Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Back to the swing of things

As most of you know, everyone is getting back to school soon. I actually start in 2 weeks, but I am starting dance classes again. I have classes 4 days a week, right after school until late at night. I am also taking up a babysitting job to get some money in the bank.

I am deeply sorry to all of my readers, but I don't think that I will have a lot of time to update. If I do update, it will probably be either late at night or on the weekends.

I will continue more stories though.

Love you all : )

*Kat

Sunday, August 10, 2008

More Than A Memory-Ch9

Chapter 9:
It had been three days since I had talked to him. I had a number of texts and voice mails all of him asking me to call, or just reply so that he knew I was ok. I answered one text. I said yes to his question of 'are you still alive'. It was a game night and I had enough of running away from my feelings. I called him during the first period and left him a voice mail. "It’s me. I'll stay up tonight. If you don't show up by 11 I'm not letting you in" I said. I hung up the phone and sighed.The game was over a little after 9:30. He sure had enough time to get here, but with the stupid reporters that never leave him alone, I knew he would cut it close. I stayed on my couch enjoying re-runs of my favorite soap opera, General Hospital, on Soap Net. I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock on the far wall. It was 11:06. I walked down the stairs to the door. I pulled open the blinds and stood there looking at him. "It’s passed 11" I said loudly through the large glass window. He rolled his eyes at me. "I'm sorry" he said, half mocking me. "You heard what I said in the message" I said flatly. "I'm not even 10 minutes over" he said looking at his cell phone. I looked at him. Standing there in the dark. His face was illuminated by the light from my entry way, he looked tired, and annoyed. "Peyton please let me in" he cried, "its freezing out here!" I hesitated and then pulled the blinds shut. I heard an angry sigh, and then I unlocked the door and opened it. He stepped in and followed me up the stairs. I grabbed a blanket off of the back of the couch, wrapped it tightly around myself and sat down on the couch. He sat down across from me on a reclined chair. He was silent for a minute and then he sighed and looked up at me."I'm sorry" he said quietly. I just stared at him. I shook my head, "you shouldn't apologize, I was being weird." We were silent for another few minutes. I watched him sink into the chair. He looked at me with tired eyes, and I knew what I had to say.I pulled the blanket around me, like to build up a safety wall around myself. I took a breath and closed my eyes. "I still love you" I whispered. I had spoken so softly that I didn't think he heard me. After a few seconds he stood up and walked over to me. He sat down next to me and pulled my face into his hands. "I've been waiting to hear you say those words again" he whispered. His caramel gaze searched mine. I felt like this was home. He leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I relaxed into him as he pulled me close to him. I stretched the blanket out over his legs and put my head on his chest. I felt his steady breathing and his index finger making slow circles on my hip. I felt his muscles relax one by one until I looked up at him and his eyes were closed. I shook his arms gently and he opened his eyes to look down at me. "Sid you fell asleep" I said quietly. "You should go home and get some sleep." He shook his head as I stood up. "Can I stay here?" He asked warily, "I'm too tired to drive home." "Sure" I said, my heart beat racing as he stretched, showing his perfectly chiseled abs. He grabbed another blanket and started to stretch out on the couch. He stopped when he saw me staring at him. "Come on" I said. He followed me upstairs to my room and climbed under the sheets. My body found his and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me on the temple and I put my hand on his heart.He smiled and nuzzled his head into my neck. Within seconds, he was asleep again.

More Than A Memory-Ch8

Chapter 8:
I was busy at work, and I was glad. It kept my mind off things. My lunch break was the first time I got to look at my cell phone all morning. I had one new voice mail. I looked at my missed call list and saw that Sidney had put his number in. I ignored it. I couldn't deal with him now. I ate quickly and continued working until about 6:30. I got to my car and picked up my phone to order myself a pizza. I had 6 missed calls. Can you guess who they were from? I ignored them again. I hurried to get home and put on my sweats. I turned on the TV and flipped channels. I found the game and decided to watch it. I sighed and shoved a piece of pizza in my mouth while I watched him being interviewed. He was so focused. It pissed me off. How could he be this calm and dandy when things apparently weren't right with him? Whatever. I was grownup now; I could handle this like an adult. Too bad my teenage feelings were creeping up on me.*It was the second intermission and I was in the kitchen washing dishes when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. It was him. He never made calls during games. I gave in and picked up the phone. "Hello" I said softly. "Why haven't you been picking up? Are you alright? You aren't hurt are you? Are you sick?" his voice was bellowing through the speaker, he sounded out of breath. "No" I said flatly, "I was uh... Busy" I lied. "Pey listen I don't have much time but I wanted to tell you that I didn't leave because of you this morning I just had early practice and I didn't want to be all weird and walk into the bathroom while you were showering and stuff and" I stopped him. "Whatever" I said into the phone. "Don't be like this" he pleaded, "Please. I told you I want to fix this. I hurt you once and I never want to do it again. I swear I'll make it up to you." I sighed. "Sidney you need to focus on your game" I said, it was forced. "The game doesn't matter to me now. You're what matters. I need to know that you understand. I need to know that you feel the same way I do about you" his voice was frantic and I could barely understand him, he was speaking so fast. "Sidney I understand that you have obligations. But I have obligations too. I just don't think that right now is the time to be dealing with this" I said. I didn't know why I was pushing him away. I loved him. He apparently had similar feelings. I knew I had hit a bad spot when he started talking again. "You can't just tell me to sleep over your house, then get all close to me, then kiss me last night, and kiss me this morning and tell me you don't feel the same way" he cried. I swallowed hard. He was right. I shut my eyes tight as I spoke. "Now is not the time" I said quietly. I heard him suck in a breath with frustration. "When is the time?" He asked slowly. "I don't know" I said. Then I hit the red phone and hung up. What the hell was wrong with me?I left the dishes in the sink and went to sit down on the couch. The FSN guy called on Sidney for the interview. He appeared red faced and breathing heavily. He was asked a question and answered sharply, his eyes piercing the screen. It’s like he knew I was watching. He lifted his hand to rub his chin, his knuckles were white. I imagine they were in fists. He stormed off after the last question and slammed the locker room door. He was angry. I was upset. This reunion was going great.

