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Post by mala1152 on Jan 14, 2011 20:45:18 GMT -5
alright, heres the next bit...sorry its taken a while since i updated last! i hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 14 con't
Then, suddenly, after a little jerk on my wrists, the boy was gone, and I could move freely away from the wall again. Dare I open my eyes? I did, and what I saw both caused my heart to beat even faster from fright (if that was possible) and to lift with a sensation of relief. Damian had come, miraculously, and pulled the boy away from me at the last moment. The boy had just thrown Damian’s strong, rough hand off his shoulder, and turned to face him now instead. The expression on Damian’s face was one I had never seen before, and one I hoped never to see again. It was a look of the utmost loathing, an anger so deep that it contorted his perfect features. If this glare were directed at me, I would probably scream and run for cover! As it was, that was not the case, and I saw that the boy also looked aggressive and angry. Oh my God, I thought as it finally dawned on me that they were about to fight. NO! my mind screamed as I thought of Damian getting hurt. I could not let that happen! I had no words to tell them to stop; my whole gift of speech seemed to have vacated me since I exited the bathroom. Instead, I ran to Damian, which was not very far considering the small space. He had his arms and hands extended outward a bit, enough for me to tuck under his left arm and place a calming touch on his chest. At first, Damian placed one hand on my waist in an attempt to throw me out of the way, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I pressed the front of my body into Damian’s left side, my head in front of his shoulder. I placed my left hand on his chest, and he seemed to relax the slightest bit at my touch. With my other arm, I clung to him, still scared, but now scared for both of us. “Come on,” I said, suddenly regaining the ability to speak. “Come on, Damian! Let’s go!” My voice sounded unnatural, panicky. I tugged at his waist in an attempt to sway him, but he remained firmly planted to the spot. “Damian, please! We need to go.” At the word ‘please,’ Damian relented. His left arm came down on me, wrapped protectively around me as I still clung to him. His right hand clenched into a fist, he led me away without another word. Before I knew it, we were somehow outside, walking on the sidewalk. I couldn’t comprehend what just happened; my head swam and my eyes unfocused. I could barely blink as I rethought what occurred. Damian…saved me. From that…well, not boy, but from that creep. That kid tried to kiss me! What was going through his stupid little brain was beyond me. And then…Damian’s anger at him…he was so worried about me, so protective of me! Under other circumstances, it would be quite attractive, but I was too shocked to feel that. Again without me knowing, I was being planted firmly on a seat by strong, but now gentle, hands. I started to come to, regain some sense of my surroundings, and I noticed that while I was sitting, my body still trembling, Damian was pacing angrily in front of me. I looked around and recognized the outside of Mack’s hotel, and the bench that was underneath me. Next to me was an ashtray, and I pieced together that we were outside the hotel lobby, where people usually went to smoke. What still confused me, though, was Damian’s continued angry expression. It did not make sense to me; I was so glad to be out of there, away from that boy, and that Damian had come out without a scratch. He did not seem to share my relief. “Damian,” I asked shakily. Either he did not hear me, or he was ignoring my quiet voice. “Damian,” I said again, more loudly this time. “Damian, what’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” he asked angrily, facing me for the first time. He was breathing heavily, his breath coming out loudly through his flaring nostrils. His face was not as hating and livid as before, but his blue eyes still blazed intensely. “There’s no reason to be acting so mad. You’re fine, Damian,” I soothed. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Damian stopped pacing, and looked temporarily calm. He took one look at my face, which I’m sure still looked petrified and nervous, and sat down next to me on the bench. I slowly revolved to turn my body to face his, our knees knocking together. “Mala,” he almost crooned, “I don’t care about me right now. Are you okay?” “Me?” I asked. “Yes, I’m fine.” “No lies.” His deep, smooth voice was penetrating my ears, as well as the commandment behind it. “Yes, Damian, that’s the truth, I’m fine!” My wavering voice betrayed my words. Damian took both my hands in his. