Closer

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Linda Edwards was finally happy. She was in a good, stable, loving relationship. She loved her son, daughter, her husband and they all loved each other. There was no drunken husband coming home to her every night, beating on her in front of their four year old son just because he thought life was shitty. But that was the past. Michael, Sean and Melissa was her harmonious present, and future.

Michael was loving, caring and strong. If it wasn\'t for him, she didn\'t know what would have become of her and Sean. She wouldn\'t even be alive by now. Either she would have killed herself, or he would have done it for her.

Eric Fields- the father of her first born, and her abuser and tormentor for five long years. For the longest time, the thought of him made her physically ill. The strong resemblance between he and Sean did not help. As he grew older, the Fields\' gene pool completely took over his physical appearance- build, hair, and facial features. But it didn\'t matter because in her eyes, Sean epitomized the perfect son. He had a good heart and never failed to make her proud.

She often blamed herself for what transpired between her and Eric. Pain is unrequited, yet suffering is by choice. She should have left him before she had Sean. To have a child in that environment was hot healthy by any means. Though she often regretted ever being with him, she wouldn\'t give her son up for anything or anyone.

Sean was the shy, quiet type. He never gave out complete smiles. Always more of a smirk or a grin. She wondered if it was just his personality or if it pertained to his traumatic childhood. She decided on the latter. She hadn\'t seen him completely smile since he was four years old. She hoped one day she\'d see him smile again, a real smile. But when he came home with a very broad grin, she decided to settle.

\"Hello, sweetheart.\" Sean was so immersed in thought that he missed his mother\'s greeting.

\"Sean? Sean!\"

\"What? Oh, yeah mom?\" He said with an impatient expression etched on his face.

\"You\'re back early.\"

\"Oh well, I have to go- to my room. I\'ll probably leave later though.\" He said as he edged towards the stairs.

\"Where are you going?\"

\"Not sure, but I\'ll let you know!\" He half shouted as he dashed up the stairs. He was so excited about something. But because of his abrupt exit, she guessed she would have to find out later.

********

Sean didn\'t mean to be rude to his mom by making a mad dash up to his room, but he had to hurry and make a phone call. Rosalyn was by far one of the most interesting people he had ever met (not trying to sound incredibly cliché, but it\'s the truth). Turns out she\'s about two years younger than him. Though he still did not have any objections to talking the day away with her, but she had to go home.

He knew eventually that all good things would come to an end, so he decided to prolong the moment by walking her home. Fifteen minutes later, that was over too. But his luck thrived on when she gave him her phone number. Now if only he would stop being a pussy and pick up the damn phone.

********

Rosalyn knew that as soon as she walked into the house that her mom would start bitchin\' , again.

\"You\'re late.\" Her mother said while standing the foyer.

\"Only by like, five minutes. Besides, I was right outside- you know, directly in front of the house?\" She said a little bit on the sarcastic side.

\"Don\'t you raise your tone of voice to me, girl. I pay the bills in this house!\" Pamela said with a glint in her eye.

\"I didn\'t raise my voice. I was just explaining what-\"

\"I don\'t wanna hear it. I saw you out there. And who the hell were you talking to?\"

Oh my god! She is psycho! she thought to herself. Taking a calming breath, she explained.

\"That was Sean. He\'s the one who, who uh.... rescued me.\"

Her mother stood there in several minutes of silent contemplation before saying the unimaginable; the unthinkable. Well, actually, the inevitable.

\"Oh, well invite him over sometime. I would most certainly like to meet him.\" She said as she flounced away.

As Rosalyn headed to her room, she decided to look on the bright side. So her mom wanted to meet him. Big fuckin\' deal. At least she could talk to him, as a friend of course. A new friend who happened to be a boy that\'s incredibly cute- and white. But what id that matter? Well, except for the fact that her deranged mother would more than likely scare him away. Oh well. He probably wouldn\'t call back anyway.

\"Ring-. Ring-.\"

\"Hmph. Guess not.\" She said to herself with a little smile.

