She Will Be Loved - Chapter Six : 'One Step Forward'
Title - One Step Forward
Author - viper209n
Fandom - --
Pairing - --
Status - In Progress
Rating - T
Chapter - 6/?
A/N : This is a work of fiction. I own nothing. Do not take this story seriously! It is not happening, it never happened.
I have taken several liberties for the sake of the story.
In this chapter, Kelly reveals some of her past. This is total fiction. Kelly is a private person and rarely mentions her childhood, family, or friends.
I know nothing about Kelly's true past and I never intend to. It's for her to know, not us.
Though Kelly is very much real, in this story, she is a character, just like Aaron, fictional.
Anything she says or does should not be taken as facts, whether they concern the past, present, or future.
Thank you. Please enjoy the chapter.
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'Cause there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
Set Fire to the Rain - Adele
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"Wanna go to a party?" Kelly asked as she opened her front door for Aaron.
He smiled at her bubbly mood before teasing her. "Um… are you going to be there?" He asked, walking into the living room.
"As long as I have a date," she teased back.
"Of course," he said sweetly before asking whose party it was.
"McG from work."
"Any occasion?"
"Yes and no. Rachel and Peter's birthdays were this month so that's the excuse but mainly McG just wants to have a party."
"Oh," Aaron paused. "So 'McG'? That's his name?"
"Yes. Well… I mean, I'm sure his parents didn't name him that."
They chuckled together. "Hey." Aaron put his hands up. "I don't judge."
Kelly giggled.
The party was two days later and Aaron was trying his best not to cling too much to Kelly. He didn't want to seem like he couldn't stand on his own in a room full of people. But Kelly kept him close.
She didn't want him to be overwhelmed by her friends and coworkers, or hazed again. However, she quickly learned she didn't have to worry about that. Aaron's charisma drew people to him.
He had no problem with the women. Of course, Kelly knew that wouldn't be a problem. Melinda, Rachel, and Autumn were gathered around him, clearly charmed by his subtle humor.
But, as soon as he could, Ben snatched Aaron away from the ladies to talk about college football. Kelly smiled as she watched them chat animatedly.
"I mean, no offense, Kelly, but if you weren't dating him, I would," Rachel joked, making Kelly laugh.
"He's a great guy," Autumn added.
"I know," Kelly said softly. "He is."
Ben and Aaron were still talking about football when McG turned on the huge television and called for everyone to join him in the entertainment room.
Kelly slipped her hand into Aaron's as they walked to the couch. She sat down on the sofa, pulling Aaron down beside her. As she snuggled into him a bit, she noticed Peter sitting quietly on the other side of the couch.
She had only seen him once this evening and hadn't heard him at all.
"Hey, Peter," she said quietly.
Aaron turned to see him and sent him a small wave. "Hey, man."
"Hey," he said, acknowledging them with a wave of his own. Kelly turned back toward Aaron and said something that was surely smart and witty. Peter watched as Aaron smiled and put a small kiss on her forehead, before being startled back to the present by McG's booming voice.
"Thanks everyone for coming to this viewing party-slash-birthday party-slash-just-cuz-I-wanna party." The room chuckled. "So before we watch the episode, I thought we could play a little game."
McG pressed a button on one of his many remote controls. The words 'Scene It? The O.C.' floated across the screen.
Kelly looked around, unsure of what exactly this was. As Melinda explained, 'Scene It' is a trivia game for the show and a lot of McG gatherings include a round or two of the game. Some people enjoyed it while others, not so much.
McG set the preferences to 'Random Group Play' and the game began. The first question was about a band which Adam answered right away. The next was a Ryan question which Ben was put on the spot to answer.
The questions varied in every way. Different characters, different seasons. Quotes, trivia, pictures.
After about a dozen questions, a title card flashed on the screen unlike one they'd seen in this game.
It read, 'Finish the Line.' McG explained quickly that the show would play but stop before it was over and it was up to you to finish the next line.
The scene started and it was from season two. Alan Dale and Kelly were in the Cohen kitchen. Yelling at each other.
"Why do you think Mom drank the way she did?" Kirsten Cohen yelled at her father.
"Oh, no," Kelly said, immediately getting up and pulling Aaron with her. The scene progressed as everyone laughed at her inability to stay. Aaron couldn't help but smile fondly at the woman pulling him toward the kitchen.
"I may like my chardonnay…" That's where the scene ended.
As Aaron and Kelly entered the kitchen, the living room boomed with everyone's voices in unison. "But I am not going to die alone and that's more than I can say for you!"
"I think they're winning now," Aaron teased her as he put a hand on her side, asking her to stop walking away. Finally, she turned to face him, her head still ducked down.
Aaron smiled at her before commenting quietly. "You're so cute."
Kelly looked up into his eyes. His sincere gaze coupled with his adoring smile melted her.
She smiled at him before resting her forehead against his. Their hands found each other and Kelly's smile grew wider. Aaron rubbed his nose gently against hers and she giggled.
Suddenly, Ben's voice and presence were in the kitchen. "You know, Kelly…" He stopped speaking after noticing their intimate posture. Aaron and Kelly immediately let each other go.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" He started.
At that moment, Peter walked in to join them. He quickly realized what had happened and hated the way it made him feel inside. The image of Aaron with his arms wrapped around Kelly, her hands in his hair. The image Peter had tried to keep out of his mind was now stuck there.
Despite Aaron's claimed virginity, Peter wasn't convinced. To him, even though subconsciously he knew better, the attraction between Kelly and this boy was merely physical. It didn't even occur to him that Ben might be embarrassed because he walked in on an intimate moment instead of an instant of heated passion.
"It's fine, Ben. This is a public place after all," Kelly said with a smile. Underneath the smile, she felt ten times more awkward with Peter there than she would have if it was just Ben that had walked in.
"Well, we are finished with the game. The feature presentation is starting," Ben stated.
"Thanks," Kelly said.
Peter said nothing, merely grabbing a beer and going back to his seat on the couch.
"Want a drink?" Aaron asked her as he grabbed a bottle of water. Kelly accepted water for herself and they walked with Ben back to the living room.
They returned to their spots on the couch. Peter's stomach lurched again as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aaron place another kiss on Kelly's head.
The show began and the lights turned off.
Aaron was thankful for the darkness. Within just a few minutes of the show starting, Kelly snuggled into him a bit more, knowing the darkness would hide them.
His hand slowly moved up and down her back. After about ten minutes of the relaxing gesture, Kelly leaned over and rested her head on his chest. Aaron smiled at her and stroked her hair softly. As they sat there, their focus wavered from the television. For Kelly, there was nothing but Aaron's heartbeat. To him, all he could pay attention to was the intoxicating scent of her hair.
Before they knew it the show wrapped, the party was over, and everyone was on their way home.
Friday Night
Kelly was over at Aaron's house, getting ready to watch one of each of their projects, like they had agreed to.
Aaron's selection was a ten minute compilation of commercials and small voiceovers he had done.
"My mom and Megan recorded all the things from when I first started," Aaron explained to Kelly as his television counterpart applied zit cream to his chin.
