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“Wait,” he says, and it’s enough to make me pause. And then my hand is in his and it’s enough to make me stop. My eyes are drawn to our hands, and I have to fight to not to let my fingers slip between his. That is something that would be all too easy, I fear. I should pull my hand away, but I just cannot do it. Instead I draw my eyes up to his and hope that he cannot see all that I won't say.
“I just . . . thank you . . . for everything. The cookies, Isabel . . . all of it.”
He’s thanking me? He’s thanking me for what? Everything? The cookies I made for Alex and Izzy? For caring about one of the people I am closest to here? Unable to hold his gaze any longer, I lower my eyes.
“I . . .” I begin, lost as to where to continue. “There is nothing to thank me for.”
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I'm not really happy with this but ... here it is anyway
KYLE
"Hey, for tomorrow night I was thinking of going back to that same club we went to last Sunday. You and Izzy wanna come along?"
"Sure, I'll come - it was fun last time."
Some nice ladies where there and since Isabel just wants to be friends which is fine, I'm all for it.
"I'm not sure about Isabel - you have to ask her yourself." Not that I think she is feeling like partying right now but ... who knows, might help her to cope better when she gets really drunk.
Noticing Michael's questioning look, I add, "We realized that we are better off as friends and that right now, Isabel is not ready to date someone as hot as me."
Okay, so she didn't say that but ... it sounds good, I think.
KYLE
"Hey, for tomorrow night I was thinking of going back to that same club we went to last Sunday. You and Izzy wanna come along?"
"Sure, I'll come - it was fun last time."
Some nice ladies where there and since Isabel just wants to be friends which is fine, I'm all for it.
"I'm not sure about Isabel - you have to ask her yourself." Not that I think she is feeling like partying right now but ... who knows, might help her to cope better when she gets really drunk.
Noticing Michael's questioning look, I add, "We realized that we are better off as friends and that right now, Isabel is not ready to date someone as hot as me."
Okay, so she didn't say that but ... it sounds good, I think.
*Michael*
"Yeah, right," I snort. That's gotta be one of the funniest things I heard tonight. It doesn't really matter to me, although Isabel is one hot lady. She ought to be dreaming of me. At least she doesn't seem to be all that hung up on Max -- except as a friend. And now she's Kyle's friend, too. I'm sure she's not thinking about nerd-boy, so maybe I am the one she wants now. Hmm... That could be awesome! As soon as I break up Max and Tess, she'll be on the top of my list.
"I'm see ya later," I tell him and I head out into the hall and up to our room.
*Max*
“... There is nothing to thank me for,” Liz says, not meeting my eyes. If only she knew! There's so much to thank her for. For just being here. For being my friend. For being the most amazing girl I've ever met.
I've been so graceless, always yearning for more instead of appreciating the time I have to spend with Liz as a friend. It's hard to not lose all my time daydreaming about how wonderful it would be to be dating her ... but I need to get over that. She's a fantastic friend and that's worth a lot.
I love her.
I bite my lip, trying to squash that thought. I'm dating Tess and Liz doesn't even like me that way.
"Well ... I think there is," I say, wishing I could see her face. She's so beautiful. So amazing. There's so much I wish I could say, but I can't think of a single thing that won't expose my hopeless crush. It's wrong of me to keep her here. She wants to go to bed and I should let her, but I just don't want to stop looking at her. "I'm very glad that your friends talked you into coming here."
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"Yeah, right," I snort. That's gotta be one of the funniest things I heard tonight. It doesn't really matter to me, although Isabel is one hot lady. She ought to be dreaming of me. At least she doesn't seem to be all that hung up on Max -- except as a friend. And now she's Kyle's friend, too. I'm sure she's not thinking about nerd-boy, so maybe I am the one she wants now. Hmm... That could be awesome! As soon as I break up Max and Tess, she'll be on the top of my list.
"I'm see ya later," I tell him and I head out into the hall and up to our room.
*Max*
“... There is nothing to thank me for,” Liz says, not meeting my eyes. If only she knew! There's so much to thank her for. For just being here. For being my friend. For being the most amazing girl I've ever met.
I've been so graceless, always yearning for more instead of appreciating the time I have to spend with Liz as a friend. It's hard to not lose all my time daydreaming about how wonderful it would be to be dating her ... but I need to get over that. She's a fantastic friend and that's worth a lot.
I love her.