********

Sean didn\'t want to appear over anxious, but she did tell him to call when he got home. But what if she was just saying it to be polite? Or, maybe he was just being a dumbass for over analyzing the whole thing. But hey, no pressure. It\'s just a call to a regular person who happens to be a girl (who greatly excites him).

He picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone for a few seconds.

\"Okay. Just seven digits away....\"

He waited nervously as he listened to the phone ring a second time.

\"Hello?\"

\"Um, hi. Is Rosalyn there?\"

\"Speaking.\" Replied the overly cheerful voice.

\"Hey. It\'s me, Sean. You didn\'t get into any trouble, did you?\" He asked tentatively.

\"Trouble?\" She asked in a surprised voice.

\"Yeah, with our-\"

\"Hello? Mom, I got it.\"

\"Who says it\'s for you?\" Replied a now incredulous voice.

\"Mom, can you please hang up the phone?\" She said as politely as possible.

\"Oh, alright.\" Click.

\"sorry about that.\" Oh god, how embarrassing! She though.

\"That was your mom?\"

\"Yeah.\" She said with a nervous chuckle.

\"Couldn\'t tell.\" He said thoughtfully.

\"Well, you wouldn\'t be the first.\"


Present Day


The next day, Rosalyn decided to remain professional about the whole thing and thought it best to bury the proverbial hatchet. She promptly called his agent and scheduled a lunch meeting with him- alone.

\"Damn, girl! You want him really bad, don\'t you?\" Jackie said in amusement as she watched Rosalyn burrow through her closet.

\"I don\'t see what you\'re so worried about. You look good in anything. Wish I had long, sexy legs.\" Jackie had known Rosalyn for the last thirteen years. They were more or less best friends, yet always envious for what the other would have. Except for when it came to men. Their tastes in men were as opposite as hot and cold.

\"I mean look at these stumps I have to call legs.\" She said in a fake whine.

\"It\'s not my fault you\'re like, five foot three. And besides, at least you have breasts. I\'m just a B cup.\"

\"Well, don\'t do nothin\' stupid like breast implants. Plus most models today, their chi chi\'s are pretty much non-existent. They\'d be lucky to fill an A cup.

\"Okay, stop it. You\'re breaking my concentration. I have to find, the uh, proper outfit for my meeting with Sean.\" Rosalyn said as she turned back around to the closet that seemed to be mocking her with its lack of fantastic outfits.

\"First of all, let\'s call it like it is- a lunch date. Heavy emphasis on the date. Actually, it\'s really a \'fuck me, fuck me hard\' kinda date \'cause you really need to get laid. I mean, when was the last time you had some dick? So, why don\'t we just go to the mall and find you an outfit that\'ll give him a gigantic woody and lingerie that\'ll make him come in his pants\"\" Jackie said in what Rosalyn would describe as her infuriating \"simple as that\" voice.

\"For yo\' info, I will never screw him again. Unless it\'s fake screwing in front of the camera. And I didn\'t mean to make that sound as pornographic as it did. Ugh! You know what I mean.\" She said as she looked at the nearly infectious grin on her friend\'s face.

\"Man, you\'re so hot for him, it\'s not even funny. In fact, if you were white, you\'d probably be as red as my shirt.\"

\"Whatever, sweetheart.\" She said, trying desperately to dismiss the thought from her mind. Then Jackie interrupted her in a falsely innocent voice.

\"So, are you wearing a thong, or are you going sans panties?\"

**********

\"So, you nervous?\" Carrie asked Sean.

\"Nope. Absolutely not. It\'s not like it\'s a date or anything. You don\'t suppose it\'s a date, do you?\" He asked hesitantly.

\"Hmm. Could be, or maybe she just wanted to talk about the script. I mean, even though it\'s a TV station of the non-cable variety, you two will be together in some pretty steamy sex scenes. Besides, it\'s lunch, not dinner.\"

\"Yeah, like you never had a lunch date.\" He said, twirling an unlit cigarette between his long, slender fingers.

\"I thought you quit.\"

\"It\'s not exactly lit, is it?\" He said sarcastically.

\"No need to get snippy. Geez. I was only looking out for your health- idiot.\" Carrie said irritably.