After much self deprecation from Aaron, his 'reel' was done. Kelly put a DVD into the player and sat down on the couch.
"This was my first big budget movie," she told him as the beginning menu for 'Hook' appeared on the screen.
"Hey. I've seen this movie!" Aaron exclaimed. "I didn't realize you were in it."
"Mmhm. I played Peter Pan's mother," she said, not informing him of how little screen time she actually had.
"Oh, ok. Yeah," he said awkwardly. He couldn't remember any scene with Peter Pan's mother. But he knew better than to tell her that.
They leaned back into the couch and Aaron put his arm over her, pulling her close to him. The movie began and eventually Kelly's part appeared. Aaron was torn between watching her on screen and watching her on his couch.
"Wow," he stated when her part was over.
She looked up at him, unsure of the meaning of his word.
"You played, like, the worst mother of all time." She smiled. "So…" he put his hand up. "High five for that." She hit his hand with hers and smiled as Aaron held onto it and gave it a squeeze.
"Seriously though, great job," he told her as he leaned in to give her a kiss.
"You too. I'm proud of you for getting rid of those blemishes," she said before he could kiss her. She gently touched his stubbled cheek.
He laughed with her before giving her a quick kiss.
As they watched the movie, they didn't seem to notice their eyes getting heavier.
A tight feeling in his neck woke Aaron. He let out a small groan as he worked the knot loose. He slowly began to realize what had caused the pain in the first place. He was still with Kelly on his couch. He smiled at her, knowing that since the movie was done and she hadn't moved, she was asleep. His legs were still on the coffee table and as he stretched them, he knocked over his empty cups.
Kelly's eyes opened sleepily and finally she looked up at Aaron. She smiled tiredly, her eyes still a bit hazy.
"Sorry I fell asleep on you," she said softly.
"Sorry for falling asleep on you," he answered.
She grinned as she stretched. "How long were we out? What time is it?" she asked, searching for a clock.
Aaron spied the digital television box. "Two o'clock," he chuckled.
"Two?" She shrieked, suddenly very awake. "I thought it was 12 or something." Her fingers were flying through her hair as she searched the room for her shoes and purse.
"I need to go," she said, pulling her shoes on.
"Woah," Aaron jumped up after her. "Kelly, it's late."
"Exactly why I need to go."
"It's 2 in the morning. And you're tired. You could fall asleep behind the wheel."
"Not likely. I'll be fine. I have to drive sleepy a lot."
"Well, you shouldn't if you don't have to. Plus, all the crazy people are out there right now."
"Aaron," she began.
"Please." He cut her off. "Please don't drive." His voice was soft, pleading.
Kelly's grip on her keys relented and they dropped into her bag.
"Then what do you propose I do?"
Aaron smiled gratefully. "Take my bed and I'll take the couch."
"No. I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. I'll take the couch."
"No way, Kelly. My mother raised me right. You take the bed and let me be a gentleman."
Kelly paused for a moment, finding the right words. "Well, if you're such a gentleman, then we should be fine sharing your bed, wouldn't you think?"
Aaron stammered on his words. "Uh…"
"I promise I'll stay on my side."
"O-kay," he said slowly. She grinned.
"Let's get you something to wear." He led the way back to his bedroom. Kelly followed slowly, suddenly very quiet. She had never been in his room before.
Aaron hadn't given a second thought to inviting Kelly into his room. It wasn't until she was standing in his room that Aaron noticed how messy it was.
Kelly took in her surroundings. His bed was large and unmade with dark sheets and two dark blankets strewn on top. Folded clothes sat on the floor in a corner.
A fan spun slowly on the ceiling. His walls were bare and the stand by his bed held merely a lamp, one book, and an alarm clock.
Kelly was surprised there were no photos of his family and friends. There were none in the rest of his apartment. After hearing him talk about them so often, she thought surely there would be photos in his room.
"So, pajamas," he said quickly. Kelly noted his tone of voice. She tried to look only at him, not wanting him to think she was judging his room.
When he turned to her, he had a t-shirt, a pair of boxer shorts, and pajama pants.
"Pants or shorts?" He asked. She stumbled for an answer, not wanting to make him uncomfortable but wanting to be comfortable herself as well.
"Hm," he pondered. "Probably shorts. My A/C isn't as low as yours, Canada," he grinned.
She took the shorts and a t-shirt and headed toward the bathroom. Before she could close the door, she could hear him rushing around his room, tossing what sounded like clothes and sheets. Kelly smirked. She figured maybe she should tell him to take his time tidying up since it would take her several minutes to curb the nervousness that was setting in.
She slowly removed her own clothes and folded them neatly. Finally, she held up the shirt Aaron had given her. It was a grey t-shirt with faded red writing. It had definitely been around for a while but the fabric was incredibly soft. Kelly pulled it over her head. It felt like it swallowed her slight frame. She looked in the mirror. While this 'Alabama football' shirt didn't make her feel very sexy, it was quite comfortable. She pulled the collar close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The shirt also smelled like Aaron, something she had noticed as she pulled it on.
She looked at herself in the mirror, amazed at how awake she now felt. The idea of sleeping in Aaron's bed with him had acted like a shot of espresso.
She stood nervously in front of the mirror, pulling at her hair, irritated by its messiness after her nap. After it seemed tame, she ran a finger under each eye, wiping the tiny smudges of mascara away. She was thankful that her makeup had been subtle so she could get away with not washing it all off. She wasn't sure she was quite ready for Aaron to see her without any makeup on. Ironic that just a few weeks ago she had been ready for him to see her without any clothes on. But things were different now. She looked at him differently now.
With one final hand through her hair and a long gargle of mouthwash, Kelly said goodbye to the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.
Aaron heard the door open and his heart, which only moments ago he had managed to settle, began to race once again. He looked her way as she walked into the room.
He was amazed. Was it possible that one person could look that good in anything?
"Hey," he said, barely keeping his voice even.
"Hi," she said softly. He had also changed and was now wearing a pair of dark blue pajamas pants and a red shirt that hung loosely on his shoulders.
He fumbled around with the odds and ends that cluttered his dresser while she stood on the other side of his bed. He had pulled the sheets back in a very neat fashion; something Kelly was sure was only done for her benefit. She smirked before looking back in Aaron's direction expecting to still be facing his back. However, she was surprised to see him staring back at her, a smile on his lips.
Aaron looked at her nervously, desperately wanting to ask her what she was thinking. She turned her back to him and sat on the side of the bed. He followed her lead and sat on the opposite side. A few moments passed in silence before a thought occurred to Aaron. He turned to look in Kelly's direction.
"Did you find everything okay? Do you need anything?"
Kelly turned to him. "No. No, I'm fine." She answered quickly startled by the sudden break in the quiet.
"Alright," Aaron said quietly. "I guess we're all ready then."
Neither moved.
"Really, Kelly. I'm fine to sleep on the couch." He reached for his pillow and stood up.
"No, Aaron." She put a hand on the pillow.
He sighed. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"You're not." Aaron raised his eyebrows. "I'm just a little nervous." He still didn't look convinced. "Promise." She smiled sweetly and he let go of the pillow.
