AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another chapter, ta-da!
DISCLAIMER: Same as always.
Being home never felt so good. Kolbie and Wilbur spent three nights in the hospital, although Wilbur was only in the hospital for a day, he just chose to spend two more days with his lover. To her surprise she was given the same room she'd had the last time that she had a hospital stay. With the same room, came the same nurses. They were all pleased to see that she'd gotten engaged to the sweet boy that spent hours at her bedside. They were also pleased to know that when they wedding date was set they were all invited to it. Kolbie enjoyed her stay in the hospital with Wilbur, however, she always loved being at home with Wilbur more. So when he unlocked the door of apartment two hundred and sixteen, she rushed in and crawled into the bed. Wilbur laughed and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to draw a bath for you," he said as he walked into the bathroom.
"This place is filthy, Wilbur," she said loudly over the running water.
"I know, it needs a woman's touch," he shouted back.
"You're mom has been here."
"Not in the bedroom," Wilbur said. "That's where I keep all my women," he joked.
Kolbie rolled out of the bed that they share and waltzed into the bathroom. Wilbur was leaning against the counter watching the tub fill up. Kolbie waltzed up to him and tugged his shirt off, running her fingers over the bandages on his chest. His dark eyebrow arched as his hands feel to her hips. Her pink lips pressed against his. He pulled her shirt off and kissed her again. His hands slid down her sides and back to her hips. He closed the space between them by pulling her closer. He pressed his body against her, clearly aroused by her actions. She moaned softly and pulled away from him. She pulled out of his arms and turned off the running hot water. Her fingers traveled to the clasp of her bra, but his hand swatted hers away.
"Let me," he said gently as he unclipped the offending article of clothing and pulled off her shoulders. He then pulled of her pants and underwear. He looked her over. The twenty stitches on the side of her abdominal caught his eye, as did the stitches above her eye, and the black eye itself. However, her curving figure caught his eye more than her injuries.
"I take it you're getting in with me?" she asked approaching him and pulling on his pants. He nodded as she pulled his belt from the loops and unbuttoned his pants. She then took his hand and pulled into towards the tub. She let him in first, and then slipped in after him. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I missed you," she said.
Wilbur kissed her, "I missed you, too." He brushed her hair from her eyes and kissed her neck. "What's this for?" he asked her.
"Because I missed you, silly," Kolbie said.
Wilbur smiled, "Well, I really missed you, too."
"Up," Wilbur said as he pulled the sheets off the bed. "Up, Kolbie," he said and brushed her hair from her face. "Now, Kolbie."
The girl rolled over in bed and felt for the blankets on the far side of the bed. Once she didn't find them she rolled off the bed and laid there for a moment, before getting up. It had been a month since they'd been in their accident. Since then Wilbur's craft had been fixed, thanks to his mother, and Kolbie's ribs had set and her stitches had come out. The driver of the craft that hit the couple so viciously had not been found. However, the couple, realizing that they only had a short time on the Earth and they wanted to spend it together, had started to discuss wedding dates.
"October 15th," Kolbie shouted from her spot on the floor. Wilbur sat on the bed and pulled her up on to the bed and into his lap.
"My aunt died on October 15th," Wilbur said. Kolbie groaned and closed her eyes. "How about November 10th?"
"No, I don't like the tenth of any month," Kolbie admitted. Wilbur had learned not to question why she didn't like something thing, and to just go with it.
On the wall opposite the couple was a large twelve month calendar. The couple had decided that they wanted to be married in October or November, early November at the latest. So now they were stuck with sixty-one days to choose from. However, it was becoming more difficult than it needed to be. The only thing that they agreed on was that that wanted to be married in those months.
"November 1st," Wilbur asked.
"That was my mother's birthday," Kolbie replied softly. He kissed the top of her head, his apology for mentioning the date. "I think that she would like that."
"I'm sorry?" Wilbur asked.
"I think that she'd like to be honored by having our wedding on her birthday. It's like the ultimate birthday present."
Wilbur smiled and kissed her lips soundly. "November 1st it is. But for the real reason I woke you up. We gotta go school shopping. We have class starting next week."
Kolbie groaned and crawled out of Wilbur's lap and headed for the shower. "You suck," she shouted as she closed the door.
"I love you too."
"KOLBIE!" The dark haired girl turned around and was greeted by a bone crushing hug from a short brunette girl. She was startled for a moment, and her panicked eyes caught Wilbur's, whose eyes were calm and relaxed. When the girl stopped hugging her, she knew why.
"Oh, hey Mel! How are you?" she asked.
"I'm great. I heard about your accident," Mel whispered, as if it where some huge secret. Kolbie nodded, "Yeah, I'm really sorry, I tried to come and visit, but someone had told the nurses to block all visitors." Mel eyes fell on the boy standing behind Kolbie.
"Wilbur," Kolbie whined, "Why'd you block all visitors?"
"I had you best interest in mind when I did it. There were tons of reporters that wanted to see you, and since you don't have a legal guardian, I'm your next to kin," he pointed at the ring on her finger. "I didn't want you to have any more stress than you needed."
"Well, all is forgiven then," Melissa said. "So have you set a date?" Wilbur smiled and excused himself, after pulling Kolbie's book list from her hand. He then walked off towards the book section with the intent of being gone for a long while. "So have you?" Mel asked, clearly not understanding the actions of her friend's fiancé.
"Oh, yeah; November 1st, and you my friend are most certainly invited," Kolbie replied.
"I look bad in green and yellow," Mel informed her.
"That's fine; I don't care too much for those colors anyway." Kolbie paused and then looked at Mel. "Will you be my Maid of Honor?"
Melissa looked genuinely surprised. "Me?" she asked. "Really, I'd love too," she responded. "That's just surprising. Thank you," Mel hugged her.