\"Sorry. It\'s just; she makes me so damned nervous. Even after all of this time. It\'s like she\'s got some sort of invisible hold on me.\"

\"Well, I don\'t think she\'d appreciate the strong aroma of nicotine.\"

\"Actually, she never really minded the smell. Just worried about my \'rapidly turning black\' lungs. But I could usually break her resolve when I told her how black was sexy as hell.\" He said with a triumphant grin.

\"My guess is that the innuendo was not lost on her.\" She said in mock thoughtfulness.

\"Exactly.\"

They decided to meet at a Thai food restaurant at two o\'clock. Sean arrived twenty minutes early. He figured he would somehow get the upper hand by arriving first. Twenty-five minutes later while nursing an iced tea, he was still nervous as a virgin right before their first time. But he was good at hiding it. *Ah, the power of acting*, he thought. Over the years, he had gained control of the embarrassing evil known as blushing. He now always had a cool demeanor about him. Which lasted successfully until she walked in.

*Damn the hot weather* he thought ruefully, for she wore nothing but a tight fitting, blue halter dress that barely reached past mid thigh, showing her long, toned, milk chocolate legs. She captured the attention of every patron there. The phrase \"devil in a blue dress\" came to his mind. Even with the white tennis shoes, she came across being sexy as all hell. She was radiant; she was hot, and she was. giving him a raging hard on.

\"Hey. Didn\'t see you at first.\" She said casually as she sat across from him at the table booth. He was very thankful that she did not give him the chance to do the gentleman act and stand before she sat down. She sure would have gotten an eyeful. She looked relatively the same, except her hair was longer, grazing her shoulders, the hazel contacts, the fuller breasts, with hardened nipples. *Damn air conditioning* he thought. Then he began to wonder if she were wearing a bra.

**********

\"Maybe the dress was just a bit over the top,\" she thought fleetingly. She was used to men ogling her, but this was just ridiculous. Jackie and her crazy ideas. At least she sort of downplayed it with the tennis shoes. Those three inch lace up sandals Jackie tried to force her to wear would have been too much.

When she got into the restaurant, she immediately began scanning seats by the windows. When they were together, he used to love seats by the window. Night, day- it didn\'t matter. He used to say he liked to watch the people or scenery. She spotted him at a booth towards the back- next to the window. She immediately started towards him, hoping that the faster she sat down, the faster people would stop looking.

Once she was settled, she got the chance to really look at him and saw how he.matured. Gone was the clean shaven boy adorned in Old Navy. She sat before a man with the same twinkling blue eyes and sandy blond hair. He now had a five o\'clock shadow and an earring, wearing an opened dark blue button down shirt with a tight, white tank underneath. It really showed off his muscular arms and biceps, and a strong broad chest. He most certainly had been working out. She unconsciously bit her lower lip and noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks. *Well, at least I\'m not only nervous one.* But he truly was an Adonis that had grown into a beautifully sexy man. She briefly wondered if he had gotten any taller. How hot would that be. After taking a large gulp of iced tea, he finally spoke.

\"So, I guess congratulations are in order.\"

\"How \'bout long time, no see?\" She said with total nonchalance. He gave her one of his trademark smirks before replying.

\"Fine, Rosalyn. How\'ve you been?\" He said coolly. He finally removed the blush from his face.

\"Sean, sweetheart. Didn\'t know you cared.\" She said while batting her long lashes at him.

\"Oh, I don\'t.\" He said in mock seriousness.

\"Ha, ha. Very funny. But seriously, how\'ve you been?\"

\"There\'s a loaded question if there ever was one.\" He mumbled.

\"What?\"

\"Oh, nothing. Fine- really. At the tender age of twenty-three, I think that my career is off to a damn good start. And yours too, obviously. I mean, starring in your own TV series.\"

\"But it\'s not guaranteed. I mean, of the shows\' longevity. Other than that, I guess everything\'s on the up and up.\"

\"I\'m sure that it will, with you for a star.\" He said as he held her gaze with his eyes. She was definitely caught up in the rapture of him. She remembered the first time he looked at her like that. *Trouble, trouble, trouble.* her mind whispered to her.