Longing For You

by Guitarchick727

Tom wanted a life out of the limelight after the breakup, he had enough money to survive, was marrying the girl of his dreams. Courtney was happy in England with her best friend. Life was good. That was until they met each other. Based on a tue story.

3. Chapter 3

so confused ;; don't k now what to d o
Ican'tkeepmymindoffofyou

Tom's POV:

I was addicted to her. The next time I had class with her I decided to sit at the keyboard next to hers. She smiled at me and joked, "Couldn't stay away, could you?"

I laughed half because I thought she knew and half because I couldn't. "I figure I should sit next to you because at least I know a little about you and I'm not forced to talk to the guy over there." I looked around the room before leaning in and whispering, "Honestly, he smells."

She laughed loudly, but quickly covered her mouth embarrassed. Her eyes sparkled and her lips turned into thin lines when she smiled.

That's how things went for two weeks: we spent a majority of the time talking about our personal lives, but not too much detail. She talked about her roommate a lot, so much so I thought she might be a lesbian.

Finally after two weeks of random chatting, I got the nerve to ask her out. I sat down beside her one very cool morning in October. She looked good as always in tight blue jeans and a black and gray striped sweater. She smiles at me brightly, "Hello Mr. Fletcher."

"Hey," I replied coolly. I set up my piano book and hooked up my headphones.

I turned to her and before I could ask her out, she spoke. "Do you want to get coffee after class?"

I smiled wide, "Sure."

For the rest of the class, I couldn't wait until it was over. I constantly glanced at my watch hoping that time would go by faster. Courtney would look at me and would get a worried expression on her face. I would shake her off telling her I thought the clock in the classroom was broken. She would nod and go back into playing her piece.

When class was finally over, I packed up my thing and waited for her to put her books into her black leather messenger bag. I followed behind her. I held every door for her as she walked through them. Not much was said between us as we walked to the university café.

Once we ordered our drinks, because she doesn't drink coffee, we started walking around campus. Neither one of us knew what to say. I finally had to ask, "What made you come to England? Your accent caught me by surprise when I first heard you speak."

She took a sip of her tea before replying. "I've always wanted to come here. Never thought of moving here, until I was here over spring break a couple of years ago. I came with Cailyn and a few other friends, difference was me and Cailyn wanted to stay. So once school finished, we applied to schools here and started looking for apartments. Fast forward to today and here I am talking to you."

"Well, I'm glad things seem to have worked out for you," I smiled. "Now, I don't want to be rude, but are you involved with your roommate?"

She chocked on her tea and coughed loudly and harshly for a couple of moments before clearing her throat. "Cailyn? And me?" she laughed. "No, god, no. Cailyn has been my friend for ages; she's like a sister to me. Actually, she was with her high school sweetheart until we moved here."

"Oh okay, I was just curious because you seemed to talk about her an awful lot."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Well, she's about all I got. It was always just me and her, of course Jon, her ex-boyfriend, would be around every once in a while. But she's all I've ever really had. I didn't have many friends back home and I did have a few boyfriends, but they were all too immature for me. Well, what about you, what's your situation?"

I took a small drag of my coffee and looked out across the courtyard. "I'm, un, engaged to the same girl I've been with for the past five years."

"Well, that's great. Congratulations, do you have a date yet?"

"July 26, 2008."

"Two years, then. Well, that's great. I'm sure she's a lucky girl."

I finally looked back at her. "Yeah," I smiled meekly.

We continued to talk about our home lives and what we planned on doing with our lives once we were done with school. We had things in common but had many differences between us as well. But we got along all the same. We exchanged emails and she promised to email me later. I gave her a hug goodbye and we went our separate ways.

I didn't know what it was but something in the pit of my stomach bothered me when I told her I was engaged. Maybe it was guilt; the guilt of being with another girl. I wasn't sure, but I just hoped it wasn't something deeper than what I was thinking.