034. Shooting Star - June/July - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
They have the house to themselves once more and they've spent it in a very boring fashion so far. They went shopping straight after rehearsal but only bought pork chops and a few potatos to cook for their dinner. Once back at his place, they fed the animals and actually tided up the place somewhat with the news of all things on TV. They're almost like an old married couple. She tries not to think about how she could actually get used to a life like this and he tries not to bring up the fact that it feels like second nature already, and that she looks almost cute in the bandana of his that she's tied on to keep her hair from getting dusty and in her eyes as she works.
And how he'd love to come home with her like this every day, instead of just when they have a break from rehearsal for half the day...
They start dinner, working side by side in the kitchen as they peel potatos and then chop them up, along with the beans and then the fresh salad things, carrot, cucumber but no tomato since they both hate the taste. He taps her gently on the arm and she automatically moves so he can get a saucepan out, it's as if they can work together without even exchanging words. A comforting thought, but it's almost like things are moving too fast as well for them to cope up. Sometimes there's uncomfortable silences.
After dinner they put homemade fruit mince pies they made together that morning in the oven to cook, they miss them since it's been months since Christmas, and then while they cook they go outside to practise their lines from the script, but they end up lying down on the grass together, resting their heads on each others shoulders as they lie in a straight line, their heads beside each other. Her arm is wound back to hold his though, and they're both content even though they're not cuddling.
"C'mon, don't be such a grump." he squeezes her hand gently. "Just do it."
"Too soppy." She replies, her voice slightly cold. "I want to practise."
"You'll miss one, and then you'll regret it." he warns, his eyes trained on the sky. Even though she's in a mood for whatever reason it is this time he knows she doesn't mean to have the tone of voice she does. Her fingers are rubbing his softly, she's probably just embarrassed, or doesn't know how to act, being asked to gaze at the stars with him.
He wonders how such a girl could have missed out on all this up until now. How could no other guy have become determined to win her over? She's so...everything. He loves her.
Somehow he knows she's watching the skies too, and his thoughts are confirmed as her hand still holding his shoots in the air to follow the path of a shooting star.
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And how he'd love to come home with her like this every day, instead of just when they have a break from rehearsal for half the day...
They start dinner, working side by side in the kitchen as they peel potatos and then chop them up, along with the beans and then the fresh salad things, carrot, cucumber but no tomato since they both hate the taste. He taps her gently on the arm and she automatically moves so he can get a saucepan out, it's as if they can work together without even exchanging words. A comforting thought, but it's almost like things are moving too fast as well for them to cope up. Sometimes there's uncomfortable silences.
After dinner they put homemade fruit mince pies they made together that morning in the oven to cook, they miss them since it's been months since Christmas, and then while they cook they go outside to practise their lines from the script, but they end up lying down on the grass together, resting their heads on each others shoulders as they lie in a straight line, their heads beside each other. Her arm is wound back to hold his though, and they're both content even though they're not cuddling.
"C'mon, don't be such a grump." he squeezes her hand gently. "Just do it."
"Too soppy." She replies, her voice slightly cold. "I want to practise."
"You'll miss one, and then you'll regret it." he warns, his eyes trained on the sky. Even though she's in a mood for whatever reason it is this time he knows she doesn't mean to have the tone of voice she does. Her fingers are rubbing his softly, she's probably just embarrassed, or doesn't know how to act, being asked to gaze at the stars with him.
He wonders how such a girl could have missed out on all this up until now. How could no other guy have become determined to win her over? She's so...everything. He loves her.
Somehow he knows she's watching the skies too, and his thoughts are confirmed as her hand still holding his shoots in the air to follow the path of a shooting star.
<--- 033. Bliss || 035. Web --->