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Chapter 2
Brook laid upon his bed in the darkness of his room when there was a knock at the door. He thought about how before, he would have asked who it was, but these days, he just said come in. His mother’s head peaked around the wall and eyed him gently. He smiled, and even in the dark she could see his smile.
“Are you alright honey?” she asked in a hushed tone. She may have been afraid that he was asleep. He said yes and she walked in. after sitting on the side of his bed she ran her fingers through his hair and placed her hand on his cheek. It was cold. “Are you getting sick?” she asked concerned. He shook his head and smiled at his mother once again. He felt that he needed to keep smiling, because sometimes, his smiles were all that kept her going. She nodded then stood to her feet. “I am going out tonight, with Ms. Hanson from next door.” She sounded almost proud of herself.
“Have fun.” He said warmly. He could see the pain still etched in the corners of her eyes. He knew that tonight would be hard for her, seeing as to how the decision to go out was already hard enough on her. He hugged her tightly and walked her to his bedroom door. “Don’t get too crazy.” He joked. “Be back before midnight.” She gave a light giggle and smiled. She would have fun. He thought.
After she left the house, it seemed even more empty then usual. The silence was stinging his ears. But he still laid there upon his bed enduring the silence, because it was the only way that he could concentrate upon where his mind rested. He was thinking about that girl. He had thought about her a lot lately, and wanted to see her again. But he had not heard form her in about a week now. Part of him was saying to just let go. Yet an even larger part was telling him to hold on, that same part that was telling him to be jealous at the gas station.
He had walked around town all week, hoping to run into her again. But he never did. It was like she all together disappeared. He had come home quickly as well, wishing that she would be in his drive way wanting to hang out. He continuously traced the day that they had met. He followed how her hands had moved, how her eyes had seemed so perfect. He thought about the CD that they had listened to, about the conversation that took place. About the silence that followed them to his house. It was all vivid in his mind.
There was something different about this girl. She was very different. Never had he felt the need to say anything when he rode with her, where as in the past, had any girl walked up and introduced herself, he would immediately respond and feel like he needed to keep talking, so that she wouldn’t walk away. But with this girl, well, she was different. He felt that if he had not said a word, she would still be there, waiting. Like she was too interested in what he had to say to just leave before it was said. But this confused him, if she had seemed so interested, why had she not come back? His head was beginning to hurt and he felt that he needed to get some fresh air. He walked out of his room into the empty house and felt oddly out of place. He shivered; his house was eerie at night. Brook walked over to the living room and saw the clock upon the wall; it was only eight ‘o clock. He looked out the window and saw something that caught his attention. It was raining again. He smiled; it had been so dry lately. He moved away form the window and over to the front door. After stepping out of the warmth of his house he noticed something that made his heart jump. There was a white car pulling into his drive way.
I smiled at him from inside my car. This of course was not really intentional, but it was so hard for me not to miss him while I was away. He looked shocked to see my car in the drive way, and he remained at the door, a look of awe spread over his face.
Today, I decided not to wear my hair back or in braids, instead I left it hanging at my shoulders. I wore a white button down blouse and a pair of old blue jeans. He waved happily as I climbed out of the car.
“Hey stranger!” he called over the falling rain. It was raining hard; I bet I could be out longer then a few hours. This made me happy. His hair was somewhat messy and his face was pulled back into a grin.
“Hi.” I said when I made it to his door, only slightly wet from the rain. I had debated while I sat at the end of the street how to start this conversation, and how to greet him. Should I shake his hand? Should I just wave? Or should I hug him and lightly kiss his cheek. I had decided on a compromise. I hugged him, with no kiss. He hugged me back, and to my surprise, tightly, like if he had known me for years. I could feel his desire as his arms wrapped around me. There was a reluctance to let go as I broke the hug, was it on my part though, or his?
“What are you doing out so late?” he asked. I could smell the excitement that emitted form his smile. I just smiled.
“I just got better from that sickness.” I lied. He nodded his head.
“Yeah, you didn’t look like you felt too good the other day. What was it?” I had anticipated this question too. I have had a lot of time to think about these things.
“The stomach Flu,” I replied feebly. He smiled. Brook had a lovely smile. It was similar to his mother’s.
“Can I come in?” I asked sweetly. I felt a surge of sadness. I was already on the move. “It’s just that it’s getting a little windy out here.” It seemed that he was so mesmerized that he forgot about the rain. He looked around surprised. I already had him. My fish on a hook.
“Yeah sure!” he said holding the door open for me. We walked in, and it reminded me of my first visit to this house.
It was raining really hard out, and Brook hoped that it would last all night, so that this beautiful stranger would have to stay the entire night. He laughed then, thinking of what his mother might say to something like that. She would probably be thrilled that he had made a friend.
Brook led her into the living room and turned the heater up. It was starting to get chilly. The girl just sat there looking at him happily.
“Are you thirsty?” He asked, “Hungry?” of course he didn’t voice his hopes of her response. He was longing for something along the lines of, only for you or hungry for a kiss. He laughed; she had to see the blood rushing to his cheeks.
She looked contemplative as she sat there on the oversized couch. His mother had bought that couch anticipating that there would grow to be more bottoms resting upon its cushions as time passed in her marriage. That hope had been shattered. Brooks face fell somewhat.
“How about something to warm my bones?” she asked. Her sweet voice pulled Brook form his somber mood and awoke his desire once again. How about me and you alone under the covers? Do you think that will warm your bones? He didn’t say it out loud. But he felt embarrassed none the less. His thoughts had betrayed him. Ashamed of his unexplained lustful desires, he turned toward the kitchen shouting over his shoulder.