"Nervous?" He asked as he sat back down and they both swing their legs onto the bed.
"Yeah," she answered softly.
"Nervous to get in my bed but eager to drag me into yours." He said with a chuckle.
"I was hoping we wouldn't bring that up." She said as she blushed and looked at her hands.
"Sorry." He chuckled before adding. "Just when I have you figured out." He winked at her.
She smiled. Aaron moved slowly and lay back against the pillows. Kelly paused before following him. He smiled at her as they faced one another in the bed.
"Good?" He asked her.
"Mmhmm," she nodded. Aaron reached over and turned out the light.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see Kelly, or at least her silhouette. Despite his having been asleep a few minutes prior, Aaron was wide awake. Having a beautiful woman in his bed was certainly having its effect on him.
"Aaron?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said, propping himself up on his elbow.
"I noticed… It just seemed a little odd. You don't have pictures of your family anywhere."
Without a word, he lay down on his back and looked at the ceiling. Kelly was about to apologize.
"I haven't felt at home here. I'm not really an LA person. I don't care much for parties. I don't do drugs. Apart from my job, Dan, Jerry, and now you, LA hasn't impressed me much. I get homesick. And pictures… only seem to make it worse." He paused before joking. "And I don't have any frames," he chuckled.
"I get that. Homesickness, I mean. There are things I love about LA but it'll never be home."
"Where's home?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Well, there's Ottawa where I was born and lived until I was twelve. But Toronto's where Mom lives and I spent my life from twelve to nineteen. They both feel like home but Toronto more so, I guess. Because Mom is there."
"Must be hard being so far away from her. You seem to be close to her."
"Well, we didn't have much of a choice. Being close, I mean," Kelly said with a sigh. "She had me when she and my father were seventeen. Needless to say, they weren't ready for a baby. Well, neither of them were but especially not my dad." She paused, wondering if it was too soon for this conversation. Before she could decide, the words were out of her mouth. "He left us when I was eight," her voice cracked and her ears turned pink. She was grateful to the darkness which hid them. "I haven't truly spoken to him in… I don't know how long. He's not even my dad anymore; he's just a guy with a drinking habit who bothers my mom."
Aaron didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected her to start baring her soul. It pained him to hear her so hurt and he longed to pull her into his arms.
Softly, he said, "So your father's an alcoholic and you portray one on TV?"
"Yeah, a little messed up. Or perfect match, I'm not sure."
"Must be hard." The only response was a sniffle. Aaron's chest tightened.
Suddenly, Kelly felt Aaron's warm hand gently cup her face and his lips embracing her in a slow comforting kiss.
When they broke away, Kelly giggled. "I promised to stay on my side."
"Yeah, well… I changed my mind." He rolled onto his back but stayed close to her, holding her hand.
"So are you close to your parents?"
Aaron stopped breathing for a minute and his hand tightened around hers. Quickly, he came to his senses, loosened his grip, and took a breath, hoping Kelly hadn't noticed.
"Um, Mom and I are close enough. My dad…" his throat felt dry. "He's not around."
"Oh, Aaron, I'm sorry."
"I don't really talk about it."
"That's okay. You don't have to." She said, snuggling into him.
After several moments of silence, Aaron spoke. "I'm so not tired. How'd that happen?"
"I know it. We were knocked out on the couch but now I'm wide awake."
Aaron chuckled. "Me too."
"Can I ask you another question?"
He swallowed thickly. "Mmhm."
"When did you decide to wait?"
Aaron smiled in both reliefs in amusement. "I was wondering when you would ask."
"What? A girl gets curious."
"Relax, sweetie. I have no problem telling you." He chuckled. "Well, the South is notoriously religious. My family wasn't much for church though. Sometimes we'd go for Christmas or Easter but nothing regular. But when I was almost 16 I went to a youth service on Wednesday, which my friends and I often did. It was a free air conditioned, parent approved place to hang out.
"This particular night's topic was purity. So they separated the girls and guys and the younger kids and older kids. I wasn't really listening until the speaker made a point that really hit me. He said, 'Your future wife is out there right now. Maybe she's in this room, maybe she's 100 miles away. But she's perfect for you and she's out there. And just like you, she'll be tempted to have sex. She'll have boys, and later men, interested in her. She may kiss someone else, touch someone else, have sex with someone who's not you. And when you finally meet her that could cause some jealousy and mistrust. Would you love for her to be yours and only yours? To be the only one to see her vulnerable like that, the only one to see her naked, to touch her.'
"I'm paraphrasing here, by the way. But I thought that sounded nice. Then the speaker added, 'However, you have no control over your future wife. She's going to do what she wants to do. The only person you can control is yourself. Wouldn't you like to be able to give that gift to your wife? That you are hers and only hers.' I went home and kept thinking about what he had said. Finally I just decided that I wanted to give that gift to my wife. She'll never worry that I'm comparing her to anyone else. She won't have to wonder if I have an STD or if I've ever gotten a girl pregnant. She'll know I'm hers and only hers."
"Wow." She said softly, truly touched by his words. "There aren't many men who think like that, who care about their future wife."
"Well, I've never worried myself with a search for my soul mate or something like that. I'm of the camp that love finds you, not the other way around."
"I've got a lot of respect for you, Aaron Taylor," she said and snuggled further into him.
"Likewise, Kelly Rowan." They smiled before settling into a comfortable silence. Soon, Kelly's soft snore floated through the room. Aaron smiled sleepily at the adorable noise before slumber overtook him.
He woke the next day with his girlfriend's body curled up next to him. She faced him though her golden curls shadowed his view. His hand gently rested on her waist.
Aaron smiled at her sleeping form before silently creeping gout of bed and letting her sleep in.
A little while after he had left, Kelly woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. She smiled at the thought.
She had spent the night with Aaron Taylor.
She buried her face in his pillow and breathed in his scent. It gave her chills.
Aaron could be heard shutting cabinets in the kitchen. Kelly got up hurriedly and rushed to the master bathroom to make herself presentable.
Once satisfied with her appearance, she joined him in the kitchen.
"Hey," he said brightly.
"Hi," she said softly, accepting his hug.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah. Very well, actually. And you?"
"As well as you can with a gorgeous woman next to you." He winked at her. "I have trouble sleeping in new places so I was concerned you might not sleep well."
"No. I slept great."
"Great," he repeated. "Now I need you to teach me how to cook breakfast for you," he joked, knowing what he normally ate would not be right for her.
After breakfast, Aaron's phone rang. He looked from the caller ID to Kelly and put a finger on his lips, signaling to stay quiet.
"Hey, Mom," he said before getting up to continue his conversation.
"Just eating some breakfast. How about you?"
Even though he left the room, Kelly could still hear him.
"Yeah, well, another year under his belt to hand over the rest of us. I'm sure he is thrilled."
"Probably not." He was a lot more solemn now. "I know." He was quiet. "I know. I just… there's a lot going on." He paused. "Well, just tell her... tell her I'm sorry."
Aaron said goodbye and rejoined Kelly in the kitchen without a word about the call.