More Than A Memory-Ch7

Chapter 7:
I followed him up the stairs and found myself gazing at his ass. I felt my face flush as I reached the top of the staircase and he asked if something was wrong. I stuttered, "Um, um nothing." He shrugged it off and went to sit on the couch. I asked if he wanted anything else to eat. “Do you have any cookies?” he asked in all seriousness. “I have Oreos” I said. He smiled, “My favorite.” I boiled myself more water for tea, and then joined him in the living room. I turned off the light and sank into the couch next to him. I handed him the box. He finished his dearest cookies a few minutes later. he looked over at me and I turned my head to him. “You know, you were right about staying here. I forgot you are always right” he said in a bit of a mocking tone. I shot him a look and went to hit him on the arm, but he caught my hand and pulled me to him. He poked my stomach causing me to screech, with him laughing the whole time. I settled down and we ended up looking at each other for a few moments. My hand was still in his, it was familiar, and gave me butterflies.
I slid over and leaned into him. I curled my legs to my chest and put my head on his chest. His left arm held me tightly and I put hand on his thigh. I slowly melted into him. After a few minutes I looked up at him. He looked down and smiled softly at me. Without thinking I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He was silent as I leaned back into him. His grip tightened around me and our breathing became in sync. The movie ended shortly and when I looked up at Sidney, he was fast asleep. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and covered him up. I traced his jaw line with my index finger and it found its way to his lips. I watched him sleeping and I realized I still loved him. I leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. I watched him for a moment and then went up to my room. I pulled back my covers and slipped into the warm flannel sheets. I switched my alarm on and the light off. I was laying on my back listening to the sound of Sidney moving around. I remembered the first time I ever met him.Memory--"When I call your name, come and sit at a desk. The desks will be in rows from front to back, one person behind the other" my English teacher said my first day of freshman year. I listened to her call out names, all I could hear was squawking, like the teacher in Charlie Brown. "Peyton Brooks" she said. I walked to my seat and sat down. My bag landed with a thunk on the floor. I was busy looking out the window, longing to be at home by the pool rather in this school, when the boy in front of me turned around handing me a small pile of index cards. "What are these for?" I asked. "Were you listening?" He asked back. "No" I said flatly. He told we were supposed to write what we did during the summer down and we would read them to the class. "That is so 5th grade" I mumbled.That day we became project partners for a major book report that was due in 3 weeks. We had to read the book on our own and write a compare and contrast essay on the hero and villain in the story. The project was hard, but it wouldn't take too long to write. Even though we didn't have to work on it, we did. I found that every day after his practice we would be together. Then after we were finished a few days early we would still be with each other all the time. I realized I was falling for him, fast. I knew he had fallen for me too when he kissed me on the cheek after we learned we got an ‘A’ on the paper.End--It felt like I had only been sleeping for 5 minutes when my alarm clock buzzed loudly at 7:30. I groaned, rolled over then shut it off. I grabbed my sweat shirt off the edge of my bed, threw it on and went downstairs to check on Sidney. I smiled when I saw him laying there, blanket up to his nose, tucked under his chin. He looked like a little kid. I went over and pulled the blanket that fell back on top of him. He let out a breath then snuggled deeper into the couch. I had to fight back lying down with him, but eventually I went upstairs to take my shower. I turned the water on hot, and enjoyed the feeling of it across my shoulders and down my back. I cleaned up quick, dried my hair and put on my clothes. I went downstairs and called out his name from the kitchen. "Sid are you awake?" I called after I didn't get an answer. After more silence I walked into the living room. It was empty. I ran back to the kitchen and out to the small wood balcony. His car wasn't there, and there were tracks through the slushy snow suggesting he left. I stepped back inside. Tears came to my eyes. "How could he just leave?" I thought to myself. I thought about what he said the previous night at dinner. Repeating the words "I can't picture myself with anyone but you" in my head. He had sat with me, I kissed him, I felt all the old feelings. I lost my appetite. I felt like I had been hit by a tractor trailer truck. I sighed and rubbed at my eyes. He either really had to leave, or he didn't feel what I felt.I sighed again and walked back to the living room. There was no note, and he had folded all the blankets neatly in the corner. I sat where he had been lying. I closed my eyes. I could still feel where his lips touched mine. The feeling burned onto my lips and I felt my heart sinking. After a few seconds of wallowing in myself pity, I picked up the blankets to go put back in the closet. Something fell out of the pile. His sweat shirt. I hurried to put the blankets away and then picked up the sweat shirt. I felt the soft material with my fingers; I lifted it to my face and inhaled. I folded it and put it on the island in the kitchen. I grabbed my things and headed off to work.