It's too early for me to wake up, especially when my head is practically pounding out of my skull, and every muscle in my body is aching from my latest--
Oh. No. Not aching from work. Sam ache. Best kind of ache there is.
I shouldn't think that. This was a drunken one time thing. I probably pounced on him until he wanted--wrong about that too. He started this. I made sure he would, but Sam was the one who got us here. So I don't have anything to be sorry about, and that's good. Very good. No apologies.
I'm just completely clueless as to what I'm supposed to do. I mean, am I supposed to roll over and cuddle with him, or is this one of those things where youre never supposed to touch the other person ever again, and go your separate ways as soon as youre both up?
I sat up even though my head hated me for it, and looked over to see that Sam wasn't sleeping anymore. The old school morning after stuff is out, apparently.
"Hey. Morning."Go team me, I didn't pay attention
( ... )
She looks surprised, but not in a bad way. Okay, what the hell does that mean? She's going to make this hard, isn't she?
"Good morning. Thank you."
"No problem." I shrugged, trying to finish up my coffee without her actually seeing what I was drinking. I don't want to hear the twenty minute rant on the dangers of coffee, I happen to like it even if it does have coccaine in it.
And already, by the silence, I can tell this is going to get awkward in one hell of a hurry.
"You woke up before me. That's a first."
"Yeah, well..." You're pretty when you sleep. I mean, not that you're not pretty originally, but there's just something different when you sleep. And I'm kinda wondering if you know that. "I don't sleep quite as late as I used to." That's only half a lie, technically.
"Sleep well?"
Small talk.
This is deteriorating in a hurry. And I'm trying really hard not to smile too much. Just finish your coffee Howell. You can do this.
'Quite as late'? This is on an entirely different level than 'quite as late'. This is up before me, half dressed, and drinking the devil's nectar all before I could open my eyes. This is almost a completely different version of Sam if he does that as much as it sounds like.
...Maybe not completely different, I'm remembering a few things that haven't changed. I would have been disappointed if they had.
"Sleep well?"He's going to make this awkward. That question is a big indicator that whatever conversation we're going to have for the next few minutes is going to be forced and weird. In all honesty I'd like to ask him if he wants to get his clothes and get out, or stick around and have breakfast, but I don't think he'd react well to me asking him like that
( ... )
"I think I must have. I don't even remember falling asleep."
...
This is freakin' impossible. I just can't read her. And I'm starting to think it might be intelligent if I left. Wait... that's a smile. A seemingly genuine smile. And she's not screaming yet. I think I'm set.
"I remember everything before falling asleep. It's the actual sleeping part that I seem to have forgotten."
Is it bad that for three seconds, I technically didn't remember before? No, it's not. Because originally I was forgetting because of the hangover. I hate hangovers.
"So, do you like me? Or were you too drunk to know what you were doing last night?"Thank you for doing that when I'm drinking something, Carly
( ... )
"Don't worry about it." I climbed under a bit, grabbing my shirt, and slipping my gun in the back of my jeans as I pulled my shirt back on. Gotta make sure she doesn't see anything... okay, I don't think she did.
Moving on.
"So...take care."
I'm not gonna get the call, am I.
Alright Howell, you're done here. Accept it. You've got work to do. A life of your own. One that isn't going to be with her, because this really was a one time thing for her. She was leading you on, and you need to get over that.
So leave.
God damn it, why the hell was she leading me on?
"Yeah."
Leave. Leave while you still can.
I headed to the door, opened it, and was about to walk out when I heard her again.
"Sam."Look back, but don't turn around. You turn around, you'll look too hopeful, and you don't need that. Not when she was leading you on. Not when you're working on getting over it before you get back to work
( ... )
A lot, now that I'm thinking about it. I didn't pick the best time to say it, but I do mean it. Probably more than Sam knows since he seems to be pretty surprised about the whole thing. It's been so long he probably figured I moved on.
I've been ashamed of the fact that I didn't. Sure I had relationships here and there, and one night stands aplenty, but none of it could ever compare to what I had with him.
I need to hear it back. I know that's stupid because you're not supposed to expect that kind of thing in return when you care about someone but...I do. I spent a long time trying to get over being n love with him, then when I realized I wasn't going to I just pushed those feelings aside because I knew I couldn't do anything about them.
Well now I told him and I tried. If Sam doesn't love me, I'll have to get over it for real this time.
He's coming back, I think that's a good sign...