“Hot cocoa it is.” He didn’t want her to see the bright red that his face was turning in the florescent lighting. He looked back at the closed door that separated the living room from the kitchen and sighed. Get a grip! He scolded himself. He was so confused, and wanted to think more on it, but felt like there was no time for him so solve this puzzle. Why though? Why this girl, why was he so taken to liking her more then anyone else? Why was he so comfortable with her? Why were his thoughts so embracive and tense with her? He had to control himself. This was only the second time that he had seen her and he was going crazy just by hearing her request for something warm to drink. Calm down! He poured some hot water into the tea kettle and pulled out two packets of cocoa from the pantry. Why now? Was the next question that shot through his brain. He pulled down two coffee mugs from the cabinet. Then he heard a light knock at the door. He turned to find the most gorgeous girl in the world facing him.
“Need some help?” she asked. He set the mug down on the counter and attempted to look casual, unlike the shocked and dramatic state that he just was. She just smiled and made her way over to the tea kettle which was whistling. Then she poured the hot water into the mugs. Brook watched her movements slowly, and tried not to focus on her sexually. This never was a problem with any other girl. She continued to prepare the cocoa and began to walk in his general direction. His heart began to rush and he felt his cheeks blush once again. She placed her hand beside him upon the counter and he thought she was leaning in for a kiss. He froze, solid like ice. Then he eased his tense body when he watched her turn and walk away with the two packets of cocoa in her hand. She was only getting the cocoa.
They walked out of the kitchen together toward the living room; Brook noticed each time that their arms brushed. Then they sat upon the large couch once again.
“So tell me why you moved here?” she asked in an attempt to make conversation. He hesitated. Then told her what he planned to tell everyone else.
“My mom was looking for some change.” He shrugged his shoulders and gave it a light sigh for nonchalance. He could tell that she saw right through it. “How about you?” he asked. Her face fell into a frown. So beautiful.
I sat there staring into his eyes that poured his heart out, and lied straight to his face.
“I moved here after my aunt died. She was all that I had left after my mother passed in the fall of last year from a serious illness.” I said in the most sincere and honest tone that I could conger. His eyes watched me fro a moment and I realized what he was looking for. Sorrow. I winced my eyes slightly, just for him. And he felt it reason enough to scoot closer upon the couch. Our knees were touching now, and I could hear his every thought. This was becoming too easy for me.
“So you live here by yourself?” He asked almost shocked. I nodded sadly, and it shocked me; my sincerity was immensely strong. I guess it must have been because I have been living alone for so long without the company of anyone. And it made me sad. I was always wishing for a companion to ease the stress of my position. Be Strong! I ordered myself. I couldn’t let my emotions get the most of the moment. I was on a mission. Not a date.
His thoughts trailed to my hair that fell around my face. He thought it was beautiful. I tossed it a little with my hand and smiled. He melted.
“Where are you staying?” he asked me. I looked at the ground. This question I had been expecting as well.
“I live by the park on Willow Street.” I said. His eyes lightened. Before he could voice his thoughts I nodded, unconsciously. “Yes” I said. “By the lake.” I stifled my self almost, hoping that he didn’t notice my quick response. He just smiled and I saw that he was imagining himself stopping by to pay a visit. This, I had also expected. I ran my fingers through my hair not so much on purpose, but out of comfort. I had not done that in years; since I was human.
The simple movement drove his thoughts wild. I knew that he had been trying to hold back his thoughts before; I could smell it on him when I entered the kitchen. But I didn’t realize how intense his thoughts were. Not until now. He looked away at the floor quickly to avoid my eyes. And his cheeks blushed. I felt unusual warmth spread across my face as well. So many experiences that I had not felt in years were coming out tonight. He had thought of holding me upon the couch and running his fingers through my hair. I almost wanted him to. But that’s not the intense part. He was slowly undressing- Business! I told myself, attempting to remember what the purpose of my visit was. I smiled, and refocused my attention not on his imagination but on his presence. It didn’t really help. I was longing for him, and I wondered if it was showing. I picked up my hot cocoa and played wit the top layer of the cocoa. I turned my finger in circles above the mug and watched as the liquid spun in circles according to my finger. I made it unobvious however, by holding my finger low enough so that it seemed I was tracing the top of the mug.
Don’t listen. Don’t listen. He was thinking about it again. About what it would be like to be touched by me. I almost lost control of the liquid in the mug; the spinning was growing rapid according to my emotions though, I had kept a steady circling motion above the mug. I stopped before the cocoa would flow over the rim. I sipped it lightly. He didn’t mind the silence that was constantly between us. It was almost comforting for him to not have to say anything. He was glad that he didn’t need to say a word to be in my presence. I smiled and pulled my body off the couch. The sounds from his head had stopped. I felt the temperature in the room falling slowly. The rain was staying for a while I knew. I was not cold, but said I was anyway. He jumped up all too fast and ran to a closet near the front door. When he returned, he had a throw blanket draped over his arm. And he held it out to me. I was grateful that we were not touching that moment because I knew the thought of me under a blanket would not help his battle with his desires. Our hands brushed and I heard him sigh, grateful that it was all taking on inside his head and I was not able to hear. A pang of guilt surged through my body. For the remainder of the night, I told myself not to touch him. I took my seat back upon the couch and looked toward the large television before the couch. I realized then that he and his mother were some what wealthy, yet they both were so humble that you would never expect it. I didn’t anticipate this. This boy had me turned.
“Got any movies?” I asked. He looked at the floor, and I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but I had promised, so I kept my distance.
“Yeah.” He said slowly and stood to walk over to a cabinet beside the television. “But I only have old films.” He said slowly. I knew from his expression that he was nervous about my response to that. I smiled.
“Those are the only ones I like.” His face eased, and I knew that he was comfortable.
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this is AWESOME!! keep it up! :D |
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please kmp :) |
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