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look terrified.” I laughed nervously, which came out not even sounding like a laugh. “Yeah, well, I was – I was scared.” “What did you mean, ‘what’s wrong?!’” he quoted me, after a few seconds of silence. “I’m – I’m mad, I’m furious, I could kill that guy! I didn’t care about me, if we were in a stupid fight, Mala, I was worried about you.” He guessed my thoughts correctly. “When I saw him – what even happened anyway?” I took a deep breath. It seemed as though I’d have to relive it all to tell Damian what went on around the corner of the hallway. “Well,” I began, my voice still weak. “When I came out of the bathroom, he was there, and he backed me up against the wall. Then he – then he-” I cut off, my throat hurting from suppressing the cry that wished to escape. Tears were forming in my eyes. I tried to bury them both within me. “Then he took both of my wrists and tried to…to kiss me.” My voice was nearly a whisper by the end. Damian squeezed my hands sympathetically, and then held me in a warm embrace. I let out a breath, and with it, I released all my pent up emotion of terror and the feeling of wanting to cry. As long as Damian held me, I knew I’d be all right, that I’d be safe. I cut the embrace short by asking, “But what about you? How did you know to come find me?” He leaned back from me and began to speak. “Well, I watched you pass those two in the chairs when you first got up, and when I saw the other guy get up, I started to get a little suspicious. When you didn’t come back, I got up and found you two at the end of the hallway, and he was-” He cut off in an angry, absolute way. His hands, holding both of mine again, squeezed once more into tight fists. It hurt a little. “Damian, please, please just don’t worry about it.” “How can I not?!” “Because! I’m fine, you’re fine, and we’re still together! So just…forget it. For me. Please?” Damian sighed, and then nodded his head in agreement. He was quiet for the rest of the morning.
i know, i know, im a sucker for a cliche! with this post, we're a little over halfway through the story, and almost finished with my series! ill try to update again soon, probably by tuesday...reply reply reply! thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 17, 2011 12:42:31 GMT -5
alright, so here goes... i lost my flash drive a few weeks ago, and right before i did, i forgot to save a part right smack dab in the middle of the story. instead of trying to redo it and have it sound mediocre, i just edited the next part of the story to fit around it. the only thing that is probably really important from the missing chunk is that they are now in ireland, and abby is staying with mack. sorry about not fitting it in, but this story is long enough already...but anyway, here goes!Chapter 15 “Abs!” came a loud whisper from above me. “Abs!” “Hm? What?” I answered groggily. “I’m going now,” said Mack. I opened my eyes just enough to see her. “Remember, you have to be back here for your stuff by four, before we all leave.” “Okay, okay, I know!” I hissed. I was up late the previous night with Damian, so naturally I should be a little cranky at being woken up early. “Is there anything else, Mack?” I sat up now, more awake, to talk to her in her otherwise empty hotel room. “No,” she said. “Do you know what you’re gonna do yet? Where you’re going to stay?” I shook my head and sighed. Since my staying with Mack was only temporary, as she had to leave to go to Italy, I would need to find other accommodations. Of course, Damian and I hadn’t thought about that since I arrived; we were a little preoccupied. But now, Mack had stayed her three nights in Ireland and was off, and I was left with nowhere to go. This constituted a problem. I watched Mack leave, and was lying down again before the door clicked shut behind her. I thought of my past few days here in Ireland with Damian. He showed me the town, and every day we went someplace different: a movie, shopping, to play soccer; you name it, we did it. We hung out around town, and Damian introduced me to his friends. He displayed me proudly to a couple of his buddies, his arm around my waist and a smile on his face as he did so. We had almost that whole day to ourselves! The next day, or yesterday, was not quite the same case. Damian’s parents, still unsuspecting, kept him home most of the day. While I was trying to spend every moment I could with Damian before my pending departure, it was nice to have some time alone. I went for a run, read a book, and watched a soccer game close by. Damian was free for dinner, so we kept it casual and ate Chinese takeout while watching another