The next few days had Kelly regretting her silence about the phone call. Aaron didn't call her or return her calls for almost three days, which was unlike him.
Kelly reminded herself that Aaron had started working again and as a result was busier than he had been. She went to visit him at the production company that Jerry, Dan, and two other guys owned. Aaron was helping with their newest project.
"Hey, Kelly," Dan welcomed her warmly.
"Hi, Dan," she smiled sweetly. "How are you?"
"Whoo. Busy. But that's good, right?"
"I always think so."
"I'll ask even though I know the answer. What brings you to our humble company? Want a job?" He teased.
"Aaron's been so busy recently. I thought I'd surprise him. Maybe take him to lunch."
"Well, he's not in the best mood today but then again, it is September." By her silence, Dan realized he had said too much.
"September? What does that mean?"
"Well, Aaron's brother, Bobby. His birthday's in September. So Aaron usually gets a little moody and goes back home for the birthday party. He's just never really liked his brother."
"Oh," she said. "Well, maybe I can get his mind off of it."
Dan pointed her toward where she could find Aaron. She knocked on his door before going in.
Obviously, he hadn't heard her. He was on the phone and was pacing the room. Upon entering, Kelly caught the tail end of his statement.
"Megan," he had said harshly before turning to see Kelly entering the room. He turned away from her. This was the last thing he needed.
Kelly was surprised he was speaking to anyone so harshly, much less his sister. She was embarrassed as the conversation continued, however, she couldn't escape. He had seen her come in; there was no slipping back out.
"Look, not this year. I can't.
"Megan. I do not expect you to get it.
"Yeah, no, I understand that. I understand it better than you, don't you think?"
It was obvious she had hung up without warning. Aaron put his phone down.
"Yes?" He finally spoke to Kelly.
"I-" her voice was hoarse. "I thought maybe you'd like to go to lunch."
"It's not really a good time."
"If you want to talk…"
"I don't."
"Dan told me-"
"Told you what?" he turned around quickly.
"Your brother's birthday. You go home for it."
"Dan should stay out of it. This isn't about-" He stopped short. "This isn't his business."
"He was just being nice to me."
Aaron snorted and Kelly felt her stomach lurch.
"Look," she said. "If you want to go back home, don't let me stop you."
"I'm not going but don't worry, you're not the reason."
Kelly was silent for a moment, letting the silence absorb his words. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me what's wrong. It's okay that you don't But I wish you did."
With that, she left.
The next day, Peter approached Kelly at work.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?" She asked quickly.
"You just seem a bit preoccupied. That's all."
"Oh."
"Let's see. Boy trouble?"
Kelly giggled. "Am I that obvious?"
"A lucky guess," Peter chuckled.
She smiled. It felt like it used to. Before Aaron's presence had made Peter distant. Before Aaron came along and distracted her attraction to Peter. Feeling this almost seemed like cheating. Almost.
"But how are you two having trouble? You're in that honeymoon phase. Well, not honeymoon because he doesn't do that." She rolled her eyes. "But you know, things are supposed to be easy."
"They were. But nothing stays perfect forever, right?"
Peter's gaze into her eyes caused her breath catch in her throat. "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
"I asked, didn't I?" he said softly. "But I guess if you'd feel more comfortable talking with Mindy or your mom, I understand."
"Well, Mom doesn't actually know so-"
"Wait, your mom doesn't know you're dating?"
"No. I don't want her looking him up on the internet before she ever meets him."
"I thought she didn't even know how to use a computer."
"Oh, she'd figure it out for this."
Kelly continued on about Aaron not calling her but Peter was preoccupied. Kelly was so close to her mother. She told her mom everything. How was it possible she didn't know about this?
"He's distant. I just don't know how to act around him."
"Have you tried talking to him about it?"
"Yeah, just yesterday actually."
"And?"
"Said he didn't want to talk about it. But he'd just been on the phone with his sister and he was… I don't know. He wasn't mean or anything. I've just never seen him anything but happy, I guess." She muddled the truth a bit about him being mean. She couldn't help it. She was afraid it might give Peter more ammunition.
"Are you sure it's his sister?"
Kelly's eyes shot up to look at Peter. "I… I didn't consider an alternative."
"Oh, Kelly. C'mon."
Was Peter right? Could it have been someone else Aaron was talking to? With her mind rushing, Kelly was unable to recall any detail of the conversation that would confirm the caller as his sister.
"Kelly, how well do you really know him?" He saw his opportunity. "I'm worried about you. That you're moving too fast with him. That you're trusting him too quickly." Kelly was silent and didn't look at him. Little did Peter know that he was the second person to mention how quickly she and Aaron were moving.
Peter was called to the set. Before leaving, he added.
"Look, all I can tell you, protect your heart. You've only got one, you know."
As he left, he passed Melinda, who had just finished her scenes.
"Hey, Kelly," she said as she sat down.
"Hi," Kelly stated quietly.
Melinda could tell she was distracted but she wasn't going to pry into Kelly's business.
"Let me ask you something."
"Okay," Melinda noticed how serious Kelly sounded.
"Am I moving too fast? Aaron and I, are we moving too fast?"
"Well…"
"We are, aren't we?" Kelly said quickly.
"I didn't say that."
"You were thinking it."
"I was thinking that you are moving fast. Too fast? I think that's up to you. Does it feel too fast to you?"
"Well… When I think about it-"
Melinda interrupted her. "Woah. 'When you think about it'?" She shook her head. "Love isn't about thinking. It's about feeling." She paused. "What does being with Aaron feel like?"
"It feels… like being young. I feel happy when I'm with him. Comfortable and safe."
"Does it feel right when you're together?"
Kelly hesitated, wanting to think before she answered.
"No thinking," Melinda reprimanded.
"Yes, it does. It feels right."
"Then screw what anyone else says. If you and Aaron are happy, that's all that matters. You are the one who has to live with your relationship. Not everyone else."
"Thanks, Mindy."
"So what's brought on these doubts?"
"Well, I was just telling Peter, Aaron's been acting odd lately. Distant."
"Hm, and you don't know why?"
"No. Well, I've got an idea. I overheard two phone calls. I think it's family trouble."
"Ah. Well, you can't force him to let you in."
"I know."
"Just try to be there for him. And remember he is young but more importantly, he's a man. They require a lot of patience and forgiveness," Mindy winked.
Kelly giggled. "Thanks, Mindy."
"You're welcome," she smiled as she left. Once she knew Kelly couldn't see her, she rolled her eyes.
"Peter," she cussed under her breath.
It would be close to the end of the day before Melinda could make her way to his trailer. He wasn't expecting her and she walked in as he was ending a phone call.
"Hello, Melinda. What brings you-"
She interrupted him. "What are you doing, Peter?"
His heart began to race. How did she know?
"I haven't done anything."
"He makes her happy, you know." Her voice remained steady. "I know you're used to that being you. But she's got someone now. It's not up to you to decide if he's good enough."
"I just don't want her to get hurt."
"Getting hurt is part of life, Peter. You can't protect her from it. And it's not your job to, anyway." She paused to let her words sink in before giving him one last instruction. "Leave it alone, Peter."
