Skeptics and True Believers 8

I stop and look at her. "Yeah baby, I know you think that everything in you fairytake fantasty world will be alright and everything will work out, but it won't." She stands there stubornly. "I'm ok with the fact that you're enthusiastic about us being together again, but let's not get married, now."

"I'm just asking you to give her a chance." she says to me.

She shakes her head grimacing at me. "You ass." she says under her breath. Here we go again.

"Don't do that, don't make me feel like the bad guy here." I defend myself.

"That would be who you are. I know why you don't wanna meet my mother." She tells me. I really bet you don't. Actually, I bet you don't even have a clue.

"Why?" I yell. "Why is that Kelsey? Please, give me the knowlegde."

"Ok." she looks disgusted. "It's because you're in your own cute little delusion where you think that you're such a 'bad ass'!" she mocks me. "And you think that you don't wanna get 'tired down with a girl' and you're so hung up on the idea that you can't commit to anything or anyone that you don't even want to try."

Wow, that was pretty accurate.

"No,--"

"You have a problem, " she cuts me off. "And tiy need to deal with. Soon." That makes me mad, really mad. I don't have a problem, that stupid bitch is the one with the problem...

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm..." I think.

"You do, you need to deal with it. NOW."

"Commitment issues, really? Because it's like 'how long have you guys been together?' Let me think about that one: 'about four months and twenty one days!'"

"Bullshit. That's nothing. I knew that too!"

"Oh, right. When's my birthday?"

She shakes her head. "BULLSHIT, the fact is that it's either commitment, or nothing." she tells me sternly.

I peer at her through narrowed eyes. "I can't believe this..."

"You have to choose." she tells me.

"I can't believe this...because I would've figured that you'd be the first one to understand that there are just some things that a person can't be forced to do." I say to her face. This is me confrontign her. She can't give me an altamatum, that stupid bitch.

That shut her up...she standing there looking at the ground probably realizing that I'm right. AS ALWAYS.

She walks away from me and pulls out of piece of paper from her bag. "I uh...found this..." she mumbles and hands me the sheet. I take it from her and read it: It's an add for a battle of bands in New York city. It takes place on August 28th in four weeks.

"What's this about?" I ask confused.

"Did you even read it?" she sounds still aggravated. I nod. "Your band's really good. You should try it....you'd make it..." she looks at the floor. Aw, that's a nice jesture....it makes me feel awkward and guilty for being mean to her. But I don't know what's necessary in this case. I smile and look at her.

"Thanx Kels, that....that means a lot to me."

"Well, I found it and I just thought about you....if you give it some thought, and show it to the guys then maybe you guys can get famous." Yeah, right. But it's the thought that  counts I guess. I grab her face and kiss her passionately.

 It's one of those long, deep kisses taht leads to what I am now thinking about....But instead of using up all my false hope, I pull away. I can tell she wants more of that, hell I want more too. But let's now kid ourselves.

"You want me to come?" she asks lovingly. Uh...actually I meant the rest of the band...

"Baby, of course I want you with me. And when we get famous, I'll have you to thank." she laughs and then kisses me again. The kiss was so sweet and simple, it reminded me of last night.

"Oh babe, that reminds me, I wrote another song."

"Did you?" What about?" she asks excited and grabbing my arm.

"Life."

"Love?"

"Yeah, it's about Britney Spears." I joke. she crinkles up her nose and punches my arm playfully. It's funny how we were just fighting about a second ago and now we're back normal. That always happens, I guess that's just how we role.

"I wanna hear it." she says seriously.

We go downstairs into my garage and I get my guitar and sing:

"time after time

I constantly let her down

I disappoint her again

and again

But she still forgives me

she takes me back with open arms, she's right there

waiting for me

at the finish line

Ooh she amazes me

the way she nerver get's nervous

the way her eyes can speak the words that make my heart sore

for more

She sleeps in my bed

but we never end up having sex

and it's still beautiful when she wakes up

in my arms

it's the feeling I get

whenever I'm around her

My stomache gets queezy

my legs get flimsy and on my face is a stupid smile

Ooh, she amazes

with every day that goes by

she's incredible, 

i've never felt this way before

Another this is how she can't sense her effect on me

of how it drives me wild,

Ooh, she amazes with every step we take."

As soon as I put down my guitar she runs up to me and hugs me." That was so wonderful, I love you more that I did 30 minutes ago!" she kisses my cheeks.

"I don't." I tell her sounding harshly. She looks rejected and confused. "Because I truly couldn't love you more that I already do." I explain, THen she gives me that look again, the one I told you about? I still don't know what that look means but it makes my heart skip serveral beats. 

Then before I blink she's pressing her lips to mine and I stop thinking. Completely blank. Our tongues rapping around each other in another deep kiss. 

And we just say there in my garage, as one. Feeling whole and complete in each other's arms, not caring what happens next.