soccer game. Now, today, who knew what Damian had planned, if he planned anything at all! Whatever we did, it would have to be over by four o’clock so I could gather my things from Mack’s room and relocate to…wherever! It was 7:30. Damian probably would not be awake for a few more hours, limiting our already shortened time together. As much as I wanted to call him and wake him up so we could spend the day together, and laugh, and kiss, and never have to leave his side…he probably wanted some sleep, like I did. I let him be. Closing my eyes, I imagined the places I could possibly stay, here in Ireland. Damian’s was out of the question, as was a hotel. Firstly, I was too young to rent a room by myself; people would get suspicious! Secondly, I just did not have that kind of money. So where was I to go? Suddenly, an image appeared before me, a haunting picture of me boarding a plane today to go back home, with nowhere else to sleep, leaving behind an irate, sad Damian and some of the possibly best days of my life – I sat bolt upright, jerking out of my dream – a nightmare, I mean! Right then, my determination set in to find Damian as soon as possible, sit him down, and not stand back up until I had a place to stay. The clock read 8:30; I’d been asleep an hour already. I decided not to call him yet – I might sound a bit desperate if I woke him up. Calming myself with a hot shower seemed like a good idea. By the time I finished showering, brushing my teeth, dressing, and taming my hair, it was nearly 9:00. He must be awake by now, I figured, so I dialed his cell phone number and waited for him to answer. “Hey, Mala. I was just about to call you,” he said as he picked up the phone. “Oh really? Well, what about?” “Just wanted to see where you wanted to meet me today,” Damian explained. “How about that soccer field we were at yesterday?” I took a breath to say something else, but Damian answered before I could start. “Okay, sounds good, I’ll-” “Wait!” I called. “We don’t have to do anything special today, really, we can just, you know, hang out. And we still need to figure out…we need to talk about where I’m going to stay.” “We will,” he replied casually, brushing the topic aside. “We will. But first, what do you say to meeting at the field and going for breakfast?” I sighed. He obviously did not want to talk about this now, so I agreed and hung up. We went to a quaint donut shop to grab a small bite to eat. I tried to bring up that subject again, but to no avail. “Damian, we really need to find a place for me to stay, you know that Mack’s-” “Hang on a minute, it’s our turn in line.” Again, he danced agilely around the looming issue at hand. I did not want to press him on this, but something needed to be arranged! “Damian,” I said more firmly around an hour later, near the mall we ventured to a few days ago, “Come on, we need to think of somebody who would let me sl-” “Okay, we will, just let me say hi to one of my mates over here,” Damian said. Once again, he dodged my question! He walked over to his friend, and I followed; I was getting seriously annoyed and was ready to drag him away from his friend to talk about this if necessary. During one particularly long pause, I tugged at Damian’s hand and said, “We should probably go,” but he struck up another conversation that lasted another while. By noon, he had brushed aside every single mention of the topic before I could even finish my thought. It was getting quite old by now, and I was determined to get an answer out of him if it killed me. Why was he so keen not to talk about it? He knew it was a pressing matter, and yet he still chose to ignore it. Did he think that we had all the time in the world, that it was unimportant? What did he expect me to do when I had no place to go? It was almost as if he didn’t care that I would have to leave if I did not find somewhere to sleep. The clock on my phone read 12:15. I asked Damian if we could head back to the soccer fields, and he led the way. Luckily, they were empty, and except for an occasional passerby, the small soccer complex was deserted. This was good; now I could really get down to business without so many distractions. I think Damian knew this, for as soon as we discovered the park was vacant, he started getting a little more fidgety than usual. “Let’s sit,” I instructed, and sat down at once. I turned sharply and with a hard expression glared at Damian. He intelligently kept his distance. “We are going to think of a place for me to stay, and you are not going to keep tossing aside the subject like you don’t even want to talk about it!” I said, my voice slightly raised in an attempt to make my words get through to him. “Well, I don’t want to talk about