day. Make me forget.
OffLand18 says: So which do you want?
BabyDove94 says: What do you mean?
OffLand18 says: Do you want me to tell you about my day or make you forget?
BabyDove94 says: Make me forget.
And for the next hour, Land makes me forget, with his sweet words and filthy imagination.
Chapter 9
After talking to Land, I feel a little better; at least enough to stop the recurring tears and ease the ache in my chest.
This time, rather than feeling guilty and ashamed after our... conversation , I stayed and talked some more with him and he made me realize that there’s nothing wrong with me feeling some semblance of good after everything that’s happened. After all, the good feelings are painfully short-lived, and only a small reprieve from life as I now know it.
After taking a few minutes to think, I decide to focus on happier things and make my way back out to the living room, hoping Nate is still out there. I want to tell him about my new job and how well I did today. I’m a little proud, regardless of how small the achievement, and I know he’ll be proud of me, too. At least after he’s moved passed the fact that I, sort of, lied by omission.
When I get there, I see Nate and Ryan talking in hushed tones in the kitchen. They both notice my presence at the same time, looking at me with that same sympathetic look I see in everyone’s eyes these days. I’ve had about all the sympathy I can take for one year.
The aroma of Mexican food lingers in the air, making my mouth water, and bringing my attention to the fact I haven’t eaten a thing since lunch.
“So what’s for dinner? I sure am glad I didn’t miss it. I’m starved!” I say, breezily as I make my way over to the breakfast bar. If it seems like I’m trying to pretend I wasn’t in floods of tears earlier, it’s because I am.
Nate looks a little taken aback by my change in demeanor, and why wouldn’t he? Just two hours ago I was balling my eyes out and declaring my need to be alone. It looks as though I should add ‘mood swings’ to my list of things these boys are going to have to put up with now I’m living with them. Poor guys.
“Hey, Nat. I made tacos to go with the chips and dips you brought home. I didn’t know when you and Ryan were gonna show, so I waited a while to start cooking. You both have impeccable timing.” He assesses me then, like he’s trying to determine if my improved mood is real or not. “Seems like you’re feeling better?” he says as both a statement and a question.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I reply with a small smile.
I glance at Ryan, who’s focused on making his plate of food, with a faint but noticeable smile tugging at his lips.
For a brief moment, I wonder where Ryan’s been all day and night, but dismiss the thought as soon as it occurs. It’s none of my business, after all. Why would I care? Why?
“I wanted to tell you something earlier, actually; the reason why I bought the drinks and stuff.” That grabs Nate’s attention, but Ryan just continues what he’s doing, knowing full-well what I’m about to say, ‘cause he was in on it. I really hope Nate is happy about what I tell him, and doesn’t feel hurt that I kept it from him.
“Oh, yeah?” Nate asks, giving me his full attention, leaning with both hands on the edge of the counter.
“First, I want you to know I only kept it from you because I wanted to be sure I could do it...before I told you. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Okay, well now I’m a little worried. Just spit it out, Natalie.” His tone has turned a little impatient, so I figure I need to just get this out, quick.
“Yesterday, I went down to Calli’s Café and asked about the job there. Calli gave it to me on the spot, and my first day was today.” I rush my confession; like the faster I get it out, the less upset Nate will be that I withheld the information.
Like that’s gonna work, genius.
I don’t think it worked.
OffLand18 says: So which do you want?
BabyDove94 says: What do you mean?
OffLand18 says: Do you want me to tell you about my day or make you forget?
BabyDove94 says: Make me forget.
And for the next hour, Land makes me forget, with his sweet words and filthy imagination.
Chapter 9
After talking to Land, I feel a little better; at least enough to stop the recurring tears and ease the ache in my chest.
This time, rather than feeling guilty and ashamed after our... conversation , I stayed and talked some more with him and he made me realize that there’s nothing wrong with me feeling some semblance of good after everything that’s happened. After all, the good feelings are painfully short-lived, and only a small reprieve from life as I now know it.
After taking a few minutes to think, I decide to focus on happier things and make my way back out to the living room, hoping Nate is still out there. I want to tell him about my new job and how well I did today. I’m a little proud, regardless of how small the achievement, and I know he’ll be proud of me, too. At least after he’s moved passed the fact that I, sort of, lied by omission.
When I get there, I see Nate and Ryan talking in hushed tones in the kitchen. They both notice my presence at the same time, looking at me with that same sympathetic look I see in everyone’s eyes these days. I’ve had about all the sympathy I can take for one year.
The aroma of Mexican food lingers in the air, making my mouth water, and bringing my attention to the fact I haven’t eaten a thing since lunch.
“So what’s for dinner? I sure am glad I didn’t miss it. I’m starved!” I say, breezily as I make my way over to the breakfast bar. If it seems like I’m trying to pretend I wasn’t in floods of tears earlier, it’s because I am.
Nate looks a little taken aback by my change in demeanor, and why wouldn’t he? Just two hours ago I was balling my eyes out and declaring my need to be alone. It looks as though I should add ‘mood swings’ to my list of things these boys are going to have to put up with now I’m living with them. Poor guys.
“Hey, Nat. I made tacos to go with the chips and dips you brought home. I didn’t know when you and Ryan were gonna show, so I waited a while to start cooking. You both have impeccable timing.” He assesses me then, like he’s trying to determine if my improved mood is real or not. “Seems like you’re feeling better?” he says as both a statement and a question.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I reply with a small smile.
I glance at Ryan, who’s focused on making his plate of food, with a faint but noticeable smile tugging at his lips.
For a brief moment, I wonder where Ryan’s been all day and night, but dismiss the thought as soon as it occurs. It’s none of my business, after all. Why would I care? Why?
“I wanted to tell you something earlier, actually; the reason why I bought the drinks and stuff.” That grabs Nate’s attention, but Ryan just continues what he’s doing, knowing full-well what I’m about to say, ‘cause he was in on it. I really hope Nate is happy about what I tell him, and doesn’t feel hurt that I kept it from him.
“Oh, yeah?” Nate asks, giving me his full attention, leaning with both hands on the edge of the counter.
“First, I want you to know I only kept it from you because I wanted to be sure I could do it...before I told you. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Okay, well now I’m a little worried. Just spit it out, Natalie.” His tone has turned a little impatient, so I figure I need to just get this out, quick.
“Yesterday, I went down to Calli’s Café and asked about the job there. Calli gave it to me on the spot, and my first day was today.” I rush my confession; like the faster I get it out, the less upset Nate will be that I withheld the information.
Like that’s gonna work, genius.
I don’t think it worked.
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