I bite my lip, trying to squash that thought. I'm dating Tess and Liz doesn't even like me that way.
"Well ... I think there is," I say, wishing I could see her face. She's so beautiful. So amazing. There's so much I wish I could say, but I can't think of a single thing that won't expose my hopeless crush. It's wrong of me to keep her here. She wants to go to bed and I should let her, but I just don't want to stop looking at her. "I'm very glad that your friends talked you into coming here."
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“Well, I think there is,” he says and I have to try to keep myself from laughing. There’s no way he would take that the way it was intended, me laughing about myself, not at him. “I’m glad that your friends talked you into coming here.”
“Yeah?” I ask, still not looking at him, too preoccupied with the shapes I’m lazily drawing into the carpet with my foot. I’m still not sure this was the best idea. I’m thankful for getting to know them, all of them, Michael included. But I’m still not sure I’m ready for this. It’s so . . . so much over my head I feel so . . . so out of my element. So lost, sometimes.
“Still not sure this was a good idea,” I confess, shaking my head, “that maybe it would have been better for me to stay home. Like I . . . like I’m not ready for it. Any of it.” I keep my eyes to the floor, as though not looking into his eyes would save me—that by not looking at him I wouldn’t feel like I had just told him one of the greater worries on my mind.
“Well, I think there is,” he says and I have to try to keep myself from laughing. There’s no way he would take that the way it was intended, me laughing about myself, not at him. “I’m glad that your friends talked you into coming here.”
“Yeah?” I ask, still not looking at him, too preoccupied with the shapes I’m lazily drawing into the carpet with my foot. I’m still not sure this was the best idea. I’m thankful for getting to know them, all of them, Michael included. But I’m still not sure I’m ready for this. It’s so . . . so much over my head I feel so . . . so out of my element. So lost, sometimes.
“Still not sure this was a good idea,” I confess, shaking my head, “that maybe it would have been better for me to stay home. Like I . . . like I’m not ready for it. Any of it.” I keep my eyes to the floor, as though not looking into his eyes would save me—that by not looking at him I wouldn’t feel like I had just told him one of the greater worries on my mind.
*Max*
Liz looks so shy and unsure. It's positively adorable. It's hard to fight the goofy smile that's lurking. I already feel like an idiot and sound like one. No need to look like one, too.
But when she starts to say that she's not happy here, my smile fades. Am I making her uncomfortable? I don't want that.
“Still not sure this was a good idea, that maybe it would have been better for me to stay home. Like I . . . like I’m not ready for it. Any of it.”
"I'm sorry, Liz," I say. I know I should let go of her hands. She's not happy. I'm too close. I need to step back.... but it's so hard to do. I look down at our linked hands, rubbing the back of hers with my thumb. She says she's not ready and I remember that she's a couple years younger than me. She's no child but this isn't the sort of thing for everyone. I want so much to kiss her. To taste her sweet lips again. But I can't do that to her. Not if she's already feeling overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry you're uncomfortable here. Is there anything I can do to help you? This ...experience ... wouldn't be nearly as nice if you weren't here. I ... I would miss you a lot."
I'm going to miss her anyway. When this is all over and she's gone back to Georgia -- I don't even want to think about how much that will hurt. But I don't want her to be unhappy. That would be much worse.
*Michael*
I head upstairs to the room I share with Kyle. Don't know when he'll be following and frankly, I don't care. I strip down to my shorts and throw myself in bed. I can't believe I'm packing it in so early. I should be going out at this hour, not settling in!
Liz looks so shy and unsure. It's positively adorable. It's hard to fight the goofy smile that's lurking. I already feel like an idiot and sound like one. No need to look like one, too.
But when she starts to say that she's not happy here, my smile fades. Am I making her uncomfortable? I don't want that.
“Still not sure this was a good idea, that maybe it would have been better for me to stay home. Like I . . . like I’m not ready for it. Any of it.”
"I'm sorry, Liz," I say. I know I should let go of her hands. She's not happy. I'm too close. I need to step back.... but it's so hard to do. I look down at our linked hands, rubbing the back of hers with my thumb. She says she's not ready and I remember that she's a couple years younger than me. She's no child but this isn't the sort of thing for everyone. I want so much to kiss her. To taste her sweet lips again. But I can't do that to her. Not if she's already feeling overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry you're uncomfortable here. Is there anything I can do to help you? This ...experience ... wouldn't be nearly as nice if you weren't here. I ... I would miss you a lot."