it right now,” he said simply. “There’s no need to.” “‘No need to’? Are you serious?” I was beyond exasperation at this point. “Mack is leaving at four today. That doesn’t exactly give us a lot of time, Damian! If I don’t have someplace to stay in four hours, then I have to board a plane and go back home.” He said nothing. “…meaning that I would have to leave!” I stared at him with my eyebrows raised, for none of this seemed to register with him. His face remained the same. “Why aren’t you talking to me? Do you understand that, as of right now, this is our last day together?” “Yes, I understand that, I’m not stupid,” he snapped. “Then why did you brush it off all morning? It almost seems like you don’t care if I leave or not. Like you want me to go.” I had not thought of this before; the mention of it now pierced me through the heart. Having Damian send me away would do nothing short of crushing me. “Of course I don’t want that!” he exclaimed. Finally, something finally got through his thick head! “I would never want you to leave! How could you think that?” “Damian,” I said more calmly now, “I can’t stay here forever. As much as it kills me to say it, I’m going to have to leave sooner or later. Did you seriously think that if we didn’t talk about it, I would never have to leave?” I could not see his eyes, for he cast them downward long ago. I waited for him to speak, but after he made it clear he was not, I continued. “I don’t want to leave; I want to stay here with you forever and a day! But that’s just not the way it is, and if we don’t find somewhere for me to stay, I will be leaving sooner, rather than later.” He continued to look away from me for such a long time, I could not stand it. I gently raised my hand and slowly turned his face back to mine. Damian’s deep blue eyes bored into my own, and I was temporarily out of breath. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning in and touching his forehead to mine. “I won’t let anything force you to leave today. Stay.” “Of course,” I sighed, and we stayed there like that, faces close and hands held, for a long time. so there it is.... just so ya'll know, when this story is over ( ) im gonna be starting a new series! ive already started, but its still a very very very rough draft. dont forget about it, and ill let you know as soon as i post the first part! reply please, you know how i love 'em! thanks again for reading!
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Post by celticbear on Jan 17, 2011 23:36:19 GMT -5
Mala! something tells me Damo has already found a place for Abby to stay! Loved this Update! Cute how she and Damo had thier first fight! Now make them Kiss and Makeup in the next UPDATE! Sits Patiently and non-threating on her Keith rock till Mala Updates! Can the same be said about a certain hockey crazed person!
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Post by redqueen on Jan 23, 2011 14:26:14 GMT -5
Hey guys. It is fine for you to chit-chat but would you please keep it to the "Chat Board". If you do it here we have to go through and read each one and then delete it and it takes a LOT of time for the mods and admins to do that. Thanks a bunch!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Jan 23, 2011 14:35:05 GMT -5
Ok sorry about that! We won't do it again! Now Mala udpate this story!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 23, 2011 16:26:22 GMT -5
heres the next bit...
Chapter 18
Why I never thought of this sooner, I will never know. After all those weeks of planning and strategizing, to leave out such an important detail and then to find the answer that was staring us in the face was almost shocking. How could I have not thought of this? I thought as I plopped my bags down in Keith’s house, just before four o’clock that afternoon. “Sorry this is such short notice,” I said apologetically as I seized a duffel bag from Keith, who was walking through his front door, Damian trailing him. “I hope I’m not imposing.” “Yeah, well, when I said I’d help you two with your plans,” Keith stressed the word, “I never thought you meant like this!” He sounded a little annoyed, like he was reprimanding a pair of five-year-olds for making a mess. “Keith, c’mon, man, you said you’d let her stay!” Damian argued. “I know,” he grumbled in reply. “But if you two get caught, my name stays out of this!” Geez, I thought, stop being such a baby! With Keith acting a little reluctant to take me in, I wondered what Damian could have possibly said over the phone to convince him to help us out. When we finally figured out that, because Keith lived close and I was comfortable staying in his house, he was the perfect person to call. Damian hurriedly dialed him up and