Chapter Five: All The Pretty Faces
She went to wash her face and couldn't for the life of her find any hand towels. She looked everywhere and eventually gave up. Tim was at work. She was alone in his apartment and she felt surprisingly happy just the way she was. She didn't need friends or work or anything really. She just needed Tim and maybe a paperback or two (or fifty or so) and she'd be good for... well however long it would take to finish 50 paperbacks. It was a weird feeling to be content with herself and her surroundings, she hadn't in so long.
She sighed, and wrapped herself in a robe which was blue and soft and cushy. She went back to the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed, her hair flying out behind her. The new and improved (and more humorous) Tim was... so much hotter then James it wasn't funny? Dammit, now she had James on the brain. She didn't want (or need) to be thinking of him. Her Literary Fling. Her Literary Fling. Who was she kidding, they'd been together for almost a year and she hadn't told him she was married! She really did have something with James, even if it was over now, and she was being a jerk. She slipped out of the blue cushy robe and it fell onto the bed. She put her clothes back on, they stuck to her as she was still wet from a shower.
As she started to dry her hair she noticed that on the robe there was a monogrammed G. Garrity. As in Lyla.
"So I was like, no, mom I'm not doing that." Kareene said, looking toward Adele for encouragement. She offered none. "And then she told me that I needed to focus on finding a man... who has a pension. So I still don't know what the hell she means." Kareene sighed and leaned back into the seat, "What do you think?"
Adele was silent, then she said, "Honestly, I have no idea why your mom thinks you need a man with a pension."
Kareene nodded, "I know." She saw a sign that said, Welcome to Dillon, Home of the Panthers, and said, "I think this is it."
Julie was just about through packing her stuff. She was looking for the last thing she'd brought, the necklace Matt had given her so long ago. It was weird, but she held some sort of attachment to it. She was now in the chair, the nice chair. Her hands were under the cushions. She felt metal... this is it? She pulled it out...
Handcuffs.
Damn, Tim, did she really have to know all about Lyla's sexual prowess? It was bad enough with the robe and the condoms and now... dammit... he was such a jerk.
"Where are you going?" Kareene asked. She felt some attachment to the Hitchhiker.
Adele looked up, "I don't know." Kareene sighed at the hobo.
"Come with me... I'm getting a room." Adele's face looked surprised. "No, honey, not like that." Kareene laughed. "You need a place to stay, and there's nothing else for you to do in this hick town..."
Adele agreed hastily. She didn't think that Kareene, or anybody for that matter, realized that she wasn't too fond of Kareene. "Let's get a room."
Tim came through the doors, in a suit, he'd just had a long day and felt like he could use a little Julie/Tim time. It looked like she was leaving though. When he looked at her she looked up and said, "Hey, have you seen my necklace?" he shook his head, he hadn't. He also didn't care at all.
"Where ya goin, Julie?"
"Home."
"Home is where the heart is."
"Aye, I left my heart in Vermont, then." she looked away. Her eyes had that look, the look that tears gave them, they were red and puffy.
"You don't need to go, you know."
"Tim... I was under the impression that you and Lyla hadn't gone out yet."
"... We havn't."
"Then what's with the bath robe, and the condoms, and obviously you didn't pick out that chair. Though I like it a lot, I know Garrity had her hand in it."
"Julie, you picked out that chair."
"What?"
"At the mall."
"At what mall?" she sighed, "I don't need any more of your shit." She clasped the necklace and bolted for the door.
But it was too late, Tim grabbed her hand and attached those handcuffs to her wrist, the other one firmly around his.
AN: Ooooo a bit of a cliff-hanger here! I hope your enjoying it!