How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? [movedby_you]

May 02, 2006 00:40

I smiled sweetly at Brian, trying not to zone out when he talked was starting to get harder as the night went on. He was going on about his promotion - I think - from temp to permanent employee at one of the most prestigious hospitals outside Capital City.

“That’s great.” I replied when he looked at me expectantly. I didn’t realize that I had tuned him out again. This was our third date and I wasn’t sure why we were still attempting this; I knew I wasn’t feeling anything romantic towards him and I had enough things on my mind between work and school. Not to mention trying to help keep Simon from going crazy now that River was away at school.

“Everything ok, Tara?” Brian reached over and touched my hand, his thumb moving over my skin and I resisted the urge to pull away from him.

“Yeah…I mean, yeah I’m ok.” I smiled nervously, shrugging slightly. “I think I’m just tired from the week, finals are done but I still h-have work…” He reached over and brushed my hair away from my face, causing me to turn my head away from him. “Maybe we should head home?”

Brian grinned and stood up, paying the bill as I slipped my coat on. “After you,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear, I shivered and moved away from him slightly, feeling his arm wrap around my lower back as we headed out the restaurant door.

Okay, it’s apparent that I’m the only one that doesn’t see the romantic intentions here.

The entire drive he was talking, taking my hand back every time I subtly moved it away. I wasn’t sure at what point I tuned him out without caring really anymore, I had a lot on my mind. River’s been gone for a few months and Simon and I have been hanging out more and more, it’s nice but it’s sad that it took something like this for us to find time for each other again. Between med-cad and the job I kept to make rent plus tuition there wasn’t time for us to be how we used to.

Simon and I have known each other since we were kids, our crowds didn’t mix - he was rich, I wasn’t - and we didn’t really get to know each other till the end of high school, beginning of college. I don’t think we’ve ever been separated since. Well, at least till we got to medical school. Life kept us too busy for anything anymore and I hated it.

Brian stopped the car and I looked over at him - smiling politely - and he moved his hand over to my thigh. “Brian,” I said softly, placing my hand over his and moving it away. “No.”

“Ok, I understand.” He grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary and I turned to open the door, hearing him step out quickly and rushing to my side to open the door for me. “Can’t have you doing that.” He smiled and I sighed, having no choice but to take his hand when he offered it to me, standing in my way until I accepted his offer.

“Thank you.” I smiled and brushed my hair from my face, wrapping my jacket around me and crossed my arms over my chest. “Brian…I umm…” He didn’t give me time to speak; in an instant I felt his hands on my face, pulling me tightly to him for a kiss.

My hands pressed on his chest and I tried to push him away, feeling him force the kiss another moment before pulling away from me finally. “Hey!” I shifted uncomfortably and shook my head. “I was going to s-say that I don’t think we should keep this going. We’re obviously not…matched.” I finished weakly.

With that I turned on my heel and headed towards the apartment, I glanced up and noticed that the light was on in my apartment and that made me pause. I don’t remember leaving a light on…but it might be the timer, I was kind of late and Brian kept me out longer than I would have liked.

Sighing I headed up the stairs and pulled my key out, slipping it into the lock and closing the door behind me before pulling my jacket off. There was a noise behind me and I jumped, spinning around to come face to face with…

“S-s-simon?” I sputtered, hanging my jacket on the hook and moving into the living room to slip off my shoes. “What…what are you…” my voice trailed off when I saw the small pile of movies sitting on the table along with a bag of now what was most likely very cold takeout. “Oh,”

Pulling my shoes off, I sat down on the couch next to him. “Did I get our d-days crossed?” He looked…angry. “I’m sorry, Si…” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair; I didn’t want Simon of all people mad at me; not after the night I had.

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