explained our predicament. He walked away to do so, and all I could make out were strained voices and hurried speech. At the time, I was too excited that I found a place to stay that I did not think too much of it. Now, however, I was a little worried. “Are you sure that having me stay won’t be a problem?” I asked Keith. He turned to look at me. Behind him, Damian was glaring at the back of his head. “Of course not,” Keith replied, his face softening. Damian’s tense posture slackened, and I exhaled in relief. “You just took me by surprise, is all.” “Thanks, Keith.” And with that, he left us. I was grateful he was not enforcing any house rules or anything outrageous from us. Damian showed me to the living room, which was small and simple, with plain furniture and a TV. There were faint circles on the coffee table from what I guessed were Guinness bottles, and one of Keith’s many guitar cases was leaning against the arm of the couch. I picked up my duffel bag, but Damian took it from my hands and dropped it behind the couch. He mussed up his hair, fixed his sleeves, put his hands in and out of his pockets; in other words, he was fidgeting restlessly. He even had a faint pink bit of blush in his cheeks. “So,” he began sheepishly, not meeting my gaze, “About earlier…s-sorry I was so…um…” “Infuriating?” I finished with a smile. “Yeah,” he grinned back, and his lagoon blue eyes finally met mine. “Infuriating. I didn’t mean…” Well, his apologies needed work, but it is the thought that counts! My laugh cut off his mumbled speech, and I hugged his waist; his arms, slightly raised in surprise, settled down over me for a short embrace. Damian was the one to break the hug, but only, it seemed, for a kiss. He pulled my chin up with one hand and kept his other on my back. We leaned closer, closer, until our lips were almost touching when – “Hey!” shouted Keith, who burst through the doorway into the living room. All I saw over Damian’s shoulder was Keith with some large white blob in his arms before I tripped backward over the couch in fright. My surprised jump left me with my feet dangling over the back of the couch and the rest of me flopped, hidden, on the couch. Because Damian and I had been about to kiss, he started to fall over with me, but caught himself in time. Mortified, I raised myself above the couch to view the scene before me. When I saw Keith doubled over with laughter and Damian standing awkwardly and smiling, I wanted to sink right back down out of sight. As it was, though, I bore it with a grimace and a pink face. I rested my face on my hands and waited. “Well,” Keith started, after his laughing fit, and also began to look a little uncomfortable. “I went and got you some pillows and a blanket. Sorry, but you get the couch.” I thanked him and put the sheets and pillow aside. Keith left the room and called over his shoulder, “Damo, you’re welcome to stay for a while. I’m just gonna finish up this piece real quick.” Damian shrugged and threw himself over the couch to plop down next to me. “What’s he doing?” I asked him curiously as he casually flicked on the TV. “Oh, not much. He’s just in the middle of writing a song on his guitar. That’s probably why he was in a bad mood when we came.” “Oh.” We had just finished the last half of a Glee rerun when Damian’s phone rang. “Hello? Oh, hey Mum…” He straightened up and eased away from me. “Right now? Oh, I’m just…over at Keith’s. Yeah, he’s busy writing now. What’s up? Right now?” He sighed. “Alright, I can be there in a little over a half an hour. Okay, Mum. Yupp. Bye.” My heart sank. “You’re leaving? Already?” “Yeah,” Damian said, “Mum wants me home, she said I have to be home for dinner and that I have to help with some errands. I’ve been out of the house so much this week, there’s things to do! Sorry, Mala,” he finished, standing up. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Okay,” I mumbled. “Love you,” I felt the need to tell him. “Love you, too,” he responded, and leaned down to where I remained seated on the couch to give me a quick kiss goodbye. As soon as he straightened up, Keith walked in and said, “Oh, Damo, you’re not gonna stay for dinner?” “Nah, I’ve got to get home.” “Oh, alright. Bye.” “See ya later,” said Damian, and he closed the front door behind him.
so, whatd ya think? read and reply, you know how much i love it when you do!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 27, 2011 16:46:23 GMT -5
sorry to keep you all waiting...i just started a new semester, and my classes are quite HELLish. naturally, school comes first, so that unfortunately means that sometimes stories might take a back seat. but anyway, without anymore rambling on my part, heres the next part!
