So It Starts
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,127
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I've created these characters, situations and locations. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Walmart and Kmart are not mine.
6
So It Starts
Baby watched as Andy walked away, his head bowed and eyes thoughtful.
After she had confessed he had stood before her, quiet and shocked. He had looked at her with curiosity and a little bit of disdain. He had opened his mouth and said, “I thought you were different” – and then he had walked away.
Why would it have mattered to him? Baby knew she wasn’t special, she knew she wasn’t unique – she had never tried to be. But the way he had said it, as if she had failed horribly at something she didn’t even know she was competing in. It wasn’t fair that she had expectations to live by set up by people who never bothered to know her, that never bothered to ask her opinion.
Baby squared her shoulders. No, people and there expectations could simply take a hike, she wasn’t going to be anything but what she was. She turned around, intending to stalk off - her first time doing something so forceful. But instead she ended up running into a hard chest.
She knew who it was. The smell of him was constant. It made her skin prickle in awareness. It made her pulse beat in excitement. It made her want to bury her nose in him for the rest of her life.
She wanted to close her eyes and lean into him, but she wouldn’t because that would show just how pathetic, just how desperate she was for him. She took two steps back.
He stood before her dressed in a suit. She had never seen him in one before. His hair was slicked back, the blond of it standing out even more. His eyes shone dark blue, standing out even in this darkness. He was like something out one of her grandmother’s old pictures - of elegant woman and striking men. She thought he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was sad how he was always everything to her, and she - nothing to him.
“Hi.” It was simple, but his tone suggested something more.
“Hi.” She returned in her ever constant murmur.
He continued looking at her, his eyes unwavering and intense. She sometimes imagined that that particular look was just for her. When everyone got his cool detachment, she had his complete attention. She knew it was her own fantasy, but she couldn’t help, even when she tried her hardest to hate him, not to think of him looking at her like that.
He stepped forward. There was a serious look to him, everything was neat on him. This suited him much more than the casual football player that he usually portrayed.
He grabbed her arm. There was nothing gentle in his touch. He turned and started walking further into the darkness. His long strides made it hard for her to be led without stumbling.
“Lucas.” She gasped. His hand had tightened painfully around her arm. He didn’t turn around, he just continued dragging her through the night. She didn’t understand what was going on. She wanted to ask him, wanted to raise her voice in indignation and demand a response. She wouldn’t. It was fun to entertain those thoughts, but she never would speak up.
They had reached his car while she had been busy thinking of a million different scenarios where she showed her anger. He shoved her into the front seat and shut the door behind her. He walked with long strides to the other side. Baby sat in silence, stunned by the turn of events. She could faintly hear the music of the festival in the distance, and wondered if anyone would miss her.
She turned to him. “Lucas?” She asked tentatively form the passenger seat. Lucas gripped the wheel in front of him, telling himself to keep his hands there and away from Baby. She was huddled against the door, a bemused expression over her face. He wanted to reach out his hand and smooth out the furrow of her brow.
“Be quiet Baby.” He said in a tight voice. It wasn’t her he was angry at. He needed to remember that it wasn’t Baby’s fault that Andy was all over her. She would never be anything but perfection. He calmed himself. He started his truck and pulled out. The night was especially dark, he could only see what the headlights afforded him. He glanced again at Baby. She had noticed it.
Baby breathed in deeply. What was it supposed to be? Something beautiful, something ugly…something indifferent? It set on the dashboard, innocently, mockingly – tragically. So familiar, yet so new. It was the first flower he had ever given to her; pure white, with a pink tint. This one was untainted by dirt. Still intact, never dropped.
“It’s for you.” His voice was calm.
Her head snapped in his direction. He was looking straight ahead, one arm on the wheel, the other resting against his door.
“It looks like…” She began.
“…the flower I gave you when we were little.” He finished.
Yes. When they were little. When she was a little scared girl, and he was the little bully. It was so different now. Now she was a big scared girl and he was the big bully.
She reached out for it. The stem was large, smoothly rounded with only one large leaf adoring it. The flower rested on top, wilting a little to the side from its colossal size. Not even the heavy foundation could hold it upright. It was beautiful, the petals soft and fuzzy against the skin of her fingers.
“You remembered… Why?” She asked. The why wasn’t just about the flower, it was about her. Why had he taken the time to remember her?
“You’re a dream, Elaina.” He said his eyes focused on the road. “One that I’ve been having since I was nine. When there was nothing but misery, I still had one dream and that was you.”
“I don’t understand.” She said wanting to reach out and stroke the rough stubble of his cheek. Somehow, it seemed better than the softness of the flower.
“That’s the thing Elaina. Most times I don’t understand it myself… And the times I do… I don’t know how to say it.” He finished.
Silence filled the truck. Shadowed trees passes them on the street. She realized they were going to his home. The seat was comfortable, she settled back.
Baby turned and looked out the window, a smile crossing her face. “I missed my name Lucas.” She whispered, resting her forehead against the cool glass of the window.
Lucas looked at her face, saw the contended smile on it, and somehow knew that whatever he had said had been enough.