He watched her walk out of the door as he thought to himself that it may be a little late for that.
Author - viper209n
Fandom - --
Pairing - --
Status - In Progress
Rating - T
Chapter - 6/?
A/N : This is a work of fiction. I own nothing. Do not take this story seriously! It is not happening, it never happened.
I have taken several liberties for the sake of the story.
In this chapter, Kelly reveals some of her past. This is total fiction. Kelly is a private person and rarely mentions her childhood, family, or friends.
I know nothing about Kelly's true past and I never intend to. It's for her to know, not us.
Though Kelly is very much real, in this story, she is a character, just like Aaron, fictional.
Anything she says or does should not be taken as facts, whether they concern the past, present, or future.
Thank you. Please enjoy the chapter.
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'Cause there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
Set Fire to the Rain - Adele
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"Wanna go to a party?" Kelly asked as she opened her front door for Aaron.
He smiled at her bubbly mood before teasing her. "Um… are you going to be there?" He asked, walking into the living room.
"As long as I have a date," she teased back.
"Of course," he said sweetly before asking whose party it was.
"McG from work."
"Any occasion?"
"Yes and no. Rachel and Peter's birthdays were this month so that's the excuse but mainly McG just wants to have a party."
"Oh," Aaron paused. "So 'McG'? That's his name?"
"Yes. Well… I mean, I'm sure his parents didn't name him that."
They chuckled together. "Hey." Aaron put his hands up. "I don't judge."
Kelly giggled.
The party was two days later and Aaron was trying his best not to cling too much to Kelly. He didn't want to seem like he couldn't stand on his own in a room full of people. But Kelly kept him close.
She didn't want him to be overwhelmed by her friends and coworkers, or hazed again. However, she quickly learned she didn't have to worry about that. Aaron's charisma drew people to him.
He had no problem with the women. Of course, Kelly knew that wouldn't be a problem. Melinda, Rachel, and Autumn were gathered around him, clearly charmed by his subtle humor.
But, as soon as he could, Ben snatched Aaron away from the ladies to talk about college football. Kelly smiled as she watched them chat animatedly.
"I mean, no offense, Kelly, but if you weren't dating him, I would," Rachel joked, making Kelly laugh.
"He's a great guy," Autumn added.
"I know," Kelly said softly. "He is."
Ben and Aaron were still talking about football when McG turned on the huge television and called for everyone to join him in the entertainment room.
Kelly slipped her hand into Aaron's as they walked to the couch. She sat down on the sofa, pulling Aaron down beside her. As she snuggled into him a bit, she noticed Peter sitting quietly on the other side of the couch.
She had only seen him once this evening and hadn't heard him at all.
"Hey, Peter," she said quietly.
Aaron turned to see him and sent him a small wave. "Hey, man."
"Hey," he said, acknowledging them with a wave of his own. Kelly turned back toward Aaron and said something that was surely smart and witty. Peter watched as Aaron smiled and put a small kiss on her forehead, before being startled back to the present by McG's booming voice.
"Thanks everyone for coming to this viewing party-slash-birthday party-slash-just-cuz-I-wanna party." The room chuckled. "So before we watch the episode, I thought we could play a little game."
McG pressed a button on one of his many remote controls. The words 'Scene It? The O.C.' floated across the screen.
Kelly looked around, unsure of what exactly this was. As Melinda explained, 'Scene It' is a trivia game for the show and a lot of McG gatherings include a round or two of the game. Some people enjoyed it while others, not so much.
McG set the preferences to 'Random Group Play' and the game began. The first question was about a band which Adam answered right away. The next was a Ryan question which Ben was put on the spot to answer.
The questions varied in every way. Different characters, different seasons. Quotes, trivia, pictures.
After about a dozen questions, a title card flashed on the screen unlike one they'd seen in this game.
It read, 'Finish the Line.' McG explained quickly that the show would play but stop before it was over and it was up to you to finish the next line.
The scene started and it was from season two. Alan Dale and Kelly were in the Cohen kitchen. Yelling at each other.
"Why do you think Mom drank the way she did?" Kirsten Cohen yelled at her father.
"Oh, no," Kelly said, immediately getting up and pulling Aaron with her. The scene progressed as everyone laughed at her inability to stay. Aaron couldn't help but smile fondly at the woman pulling him toward the kitchen.
"I may like my chardonnay…" That's where the scene ended.
As Aaron and Kelly entered the kitchen, the living room boomed with everyone's voices in unison. "But I am not going to die alone and that's more than I can say for you!"
"I think they're winning now," Aaron teased her as he put a hand on her side, asking her to stop walking away. Finally, she turned to face him, her head still ducked down.
Aaron smiled at her before commenting quietly. "You're so cute."
Kelly looked up into his eyes. His sincere gaze coupled with his adoring smile melted her.
She smiled at him before resting her forehead against his. Their hands found each other and Kelly's smile grew wider. Aaron rubbed his nose gently against hers and she giggled.
Suddenly, Ben's voice and presence were in the kitchen. "You know, Kelly…" He stopped speaking after noticing their intimate posture. Aaron and Kelly immediately let each other go.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" He started.
At that moment, Peter walked in to join them. He quickly realized what had happened and hated the way it made him feel inside. The image of Aaron with his arms wrapped around Kelly, her hands in his hair. The image Peter had tried to keep out of his mind was now stuck there.
Despite Aaron's claimed virginity, Peter wasn't convinced. To him, even though subconsciously he knew better, the attraction between Kelly and this boy was merely physical. It didn't even occur to him that Ben might be embarrassed because he walked in on an intimate moment instead of an instant of heated passion.
"It's fine, Ben. This is a public place after all," Kelly said with a smile. Underneath the smile, she felt ten times more awkward with Peter there than she would have if it was just Ben that had walked in.
"Well, we are finished with the game. The feature presentation is starting," Ben stated.
"Thanks," Kelly said.
Peter said nothing, merely grabbing a beer and going back to his seat on the couch.
"Want a drink?" Aaron asked her as he grabbed a bottle of water. Kelly accepted water for herself and they walked with Ben back to the living room.
They returned to their spots on the couch. Peter's stomach lurched again as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aaron place another kiss on Kelly's head.
The show began and the lights turned off.
Aaron was thankful for the darkness. Within just a few minutes of the show starting, Kelly snuggled into him a bit more, knowing the darkness would hide them.
His hand slowly moved up and down her back. After about ten minutes of the relaxing gesture, Kelly leaned over and rested her head on his chest. Aaron smiled at her and stroked her hair softly. As they sat there, their focus wavered from the television. For Kelly, there was nothing but Aaron's heartbeat. To him, all he could pay attention to was the intoxicating scent of her hair.
Before they knew it the show wrapped, the party was over, and everyone was on their way home.
Friday Night
Kelly was over at Aaron's house, getting ready to watch one of each of their projects, like they had agreed to.
Aaron's selection was a ten minute compilation of commercials and small voiceovers he had done.
"My mom and Megan recorded all the things from when I first started," Aaron explained to Kelly as his television counterpart applied zit cream to his chin.
After much self deprecation from Aaron, his 'reel' was done. Kelly put a DVD into the player and sat down on the couch.
