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Aug 09, 2005 11:02

Continued from HereI'm still a bit hurt as I walk into the bathroom. I'd not believed she'd be that way, had I not heard it myself. Perhaps I missheard, wouldn't be the first time now would it? Turning on the water in the sink, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Well, That's a mistake isn't it? Good lord, I look horrible. This cold had ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ August 15 2005, 00:34:46 UTC
Am I still mad at her? I never really was mad. I was mostly disappointed, even if she was just teasing. It brought back some rather unwanted memories about how she thought of me once. Screams like a girl. If she needed anyone who could scream like a girl, she'd all me. And the plan she had then, didn't involve me either.

It's hard to forget, even though we've both changed.

"It just brought back a very unpleasant memory, that's all," I muttered, looking down at my hands. Sniffling, I wiped my nose on the sleeve of my jacket. The small caught that followed, was muffled by it as well. Damn, I feel lousy, I really hate cold. I remember those so well from England. Used to have them at least four or five times per year.

Getting up when she did, I blinked away the small silver starts from getting up a little bit to fast. "Go ahead? Why? What are you going to do?" I looked at her confused for a moment. Oh. Maybe she had things she needed to do at home here. Something to take care of with Dawn or the laundry or I don't know. And here I was keeping her from these things.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm keeping you from...things. I'll uh, go ahead to my place and do...things, myself." Take a nap or something rather. Wonder why I got out of bed at all this morning. Furniture delivery, right. No nap for me then.

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watcher_pryce August 16 2005, 01:10:34 UTC
I really didn’t have things to do, other then just sit around and wait for the furniture to arrive. And those wouldn’t arrive until late afternoon. But I was, as a manner of speaking, holding her hostage. I was keeping her from doing things she had to do. Things she had done before I came into her live. So I should probably just…leave her to it.

Getting up from the steps myself, I nodded at her. “Yes…I….errrr….I suppose so. I’ll see you later then?” And damn, if I didn’t sound far to hopeful there. Not as though I could help myself. I *was* hoping she’d be by later. “Well…” Pushing my hands in the back pockets of my jeans I rocked back and forth on my feet. “I’ll….uh…leave. Then.’ Pointing over my shoulder with my thumb toward the van, I nodded at that. Then I hesitantly leaned forward, and carefully captured her lips for a kiss.

“Errr...yes. Bye...now,” I whispered. Giving her a tiny smile, I turned around and made my way over to the van.

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