So it Starts
Baby watched as Andy walked away, his head bowed and eyes thoughtful.
After she had confessed he had stood before her, quiet and shocked. He had looked at her with curiosity and a little bit of disdain. He had opened his mouth and said, “I thought you were different” – and then he had walked away.
Why would it have mattered to him? Baby knew she wasn’t special, she knew she wasn’t unique – she had never tried to be. But the way he had said it, as if she had failed horribly at something she didn’t even know she was competing in. It wasn’t fair that she had expectations to live by set up by people who never bothered to know her, that never bothered to ask her opinion.
Baby squared her shoulders. No, people and there expectations could simply take a hike, she wasn’t going to be anything but what she was. She turned around, intending to stalk off - her first time doing something so forceful. But instead she ended up running into a hard chest.
She knew who it was. The smell of him was constant. It made her skin prickle in awareness. It made her pulse beat in excitement. It made her want to bury her nose in him for the rest of her life.
She wanted to close her eyes and lean into him, but she wouldn’t because that would show just how pathetic, just how desperate she was for him. She took two steps back.
He stood before her dressed in a suit. She had never seen him in one before. His hair was slicked back, the blond of it standing out even more. His eyes shone dark blue, standing out even in this darkness. He was like something out one of her grandmother’s old pictures - of elegant woman and striking men. She thought he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was sad how he was always everything to her, and she - nothing to him.
“Hi.” It was simple, but his tone suggested something more.
“Hi.” She returned in her ever constant murmur.
He continued looking at her, his eyes unwavering and intense. She sometimes imagined that that particular look was just for her. When everyone got his cool detachment, she had his complete attention. She knew it was her own fantasy, but she couldn’t help, even when she tried her hardest to hate him, not to think of him looking at her like that.
He stepped forward. There was a serious look to him, everything was neat on him. This suited him much more than the casual football player that he usually portrayed.
He grabbed her arm. There was nothing gentle in his touch. He turned and started walking further into the darkness. His long strides made it hard for her to be led without stumbling.
“Lucas.” She gasped. His hand had tightened painfully around her arm. He didn’t turn around, he just continued dragging her through the night. She didn’t understand what was going on. She wanted to ask him, wanted to raise her voice in indignation and demand a response. She wouldn’t. It was fun to entertain those thoughts, but she never would speak up.
They had reached his car while she had been busy thinking of a million different scenarios where she showed her anger. He shoved her into the front seat and shut the door behind her. He walked with long strides to the other side. Baby sat in silence, stunned by the turn of events. She could faintly hear the music of the festival in the distance, and wondered if anyone would miss her.
She turned to him. “Lucas?” She asked tentatively form the passenger seat. Lucas gripped the wheel in front of him, telling himself to keep his hands there and away from Baby. She was huddled against the door, a bemused expression over her face. He wanted to reach out his hand and smooth out the furrow of her brow.
“Be quiet Baby.” He said in a tight voice. It wasn’t her he was angry at. He needed to remember that it wasn’t Baby’s fault that Andy was all over her. She would never be anything but perfection. He calmed himself. He started his truck and pulled out. The night was especially dark, he could only see what the headlights afforded him. He glanced again at Baby. She had noticed it.
Baby breathed in deeply. What was it supposed to be? Something beautiful, something ugly…something indifferent? It set on the dashboard, innocently, mockingly – tragically. So familiar, yet so new. It was the first flower he had ever given to her; pure white, with a pink tint. This one was untainted by dirt. Still intact, never dropped.
“It’s for you.” His voice was calm.
Her head snapped in his direction. He was looking straight ahead, one arm on the wheel, the other resting against his door.
“It looks like…” She began.
“…the flower I gave you when we were little.” He finished.
Yes. When they were little. When she was a little scared girl, and he was the little bully. It was so different now. Now she was a big scared girl and he was the big bully.
She reached out for it. The stem was large, smoothly rounded with only one large leaf adoring it. The flower rested on top, wilting a little to the side from its colossal size. Not even the heavy foundation could hold it upright. It was beautiful, the petals soft and fuzzy against the skin of her fingers.
“You remembered… Why?” She asked. The why wasn’t just about the flower, it was about her. Why had he taken the time to remember her?
“You’re a dream, Elaina.” He said his eyes focused on the road. “One that I’ve been having since I was nine. When there was nothing but misery, I still had one dream and that was you.”
“I don’t understand.” She said wanting to reach out and stroke the rough stubble of his cheek. Somehow, it seemed better than the softness of the flower.
“That’s the thing Elaina. Most times I don’t understand it myself… And the times I do… I don’t know how to say it.” He finished.
Silence filled the truck. Shadowed trees passes them on the street. She realized they were going to his home. The seat was comfortable, she settled back.
Baby turned and looked out the window, a smile crossing her face. “I missed my name Lucas.” She whispered, resting her forehead against the cool glass of the window.
Lucas looked at her face, saw the contended smile on it, and somehow knew that whatever he had said had been enough.
So it Starts