"This was my first big budget movie," she told him as the beginning menu for 'Hook' appeared on the screen.
"Hey. I've seen this movie!" Aaron exclaimed. "I didn't realize you were in it."
"Mmhm. I played Peter Pan's mother," she said, not informing him of how little screen time she actually had.
"Oh, ok. Yeah," he said awkwardly. He couldn't remember any scene with Peter Pan's mother. But he knew better than to tell her that.
They leaned back into the couch and Aaron put his arm over her, pulling her close to him. The movie began and eventually Kelly's part appeared. Aaron was torn between watching her on screen and watching her on his couch.
"Wow," he stated when her part was over.
She looked up at him, unsure of the meaning of his word.
"You played, like, the worst mother of all time." She smiled. "So…" he put his hand up. "High five for that." She hit his hand with hers and smiled as Aaron held onto it and gave it a squeeze.
"Seriously though, great job," he told her as he leaned in to give her a kiss.
"You too. I'm proud of you for getting rid of those blemishes," she said before he could kiss her. She gently touched his stubbled cheek.
He laughed with her before giving her a quick kiss.
As they watched the movie, they didn't seem to notice their eyes getting heavier.
A tight feeling in his neck woke Aaron. He let out a small groan as he worked the knot loose. He slowly began to realize what had caused the pain in the first place. He was still with Kelly on his couch. He smiled at her, knowing that since the movie was done and she hadn't moved, she was asleep. His legs were still on the coffee table and as he stretched them, he knocked over his empty cups.
Kelly's eyes opened sleepily and finally she looked up at Aaron. She smiled tiredly, her eyes still a bit hazy.
"Sorry I fell asleep on you," she said softly.
"Sorry for falling asleep on you," he answered.
She grinned as she stretched. "How long were we out? What time is it?" she asked, searching for a clock.
Aaron spied the digital television box. "Two o'clock," he chuckled.
"Two?" She shrieked, suddenly very awake. "I thought it was 12 or something." Her fingers were flying through her hair as she searched the room for her shoes and purse.
"I need to go," she said, pulling her shoes on.
"Woah," Aaron jumped up after her. "Kelly, it's late."
"Exactly why I need to go."
"It's 2 in the morning. And you're tired. You could fall asleep behind the wheel."
"Not likely. I'll be fine. I have to drive sleepy a lot."
"Well, you shouldn't if you don't have to. Plus, all the crazy people are out there right now."
"Aaron," she began.
"Please." He cut her off. "Please don't drive." His voice was soft, pleading.
Kelly's grip on her keys relented and they dropped into her bag.
"Then what do you propose I do?"
Aaron smiled gratefully. "Take my bed and I'll take the couch."
"No. I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. I'll take the couch."
"No way, Kelly. My mother raised me right. You take the bed and let me be a gentleman."
Kelly paused for a moment, finding the right words. "Well, if you're such a gentleman, then we should be fine sharing your bed, wouldn't you think?"
Aaron stammered on his words. "Uh…"
"I promise I'll stay on my side."
"O-kay," he said slowly. She grinned.
"Let's get you something to wear." He led the way back to his bedroom. Kelly followed slowly, suddenly very quiet. She had never been in his room before.
Aaron hadn't given a second thought to inviting Kelly into his room. It wasn't until she was standing in his room that Aaron noticed how messy it was.
Kelly took in her surroundings. His bed was large and unmade with dark sheets and two dark blankets strewn on top. Folded clothes sat on the floor in a corner.
A fan spun slowly on the ceiling. His walls were bare and the stand by his bed held merely a lamp, one book, and an alarm clock.
Kelly was surprised there were no photos of his family and friends. There were none in the rest of his apartment. After hearing him talk about them so often, she thought surely there would be photos in his room.
"So, pajamas," he said quickly. Kelly noted his tone of voice. She tried to look only at him, not wanting him to think she was judging his room.
When he turned to her, he had a t-shirt, a pair of boxer shorts, and pajama pants.
"Pants or shorts?" He asked. She stumbled for an answer, not wanting to make him uncomfortable but wanting to be comfortable herself as well.
"Hm," he pondered. "Probably shorts. My A/C isn't as low as yours, Canada," he grinned.
She took the shorts and a t-shirt and headed toward the bathroom. Before she could close the door, she could hear him rushing around his room, tossing what sounded like clothes and sheets. Kelly smirked. She figured maybe she should tell him to take his time tidying up since it would take her several minutes to curb the nervousness that was setting in.
She slowly removed her own clothes and folded them neatly. Finally, she held up the shirt Aaron had given her. It was a grey t-shirt with faded red writing. It had definitely been around for a while but the fabric was incredibly soft. Kelly pulled it over her head. It felt like it swallowed her slight frame. She looked in the mirror. While this 'Alabama football' shirt didn't make her feel very sexy, it was quite comfortable. She pulled the collar close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The shirt also smelled like Aaron, something she had noticed as she pulled it on.
She looked at herself in the mirror, amazed at how awake she now felt. The idea of sleeping in Aaron's bed with him had acted like a shot of espresso.
She stood nervously in front of the mirror, pulling at her hair, irritated by its messiness after her nap. After it seemed tame, she ran a finger under each eye, wiping the tiny smudges of mascara away. She was thankful that her makeup had been subtle so she could get away with not washing it all off. She wasn't sure she was quite ready for Aaron to see her without any makeup on. Ironic that just a few weeks ago she had been ready for him to see her without any clothes on. But things were different now. She looked at him differently now.
With one final hand through her hair and a long gargle of mouthwash, Kelly said goodbye to the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.
Aaron heard the door open and his heart, which only moments ago he had managed to settle, began to race once again. He looked her way as she walked into the room.
He was amazed. Was it possible that one person could look that good in anything?
"Hey," he said, barely keeping his voice even.
"Hi," she said softly. He had also changed and was now wearing a pair of dark blue pajamas pants and a red shirt that hung loosely on his shoulders.
He fumbled around with the odds and ends that cluttered his dresser while she stood on the other side of his bed. He had pulled the sheets back in a very neat fashion; something Kelly was sure was only done for her benefit. She smirked before looking back in Aaron's direction expecting to still be facing his back. However, she was surprised to see him staring back at her, a smile on his lips.
Aaron looked at her nervously, desperately wanting to ask her what she was thinking. She turned her back to him and sat on the side of the bed. He followed her lead and sat on the opposite side. A few moments passed in silence before a thought occurred to Aaron. He turned to look in Kelly's direction.
"Did you find everything okay? Do you need anything?"
Kelly turned to him. "No. No, I'm fine." She answered quickly startled by the sudden break in the quiet.
"Alright," Aaron said quietly. "I guess we're all ready then."
Neither moved.
"Really, Kelly. I'm fine to sleep on the couch." He reached for his pillow and stood up.
"No, Aaron." She put a hand on the pillow.
He sighed. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"You're not." Aaron raised his eyebrows. "I'm just a little nervous." He still didn't look convinced. "Promise." She smiled sweetly and he let go of the pillow.
"Nervous?" He asked as he sat back down and they both swing their legs onto the bed.
