hips up and down the length of him. Their eyes never left each other faces as they continued to make love.
They were interrupted for a brief moment as they heard the fait cry of the baby coming from the hallway. They both froze at this as they heard the shuffling of feet as a bedroom door opened and closed. Lindsay figured it was Sam or Molly warming up the baby's bottle. They stayed still like this listening as the person walked passed the door and into the kitchen.
A nervous look was on Lindsay's face as she looked back down at Nick. She didn't want to be caught. Especially by her family. Maybe they should stop? she thought. However before she could voice these thoughts to Nick, she felt his lips press against her mouth. He didn't want to stop.
Grabbing her by the waist, he flipped her on her back so that he was now towering over her. As they continued to kiss, he once again entered her. He had his hands pressed firmly on the mattress on either side of her as he flexed his hips against hers. A soft moan escaped from the back of her throat at this.
It didn't take much longer before they both came. Lindsay was biting down on her bottom lip from preventing screaming out Nick's name as pleasure erupted through her body. Nick too was holding back from screaming out as he grunted softly as he pushed one last time into her before sliding out and collapsing onto his side.
They were both quiet as they tried to catch their breath.
"Lindsay," whispered Nick as he pulled her towards him. He kissed the side of her face before nuzzling the side of her neck. Lindsay rested her head against his chest. She closed her eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of him. She couldn't believe that they had just done what they had just did. This would be the second time that she had slept with Nick when he was still with Sara.
Sleep soon then found them both.
And this would be the last time that Lindsay would lay eyes on Nick until at the reunion. For after sleeping for a brief period of time, Nick awoke and quietly left the Weir house. It was the earlier hours of the morning now and he needed to get home. He didn't want to leave however. Gently shaking her awake, he told her he had to go.
She nodded her head sleepily at this. "Nick, I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes locking with his in the darken room.
"Don't be," he whispered back, as he leaned forwarded and kissed her softly on the lips before standing up. "Merry Christmas Lindsay!" he whispered as he smiled down at her.
Lindsay couldn't help but smile at this, "Merry Christmas Nick!" she whispered back as she watched as he slowly walked out of the room.
Thanks for reading and more will come soon! I promise!
Julie