Chapter Two... Switched Perspective.
Title: I’ve Just Seen A Face: Chapter Two (Puppy Dog Eyes)
Author: thethenwords
Rating: R sexual situation, profanity, and violence
Plot: Anne is your average small-town girl who gets herself caught up in her own version of her favorite fanfic, “Living Lennon”. Things don’t go like she planned and all she knows is she won’t forget her life before or after this bittersweet experience…
Warning: READ LIVING LENNON BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!!!! This isn’t a sequel, but it will help you kind of understand the plot. Plus, it’s a kick-ass story.
Disclaimer: As often as I check eBay, the Beatles are never ACTUALLY for sale. So I don’t own them. (Yet.)
She’s already awake by the time I roll over. I smile, though she seems the slightest bit irate. “Good morning, Sunshine.” I joke only to get on her nerves more.
“Why the hell am I on the mattress and not on the floor?” She purses her lips and moves her eyebrows together, like she wants to make them a unibrow.
“You were shiverin’. And it’s probably a king sized mattress, so you got promoted.” I can’t help but smirk a bit, which I notice makes her breathe a little faster.
“I was NOT shivering. I was perfectly warm on the floor.” She protests, rolling her eyes and turning to face me and putting her head on her hand. She obviously thinks I’m stupid. Which I’m not. I decide to change the subject for conversation’s sake.
“What are we going to do today?”
“I’m taking you back.” Her teeth are gritted and her fists are clenched. At least she’s kind and hospitable.
“Why?” I shift my weight to my hip, pretending to look interested.
“You don’t belong here.” She’s practically glaring at me now, or at least trying to intimidate me. At least I can think before I talk.
“And you do?”
She says nothing, just gets up and gets what apparently is the cordless phone. She dials a number quickly, crossing one arm and giving me a pleasant view of her rack. I can’t help but stare at them. She sighs, and then leaves a message for a girl. She has no luck after dialing four different numbers, after which she puts down the phone and stares at me, almost desperately.
“Well?”
She bites one of her dark pink lips and pushes some of the light brown tresses toward the back of her head. “Umm… she’s not answering her phone, and… I think she might have been busy today, so… I guess I’ll feed you.” She has kind of a nervous-but-trying-not-to-be smile on.
I feel my upper lip sneer. “Not McGriddles.”
Surprisingly, she laughs. Only a giggle, but she still laughs. She shakes her head, her dimples going deep into her mouth. “No McGriddles. I promise.”
She pulls a shirt over her bra, much to my despair. I see her put her tongue on her teeth, though she doesn’t even notice she’s doing it. Just like my smirk to her, it sends shivers down my spine and kind of make me breathe a bit faster. I try to ignore this, looking for a shirt to throw on, preferably the one she gave me last night. Oh, right. Living room.
I get up and go to get it, noticing her giving me the once-over from the corner of my eye.
I see it on the coffee table, where the book was. I pick it up and put it on, then go in the kitchen. Her mail’s on the table, begging for me to read it.
Dearest Annie-Banannie,
I miss you, my love. I can’t get by without you. I miss seeing your beautiful face, staring into your fog-grey eyes, and touching your satin skin. I long for your lips, the ones I used to sing ‘Besame Mucho’ to. Please, I love you, miss you, want you, need you. If you don’t send a reply to me by next month, I will come back for you.
With all my heart,
T.H. XOXOXO ©
I gritted my teeth. So she had a man and didn’t tell me. Wonderful. I don’t planning on reading any more mail, so I stuff the note in the envelope and throw the shirt onto my body. It’s pretty comfortable, really. A bit loose, but very soft.
I try not to tromp into her room, where she’s fully dressed and looking kinda marvy. She looks at me and simply says, “You can wear my sweats,” she says, smiling in a peaceful way as she looks at the lower half of me. Which gets me feeling a bit self conscious about my lust package if you know what I mean.
…..
“That guy’s staring at you.” I tap her shoulder for the third time, gesturing toward a tall, blond, clean-shaven figure intent on the lady sitting next to me.
“He’s probably staring at you.” She glanced at him, then dropped her spinach and artichoke soufflé on the table. “Shit.”
The boyish figure smiled, strutting toward her. She quickly turned to me and grabbed my arm. “Pretend you are my boyfriend. Please.”
“What the hell?”
The boy, who’s probably three years older than me, about twenty, grabs a chair and pulls it up a bit too close to her. He smiles, ignoring me completely. “Anne.” Oh. That’s her name? She couldn’t have told me???
She sneers. “Trevor,” she utters, not sounding nears as glad to see him as he does.
He turns his head to me, giving me a look of disgust. “And you are???”
I see her shooting me a desperate look, complete with puppy dog eyes that melt me.
“Her boyfriend. Who else???”
His eyes narrow. “You? With HER??? No way. She would never cheat on me.” He places a hand on her face, irritating me somehow. She doesn’t hesitate to push his hand off of her red cheek, though I doubt it’s because she’s blushing.
“You’re right. I don’t cheat on people. Unlike you.”
He smiles and laughs, touching her hand. “What are you talking about. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”
She glares at him. “So you having sex with Krissie and then dumping me was a show of affection?!?!?!”
Oh. She’s got him now.
He starts biting his lip, looking like he has no idea what to say. So he changes subjects.
“Have you showed him your dance?”
She nods. “And he loved it.”
What? What dance?
He smiles. Then show me, tonight at B.J.’s. at eleven.” And without further ado, he finally gets up and leaves the restaurant.
Her eyes get big and she looks at me. “Hurry up. I’ve got to take you home and show you.”
What the hell???