"Yeah," she answered softly.
"Nervous to get in my bed but eager to drag me into yours." He said with a chuckle.
"I was hoping we wouldn't bring that up." She said as she blushed and looked at her hands.
"Sorry." He chuckled before adding. "Just when I have you figured out." He winked at her.
She smiled. Aaron moved slowly and lay back against the pillows. Kelly paused before following him. He smiled at her as they faced one another in the bed.
"Good?" He asked her.
"Mmhmm," she nodded. Aaron reached over and turned out the light.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see Kelly, or at least her silhouette. Despite his having been asleep a few minutes prior, Aaron was wide awake. Having a beautiful woman in his bed was certainly having its effect on him.
"Aaron?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said, propping himself up on his elbow.
"I noticed… It just seemed a little odd. You don't have pictures of your family anywhere."
Without a word, he lay down on his back and looked at the ceiling. Kelly was about to apologize.
"I haven't felt at home here. I'm not really an LA person. I don't care much for parties. I don't do drugs. Apart from my job, Dan, Jerry, and now you, LA hasn't impressed me much. I get homesick. And pictures… only seem to make it worse." He paused before joking. "And I don't have any frames," he chuckled.
"I get that. Homesickness, I mean. There are things I love about LA but it'll never be home."
"Where's home?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Well, there's Ottawa where I was born and lived until I was twelve. But Toronto's where Mom lives and I spent my life from twelve to nineteen. They both feel like home but Toronto more so, I guess. Because Mom is there."
"Must be hard being so far away from her. You seem to be close to her."
"Well, we didn't have much of a choice. Being close, I mean," Kelly said with a sigh. "She had me when she and my father were seventeen. Needless to say, they weren't ready for a baby. Well, neither of them were but especially not my dad." She paused, wondering if it was too soon for this conversation. Before she could decide, the words were out of her mouth. "He left us when I was eight," her voice cracked and her ears turned pink. She was grateful to the darkness which hid them. "I haven't truly spoken to him in… I don't know how long. He's not even my dad anymore; he's just a guy with a drinking habit who bothers my mom."
Aaron didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected her to start baring her soul. It pained him to hear her so hurt and he longed to pull her into his arms.
Softly, he said, "So your father's an alcoholic and you portray one on TV?"
"Yeah, a little messed up. Or perfect match, I'm not sure."
"Must be hard." The only response was a sniffle. Aaron's chest tightened.
Suddenly, Kelly felt Aaron's warm hand gently cup her face and his lips embracing her in a slow comforting kiss.
When they broke away, Kelly giggled. "I promised to stay on my side."
"Yeah, well… I changed my mind." He rolled onto his back but stayed close to her, holding her hand.
"So are you close to your parents?"
Aaron stopped breathing for a minute and his hand tightened around hers. Quickly, he came to his senses, loosened his grip, and took a breath, hoping Kelly hadn't noticed.
"Um, Mom and I are close enough. My dad…" his throat felt dry. "He's not around."
"Oh, Aaron, I'm sorry."
"I don't really talk about it."
"That's okay. You don't have to." She said, snuggling into him.
After several moments of silence, Aaron spoke. "I'm so not tired. How'd that happen?"
"I know it. We were knocked out on the couch but now I'm wide awake."
Aaron chuckled. "Me too."
"Can I ask you another question?"
He swallowed thickly. "Mmhm."
"When did you decide to wait?"
Aaron smiled in both reliefs in amusement. "I was wondering when you would ask."
"What? A girl gets curious."
"Relax, sweetie. I have no problem telling you." He chuckled. "Well, the South is notoriously religious. My family wasn't much for church though. Sometimes we'd go for Christmas or Easter but nothing regular. But when I was almost 16 I went to a youth service on Wednesday, which my friends and I often did. It was a free air conditioned, parent approved place to hang out.
"This particular night's topic was purity. So they separated the girls and guys and the younger kids and older kids. I wasn't really listening until the speaker made a point that really hit me. He said, 'Your future wife is out there right now. Maybe she's in this room, maybe she's 100 miles away. But she's perfect for you and she's out there. And just like you, she'll be tempted to have sex. She'll have boys, and later men, interested in her. She may kiss someone else, touch someone else, have sex with someone who's not you. And when you finally meet her that could cause some jealousy and mistrust. Would you love for her to be yours and only yours? To be the only one to see her vulnerable like that, the only one to see her naked, to touch her.'
"I'm paraphrasing here, by the way. But I thought that sounded nice. Then the speaker added, 'However, you have no control over your future wife. She's going to do what she wants to do. The only person you can control is yourself. Wouldn't you like to be able to give that gift to your wife? That you are hers and only hers.' I went home and kept thinking about what he had said. Finally I just decided that I wanted to give that gift to my wife. She'll never worry that I'm comparing her to anyone else. She won't have to wonder if I have an STD or if I've ever gotten a girl pregnant. She'll know I'm hers and only hers."
"Wow." She said softly, truly touched by his words. "There aren't many men who think like that, who care about their future wife."
"Well, I've never worried myself with a search for my soul mate or something like that. I'm of the camp that love finds you, not the other way around."
"I've got a lot of respect for you, Aaron Taylor," she said and snuggled further into him.
"Likewise, Kelly Rowan." They smiled before settling into a comfortable silence. Soon, Kelly's soft snore floated through the room. Aaron smiled sleepily at the adorable noise before slumber overtook him.
He woke the next day with his girlfriend's body curled up next to him. She faced him though her golden curls shadowed his view. His hand gently rested on her waist.
Aaron smiled at her sleeping form before silently creeping gout of bed and letting her sleep in.
A little while after he had left, Kelly woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. She smiled at the thought.
She had spent the night with Aaron Taylor.
She buried her face in his pillow and breathed in his scent. It gave her chills.
Aaron could be heard shutting cabinets in the kitchen. Kelly got up hurriedly and rushed to the master bathroom to make herself presentable.
Once satisfied with her appearance, she joined him in the kitchen.
"Hey," he said brightly.
"Hi," she said softly, accepting his hug.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah. Very well, actually. And you?"
"As well as you can with a gorgeous woman next to you." He winked at her. "I have trouble sleeping in new places so I was concerned you might not sleep well."
"No. I slept great."
"Great," he repeated. "Now I need you to teach me how to cook breakfast for you," he joked, knowing what he normally ate would not be right for her.
After breakfast, Aaron's phone rang. He looked from the caller ID to Kelly and put a finger on his lips, signaling to stay quiet.
"Hey, Mom," he said before getting up to continue his conversation.
"Just eating some breakfast. How about you?"
Even though he left the room, Kelly could still hear him.
"Yeah, well, another year under his belt to hand over the rest of us. I'm sure he is thrilled."
"Probably not." He was a lot more solemn now. "I know." He was quiet. "I know. I just… there's a lot going on." He paused. "Well, just tell her... tell her I'm sorry."
Aaron said goodbye and rejoined Kelly in the kitchen without a word about the call.
The next few days had Kelly regretting her silence about the phone call. Aaron didn't call her or return her calls for almost three days, which was unlike him.