Before I could think about the three letter word issue again, Sam was kissing me. Really kissing me, in a way that
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It's too early for me to wake up, especially when my head is practically pounding out of my skull, and every muscle in my body is aching from my latest--
Oh. No. Not aching from work. Sam ache. Best kind of ache there is.
I shouldn't think that. This was a drunken one time thing. I probably pounced on him until he wanted--wrong about that too. He started this. I made sure he would, but Sam was the one who got us here. So I don't have anything to be sorry about, and that's good. Very good. No apologies.
I'm just completely clueless as to what I'm supposed to do. I mean, am I supposed to roll over and cuddle with him, or is this one of those things where youre never supposed to touch the other person ever again, and go your separate ways as soon as youre both up?
I sat up even though my head hated me for it, and looked over to see that Sam wasn't sleeping anymore. The old school morning after stuff is out, apparently.
"Hey. Morning."Go team me, I didn't pay attention ( ... )
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"Good morning. Thank you."
"No problem." I shrugged, trying to finish up my coffee without her actually seeing what I was drinking. I don't want to hear the twenty minute rant on the dangers of coffee, I happen to like it even if it does have coccaine in it.
And already, by the silence, I can tell this is going to get awkward in one hell of a hurry.
"You woke up before me. That's a first."
"Yeah, well..." You're pretty when you sleep. I mean, not that you're not pretty originally, but there's just something different when you sleep. And I'm kinda wondering if you know that. "I don't sleep quite as late as I used to." That's only half a lie, technically.
"Sleep well?"
Small talk.
This is deteriorating in a hurry. And I'm trying really hard not to smile too much. Just finish your coffee Howell. You can do this.
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'Quite as late'? This is on an entirely different level than 'quite as late'. This is up before me, half dressed, and drinking the devil's nectar all before I could open my eyes. This is almost a completely different version of Sam if he does that as much as it sounds like.
...Maybe not completely different, I'm remembering a few things that haven't changed. I would have been disappointed if they had.
"Sleep well?"He's going to make this awkward. That question is a big indicator that whatever conversation we're going to have for the next few minutes is going to be forced and weird. In all honesty I'd like to ask him if he wants to get his clothes and get out, or stick around and have breakfast, but I don't think he'd react well to me asking him like that ( ... )
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This is freakin' impossible. I just can't read her. And I'm starting to think it might be intelligent if I left. Wait... that's a smile. A seemingly genuine smile. And she's not screaming yet. I think I'm set.
"I remember everything before falling asleep. It's the actual sleeping part that I seem to have forgotten."
Is it bad that for three seconds, I technically didn't remember before? No, it's not. Because originally I was forgetting because of the hangover. I hate hangovers.
"So, do you like me? Or were you too drunk to know what you were doing last night?"Thank you for doing that when I'm drinking something, Carly ( ... )
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"Don't worry about it." I climbed under a bit, grabbing my shirt, and slipping my gun in the back of my jeans as I pulled my shirt back on. Gotta make sure she doesn't see anything... okay, I don't think she did.
Moving on.
"So...take care."
I'm not gonna get the call, am I.
Alright Howell, you're done here. Accept it. You've got work to do. A life of your own. One that isn't going to be with her, because this really was a one time thing for her. She was leading you on, and you need to get over that.
So leave.
God damn it, why the hell was she leading me on?
"Yeah."
Leave. Leave while you still can.
I headed to the door, opened it, and was about to walk out when I heard her again.
"Sam."Look back, but don't turn around. You turn around, you'll look too hopeful, and you don't need that. Not when she was leading you on. Not when you're working on getting over it before you get back to work ( ... )
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"Yeah, really."
A lot, now that I'm thinking about it. I didn't pick the best time to say it, but I do mean it. Probably more than Sam knows since he seems to be pretty surprised about the whole thing. It's been so long he probably figured I moved on.
I've been ashamed of the fact that I didn't. Sure I had relationships here and there, and one night stands aplenty, but none of it could ever compare to what I had with him.
I need to hear it back. I know that's stupid because you're not supposed to expect that kind of thing in return when you care about someone but...I do. I spent a long time trying to get over being n love with him, then when I realized I wasn't going to I just pushed those feelings aside because I knew I couldn't do anything about them.
Well now I told him and I tried. If Sam doesn't love me, I'll have to get over it for real this time.
He's coming back, I think that's a good sign...
Before I could think about the three letter word issue again, Sam was kissing me. Really kissing me, in a way that ( ... )
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