I'm going to miss her anyway. When this is all over and she's gone back to Georgia -- I don't even want to think about how much that will hurt. But I don't want her to be unhappy. That would be much worse.
*Michael*
I head upstairs to the room I share with Kyle. Don't know when he'll be following and frankly, I don't care. I strip down to my shorts and throw myself in bed. I can't believe I'm packing it in so early. I should be going out at this hour, not settling in!
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So, its light outs for Isabel, lol.
ISABEL
Tugging my hair into a ponytail, I study my reflection with a scowl. I have now discarded my dress and shoes in favor of a oversized shirt that I stole from my dad’s wardrobe. Tonight’s events have made me feel so homesick that I’m more then a little tempted to call a cab and get a flight home. Things always make sense in New York.
I crawl into bed, banishing all thoughts of Alex and home from my head. I’ll never be able to get to sleep if I can’t get my mind to shut down. And I need sleep. I need some nice dreamless sleep that will help me get through tomorrow and whatever is thrown at me.
ISABEL
Tugging my hair into a ponytail, I study my reflection with a scowl. I have now discarded my dress and shoes in favor of a oversized shirt that I stole from my dad’s wardrobe. Tonight’s events have made me feel so homesick that I’m more then a little tempted to call a cab and get a flight home. Things always make sense in New York.
I crawl into bed, banishing all thoughts of Alex and home from my head. I’ll never be able to get to sleep if I can’t get my mind to shut down. And I need sleep. I need some nice dreamless sleep that will help me get through tomorrow and whatever is thrown at me.
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To say I was at a loss for what to write would be an understatement. Sorry this took so long. ::sheepish::
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He says he’s sorry. He says he’s sorry and I shake my head. What has he to feel sorry for? It’s not his fault that I’m not sure I was cut out to be here, to be pulled from everything I know to be comfortable and safe.
But if I didn’t leave than I wouldn’t have met Alex and Izzy. And Max.
He startles me into looking at him. He would miss me if I weren’t here?
“You would?” The question falls from my lips before I can stop it. He has to be lying, saying things he doesn’t really mean to make me feel better. He wouldn’t truly miss me.
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He says he’s sorry. He says he’s sorry and I shake my head. What has he to feel sorry for? It’s not his fault that I’m not sure I was cut out to be here, to be pulled from everything I know to be comfortable and safe.
But if I didn’t leave than I wouldn’t have met Alex and Izzy. And Max.
He startles me into looking at him. He would miss me if I weren’t here?
“You would?” The question falls from my lips before I can stop it. He has to be lying, saying things he doesn’t really mean to make me feel better. He wouldn’t truly miss me.
*Max*
Liz looks like she doesn't quite believe me. How can she not realize how special she is? Honestly, she's the most wonderful person here. The one person I most want to be with, that I most want to know.
I can't tell her that, 'though. It would make things worse, I'm sure. She doesn't like me that way and it would only put pressure on her. I love her so much.
Love?
Yeah, I do love her. It's the only way to describe it.
"Absolutely," I tell Liz, softly and gently, sincerely. "You and Alex are the best friends I have here, and you've never blackened my eye." My lips turn upwards slightly at those words but I quickly recover. "Seriously, you are. I'm very glad you're here and I can't even say how much I'd miss you if you were gone. If you're having a hard time, I want to help you, if I can."
I can't resist it any more. I lift my free hand -- the one that isn't linked with hers, and I gently push her hair back behind her ear. It had fallen forward when she was looking down and I want to touch it. I want to see all of her face...
Liz looks like she doesn't quite believe me. How can she not realize how special she is? Honestly, she's the most wonderful person here. The one person I most want to be with, that I most want to know.
I can't tell her that, 'though. It would make things worse, I'm sure. She doesn't like me that way and it would only put pressure on her. I love her so much.
Love?
Yeah, I do love her. It's the only way to describe it.
"Absolutely," I tell Liz, softly and gently, sincerely. "You and Alex are the best friends I have here, and you've never blackened my eye." My lips turn upwards slightly at those words but I quickly recover. "Seriously, you are. I'm very glad you're here and I can't even say how much I'd miss you if you were gone. If you're having a hard time, I want to help you, if I can."
I can't resist it any more. I lift my free hand -- the one that isn't linked with hers, and I gently push her hair back behind her ear. It had fallen forward when she was looking down and I want to touch it. I want to see all of her face...