Kelly reminded herself that Aaron had started working again and as a result was busier than he had been. She went to visit him at the production company that Jerry, Dan, and two other guys owned. Aaron was helping with their newest project.
"Hey, Kelly," Dan welcomed her warmly.
"Hi, Dan," she smiled sweetly. "How are you?"
"Whoo. Busy. But that's good, right?"
"I always think so."
"I'll ask even though I know the answer. What brings you to our humble company? Want a job?" He teased.
"Aaron's been so busy recently. I thought I'd surprise him. Maybe take him to lunch."
"Well, he's not in the best mood today but then again, it is September." By her silence, Dan realized he had said too much.
"September? What does that mean?"
"Well, Aaron's brother, Bobby. His birthday's in September. So Aaron usually gets a little moody and goes back home for the birthday party. He's just never really liked his brother."
"Oh," she said. "Well, maybe I can get his mind off of it."
Dan pointed her toward where she could find Aaron. She knocked on his door before going in.
Obviously, he hadn't heard her. He was on the phone and was pacing the room. Upon entering, Kelly caught the tail end of his statement.
"Megan," he had said harshly before turning to see Kelly entering the room. He turned away from her. This was the last thing he needed.
Kelly was surprised he was speaking to anyone so harshly, much less his sister. She was embarrassed as the conversation continued, however, she couldn't escape. He had seen her come in; there was no slipping back out.
"Look, not this year. I can't.
"Megan. I do not expect you to get it.
"Yeah, no, I understand that. I understand it better than you, don't you think?"
It was obvious she had hung up without warning. Aaron put his phone down.
"Yes?" He finally spoke to Kelly.
"I-" her voice was hoarse. "I thought maybe you'd like to go to lunch."
"It's not really a good time."
"If you want to talk…"
"I don't."
"Dan told me-"
"Told you what?" he turned around quickly.
"Your brother's birthday. You go home for it."
"Dan should stay out of it. This isn't about-" He stopped short. "This isn't his business."
"He was just being nice to me."
Aaron snorted and Kelly felt her stomach lurch.
"Look," she said. "If you want to go back home, don't let me stop you."
"I'm not going but don't worry, you're not the reason."
Kelly was silent for a moment, letting the silence absorb his words. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me what's wrong. It's okay that you don't But I wish you did."
With that, she left.
The next day, Peter approached Kelly at work.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?" She asked quickly.
"You just seem a bit preoccupied. That's all."
"Oh."
"Let's see. Boy trouble?"
Kelly giggled. "Am I that obvious?"
"A lucky guess," Peter chuckled.
She smiled. It felt like it used to. Before Aaron's presence had made Peter distant. Before Aaron came along and distracted her attraction to Peter. Feeling this almost seemed like cheating. Almost.
"But how are you two having trouble? You're in that honeymoon phase. Well, not honeymoon because he doesn't do that." She rolled her eyes. "But you know, things are supposed to be easy."
"They were. But nothing stays perfect forever, right?"
Peter's gaze into her eyes caused her breath catch in her throat. "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
"I asked, didn't I?" he said softly. "But I guess if you'd feel more comfortable talking with Mindy or your mom, I understand."
"Well, Mom doesn't actually know so-"
"Wait, your mom doesn't know you're dating?"
"No. I don't want her looking him up on the internet before she ever meets him."
"I thought she didn't even know how to use a computer."
"Oh, she'd figure it out for this."
Kelly continued on about Aaron not calling her but Peter was preoccupied. Kelly was so close to her mother. She told her mom everything. How was it possible she didn't know about this?
"He's distant. I just don't know how to act around him."
"Have you tried talking to him about it?"
"Yeah, just yesterday actually."
"And?"
"Said he didn't want to talk about it. But he'd just been on the phone with his sister and he was… I don't know. He wasn't mean or anything. I've just never seen him anything but happy, I guess." She muddled the truth a bit about him being mean. She couldn't help it. She was afraid it might give Peter more ammunition.
"Are you sure it's his sister?"
Kelly's eyes shot up to look at Peter. "I… I didn't consider an alternative."
"Oh, Kelly. C'mon."
Was Peter right? Could it have been someone else Aaron was talking to? With her mind rushing, Kelly was unable to recall any detail of the conversation that would confirm the caller as his sister.
"Kelly, how well do you really know him?" He saw his opportunity. "I'm worried about you. That you're moving too fast with him. That you're trusting him too quickly." Kelly was silent and didn't look at him. Little did Peter know that he was the second person to mention how quickly she and Aaron were moving.
Peter was called to the set. Before leaving, he added.
"Look, all I can tell you, protect your heart. You've only got one, you know."
As he left, he passed Melinda, who had just finished her scenes.
"Hey, Kelly," she said as she sat down.
"Hi," Kelly stated quietly.
Melinda could tell she was distracted but she wasn't going to pry into Kelly's business.
"Let me ask you something."
"Okay," Melinda noticed how serious Kelly sounded.
"Am I moving too fast? Aaron and I, are we moving too fast?"
"Well…"
"We are, aren't we?" Kelly said quickly.
"I didn't say that."
"You were thinking it."
"I was thinking that you are moving fast. Too fast? I think that's up to you. Does it feel too fast to you?"
"Well… When I think about it-"
Melinda interrupted her. "Woah. 'When you think about it'?" She shook her head. "Love isn't about thinking. It's about feeling." She paused. "What does being with Aaron feel like?"
"It feels… like being young. I feel happy when I'm with him. Comfortable and safe."
"Does it feel right when you're together?"
Kelly hesitated, wanting to think before she answered.
"No thinking," Melinda reprimanded.
"Yes, it does. It feels right."
"Then screw what anyone else says. If you and Aaron are happy, that's all that matters. You are the one who has to live with your relationship. Not everyone else."
"Thanks, Mindy."
"So what's brought on these doubts?"
"Well, I was just telling Peter, Aaron's been acting odd lately. Distant."
"Hm, and you don't know why?"
"No. Well, I've got an idea. I overheard two phone calls. I think it's family trouble."
"Ah. Well, you can't force him to let you in."
"I know."
"Just try to be there for him. And remember he is young but more importantly, he's a man. They require a lot of patience and forgiveness," Mindy winked.
Kelly giggled. "Thanks, Mindy."
"You're welcome," she smiled as she left. Once she knew Kelly couldn't see her, she rolled her eyes.
"Peter," she cussed under her breath.
It would be close to the end of the day before Melinda could make her way to his trailer. He wasn't expecting her and she walked in as he was ending a phone call.
"Hello, Melinda. What brings you-"
She interrupted him. "What are you doing, Peter?"
His heart began to race. How did she know?
"I haven't done anything."
"He makes her happy, you know." Her voice remained steady. "I know you're used to that being you. But she's got someone now. It's not up to you to decide if he's good enough."
"I just don't want her to get hurt."
"Getting hurt is part of life, Peter. You can't protect her from it. And it's not your job to, anyway." She paused to let her words sink in before giving him one last instruction. "Leave it alone, Peter."
He watched her walk out of the door as he thought to himself that it may be a little late for that.