"Well, you are the only friend that I've ever had," admitted in a half joking, half truthful manner.
"Well, that's sweet. As your new and only friend," Mel joked, "I'm going to buy you some coffee at the school's bookstore coffee shop," Mel said. "It's not great coffee, but it's alright."
"Thanks," Kolbie said. "I'm gonna love it because you bought it."
"This isn't going to turn into one of those bromances, only for girls, is it?" Mel asked.
Kolbie laughed and looked over at her new friend, "What's wrong with that?"
Mel ignored the question and pulled the dark haired girl towards the coffee shop.
"Wilbur," a voice called to him; a very familiar voice, one that he hoped that he wouldn't have to hear again.
He looked away from the Intro to Art History book he hand in his hand and to the owner of the voice. "Brandi," he muttered. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he questioned. Her hair was no longer red; it was now a light auburn color. Somewhere in him he thought back to the accident that almost killed his fiancée. He thought that he saw her red hair in the other craft. Did she dye it because it was her? Because her red hair was too much of a dead giveaway?
"Well your on the aisle were I need to get the books for my classes. I'm an art major," she said.
"Why'd you dye your hair?" he asked.
"It was time for a change. I've had red hair for seventeen years; I always wanted to have a different color. Do you like it?"
Wilbur took an Art Theory book from the shelf and shrugged, "It looks nice."
"Thanks," she said looking away, and then back to him. "I heard about you accident." She whispered it, just as Melissa had.
"I know, you were there," Wilbur accused, verbalizing his paranoia. Brandi froze and dropped her book she'd pulled off the shelf. "You were driving weren't you?" he asked her.
Brandi looked away from him and then shook her head. "I was not."
Wilbur took a step towards her, and she took a step back. Their dance continued until Brandi was back against a wall. Brandi's bangs were covering her eyes and Wilbur forced her to look at her. He'd never been rough with Brandi before, but now seemed to be a good time to start. "I know it was you. Listen to me, okay? Stay away for her," he spoke slowly. "Stay away from me. Understand?"
Brandi nodded and then looked up at him. "This position feels familiar," Brandi said. Her voice was low and husky. Wilbur scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You know you miss it. I didn't try to kill your fiancée, not with you in the craft anyway. I still have feelings for you," she admitted.
"You apologized to her," Wilbur said. He knew that look. She was trying to seduce him.
"For hitting her, I never said that I was going to stop being attracted to you."
Wilbur pulled away from her and shook his head. "Stay away, okay?" he asked as he walked away.
As he walked away from her, he exhaled slowly trying to shake the thoughts of Brandi. He then walked to find Kolbie and Mel. He couldn't let her see him so frustrated. He knew that Brandi had something to do with the accident. He knew that. He just didn't know how to prove it. When he spotted her and Mel, sitting at a table with three cups of coffee, he smiled. Always thinking of him, she was.
"Hey," he said, before he kissed her cheek, "Got your stuff."
"Thanks," she muttered. "That's yours," she said pointed at the cup of coffee beside her. Wilbur dropped the stack of music and art books on the floor and sat on the arm of her chair. Kolbie looked away from Mel and up at Wilbur for the first time since he greeted her. "What's wrong?" she asked knowingly.
"Nothing," he replied shortly, before sipping on his coffee.
Kolbie stood and grabbed his hand, "We'll be right back, Mel," she said. Melissa nodded and waved her hand at them. Kolbie pulled Wilbur pass the aisles that shelved music of art, music, and dance, and into the aisle for music conducting. "What's wrong?" she asked again hoping that he'd tell her in the privacy of the empty aisle.
"Brandi," he fumed. Kolbie leaned against the wall and Wilbur placed his hands on either side of her head. "Can I tell you something?" he asked. Kolbie nodded, playing with her engagement ring. "I think that Brandi might have been driving that craft that hit us." Kolbie's grey eyes grew large. "Shh, you can't tell anyone," he said as his hand fell to her waist. "She was here and she tried to seduce me, it didn't work," he added quickly brushing his lips against hers. "I thought I saw her hair when the craft drove away, and now she's dyed it so I can't even use that."
Kolbie stood shocked and then brushed her hair from her eyes. "I don't know what to say," she admitted quietly.
"Nothing," he said, "say nothing to no one." Kolbie nodded and looked down the aisle. "I want you to feel safe. If you don't feel safe," he said.
"I'll let you know," she answered.
"I swear that you will never be hurt because of me," he told his lover. "I want you to be safe," he said.
"Thank you," she muttered in to his chest, where she'd buried her face.
He kissed the top of her head and nodded. "Of course, now come on or your friend will start thinking dirty thoughts."
Kolbie laughed and brushed her lips against his neck. A chill ran down Wilbur's spine. "Let her."
Brandi Rice hurried home after her encounter with Wilbur. She was sure that he still had sexual feeling for her. She just knew it. Why else would he have cornered her? He still had feeling for her, she just knew it. When she reached her apartment style dorm, she ran into her room and picked up her phone before dialing a number quickly. The line rang once and the line was picked up immediately.
"He knows," Brandi whispered into the receiver.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. "Well, take him out," the voice answered. There was an opposing shout from the other end of the line and the man silenced him quickly. "Take him out."
"But," the now brunette girl said, "We agreed that he wasn't going to be hurt. I love him, you promised." She wasn't so sure if working with him was going to get him what she wanted. "I want him alive."
"Well, you can't have him alive, if he knows he needs to be taken care off. If you won't then someone else will." The man said.
Before she could respond, the line went dead and she was left with a direct order. To kill the man that she loved. This all started with the arrival of that Kolbie girl. She was the target of the accident. She was the one that she wanted dead. With Kolbie out of the picture, she was sure that he would fall for her. She knew that it would happen. She just had to get rid of Kolbie.