Ok first of all; I'm terribly sorry for my lack of updates on "Heartland" I wish I could say that I will start uploading more but sadly I won't or at least not know; I was sooo trill about that story but suddenly I loss all interest.
That's why I'm posting this three-shot, I really like it and I wrote it a while back, I hope you like it and again sorry for my lack of updates.
I don't own anything but the plot.
No last names are used.
Have you ever had the feeling that something big is going to happen? That feeling on the pitch of your stomach warning you that something it's going to be different at the end of the day? That's the feeling I been having since I opened my eyes this morning. In fact, it is the feeling that woke me up at 6:30 this morning. As I lay there trying to decipher the weird feeling, deciding if it was good or bad. I just hoped that whatever was about to happen turned out for the best.
After two and a half hours of just staring at the ceiling, the feeling almost went away. I look at the alarm clock and decide that it's time to get ready for the studio. I walk to the closet trying to decide what to wear, being in a lazy mood I settle for my old jeans and my white V necked t-shirt. I opened the top drawer and grabbed a pair of my socks and my old converse.
Once in the bathroom I open the hot water waiting to get just the way I like it, after a few seconds the water it's perfect. I went in to the warm water spray and feel my body relaxing.
I sigh and pull a face when I realize it's time to get out, not waiting to leave the quiet and peaceful state that I'm in. I groan and reluctantly step out of the shower, dreading the stressed world waiting outside the safety of my room.
When I'm fully dressed, I sigh as I look at my hair, the mess of curls flying everywhere. I pause for a moment, wondering what to do with it. Ten minutes of messing around in front of the mirror my hair looks somewhat presentable, it was almost perfect. I was going to try something else with it, when the smell of pancakes (and my growling stomach) convinced me otherwise I decided that the perfect hair was not as important as the mouth watering pancakes my mother made.
When I entered the kitchen my mom immediately gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, "Good morning, Nick. Do you want some pancakes before you leave?"
I looked at her incredulously. Have I ever said no to her delicious pancakes? Smiling brightly I nodded my head eagerly, "Yes please, Mom. I would love to have some."
My mom went to the stove and hand me a plate with two delicious pancakes, "Here you go honey. Enjoy." After putting on some sugar free honey and pouring a glass of milk, I took a huge bite of pancakes.
When the pancake touched my lips, I felt in heaven. Trust me, nothing it's better than the feeling of freshly baked pancakes in your mouth. Well, no, I would be lying. The only thing better than fresh pancakes, is the feeling of the lips of a certain blue eyed beauty. I closed my eyes while chewing and thought of her. There was an ache in my chest as her face swam in front of my eyelids. I haven't seen her in way to long.
After my delicious breakfast, I went to the sink and washed my dishes, "Thanks mom those pancakes were amazing!" I gave my mom a quick hug and went to the garage.
When the door was fully open, an inner debate started. I couldn't decide on which car should I drive. Lately, I've been using the SUV more often. In fact, the last time I drove the Mustang was in that lunch date with Miley, and since then I haven't feel like driving it. But today I had a feeling that the Mustang was the right car to drive.
The moment I opened the door the scent of vanilla and strawberry took over my senses, sending me to a place where there was an us. A place where I could hold her in my arms and call her mine and not his.
The sound of a horn from the traffic outside brings me back of my daze and I slowly get in the car, closing the door. The sweet scent of vanilla and strawberry got more concentrated and made me yearn for her even more.
I press the open button on the remote and the garage door slowly opened. I slip the silver key in the ignition and with one swift movement the car begins to growl, the characteristic noise that I love.
They driving to the studio wasn't long but I had to pass in front of her house. When I was on that familiar road I couldn't avoid slowing down to admire the beauty of the white house that I use to call my second home.
When the house was out of my sight a too familiar feeling of emptiness fill my heart, an emptiness I knew only her could fill.
I begging to gain speed and after ten minutes I was outside a big gray building that could make your dreams come true or crash them in a second.
When I finally found a good parking space I turn off the car and take the key of the ignition. I was outside locking the car and I felt the same weird feeling; you know the kind of feeling that warns you that something important was about to change.
I decide to shake it off and begging my walk to the big glass door of the studio.
When I entered the reception, the first thing I saw was Joe and Demi; sitting in a small letter couch making out. "Gosh, guys. Get a room." I moaned in their direction, trying to keep my gaze away from their displays of affection.
Demi's cheeks started turning a furious red, and she gave a little giggle. Joe gave me a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, man. I guess we got a bit carried away." He shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. If they thought that was a LITTLE carried away, I would not like to be around when they get REALLY carried away.
I take a seat on the couch next to theirs and give them a dismissive wave. "It's fine guys, but luckily it was me that found you and not dad."
Demi's face changes from embarrassment to slight panic. "Your dad would get so mad." Joe, sensing her change in emotions, wrapped an arm around her shoulders to try and calm her. He dipped his face toward hers and gave her a soft, sweet kiss.
The phone rang at the desk, and Karla, the cute brunette receptionist promptly answered. After a short whispered conversation, she nodded her head and spoke up. "Guys, the studio is ready. You may come up now."
Smiling politely I said, "Ok thanks, Karla. We are on our way." I stand up from the chair and start walking to the elevators. Turning back to Joe and Demi when I realized they were not following me.
"Umm, guys. Are you coming?" I asked. Joe looked at me and with a wicked gleam in his eyes said, "You can tell them that Demi and I will be there after we find her lost earring." Yeah, Sure! Last time I checked she wasn't wearing any earrings.
"Sure man, whatever you say." I left the two love birds and head to the elevators.
In front of the elevators, I pressed the up button and took out my phone to check my email. Not looking up from my phone as I stepped into the elevator. I didn't realize that another person stepped up and walked in behind me.
The doors closed and it took a while before the familiar scent of strawberries and vanilla filled the closed cubicle. My breathing became uneven, my heart beating hard in my chest.
I didn't dare to lift my head to see who it was, but I didn't need to do it. I knew exactly who it was. There was only one who smelled like this and could make me lose my cool in the matter of seconds.
I was dying to look up, to look onto her blue eyes, but I was too afraid of her reaction.
I realized my position was frozen and I tried to relax, putting my phone back into my satchel.
Unsure, I looked up to her, wondering if she would be happy to see me…
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