Chapter 18 con't
Then it was awkwardly silent; I had not spoken to Keith since last October when they were all in Montclair. Just for something to do, I flipped through the channels with the remote. I heard Keith walk out of the room and into what I guessed was the kitchen. Was the whole night going to be like this? I sincerely hoped not! If it was, Damian was definitely dragging his sorry butt back here for me to have someone to talk to! However, Keith broke out silence when he reentered the room. “Pizza for dinner?” he asked casually, a takeout menu in one hand, a phone in the other. “Sure,” I said. “Anything’s fine.” I heard his voice float in from the kitchen, where he ordered the pizza, and soon he was walking back into the living room, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, and beginning a conversation. “So, Damian told me about your ‘plans’ a while ago. How did they actually go?” I told him the story of how I toured Oxford, left my mom, and came to Ireland, gliding over the more sensitive subjects, such as Kensington and the two guys in Starbucks in England. I told him right up to this afternoon, when Mack finally left. “And then that’s where you come into the picture,” I finished. “Wow,” Keith said, an impressed look upon his face. “When are you going back home?” “I don’t know,” I sighed. “As much as I’d love to stay, I can’t stay forever.” “That sucks,” he commented. “Yeah, it really does. I don’t think Damian has really…grasped the idea of me leaving yet.” Neither have I, really, I thought to myself silently. “He waited ‘til the last minute to suggest bringing me here, to your house, like we had all the time in the world!” “Hmph. That sounds like him,” he added. “Stubborn,” I murmured. “Stupid,” he replied. “Hey!” I laughed. “Be nice!” Keith laughed, too. “I know, I’m only saying her could’ve been a little smarter about it.” That brought up an interesting point, in my mind. “Do you think Damian and I are being stupid about all of this? About running away and whatnot?” He pondered this for a moment. “Yes and no,” was his vague answer. “Please explain.” “Well, yes because you’re way too young to be running off with your boyfriend, especially when you’re on the other side of the world from everyone you know, like your family.” “Whoa, it’s not like we’re eloping or anything insane,” I defended. “I know, but still, it wasn’t the best idea, whether you have good plans or not.” I was silent a moment before prompting, “And no because…?” I needed a silver lining, here! He grinned. “And no because…when two people are as crazy about each other as you guys are, why not?” I rolled my eyes, but mostly to avoid his gaze. I was embarrassed at him noticing how ‘crazy about each other’ Damian and I were. “Oh, c’mon, Abby!” he exclaimed incredulously. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how…how serious you two are!” “No, it just takes someone with eyes…and who feels the need to interrupt us all the time!” I glanced at him meaningfully, and smacked him with a pillow as we both recalled not only his interruption today, but last fall when he, Mack, and Ryan intruded on us. After a second, I was chuckling as well. “I couldn’t help it!” he cried. “At least I left you two alone for a bit and didn’t ‘interrupt’ just now, when Damian left.” “You were there the whole time?!” I asked, my face burning redder. “Oh, don’t be so embarrassed,” he soothed. “It’s not that big a deal. We all feel like we know you, Damian talks about you so much!” “Oh, really? What does he talk about?” “Just about you. About how you play soccer, and how your little brothers hate the game. And about how you and Mack are so close.” “Okay,” I tried in interject, but he kept going. “And how your 4.4 GPA puts most people to shame, how your sarcasm is apparently so hilarious-” “Alright, I get it!” I said, but Keith just kept talking. “That you’re a really good driver, and how you have the best smile in the world. And-” “Okay, okay, I get it! I didn’t mean for you to get so into detail!” I laughed nervously. My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. He said all those things about me? I knew that I was constantly telling anyone who would listen about Damian, but I had no idea that he did the same about me! It was so sweet… Warmth coursed through my veins as I thought of all I loved about Damian. He always knew how to make me laugh, or calm me down when I was stressed. He had the most enchanting eyes, a kind heart, and a sense of adventure; he has seen so many movies, that I cannot even keep count. He’s not afraid to act like a little kid sometimes. I’m pretty sure he loves his Starbucks lattés almost as much as he loves me! And it is so cute when he acts gentlemanly and pays when we go out… The doorbell rang, snapping me out of my daydream and snapping Keith and myself out of our silence. Keith answered the door – it was the pizza guy. We ate our dinner that night right there on the couch, no plates or anything – just straight out of the box. Keith sipped a Guinness while I drank a bottle of water, and we both chatted casually while watching TV. It was not exactly what I had imagined for the evening, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
yeah so i figured id bring keith into the story a little... what do you guys think? it took me a while to think of keith as well! thanks again for reading, and let me read your comments!
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Post by mala1152 on Feb 1, 2011 13:01:20 GMT -5
hey all! heres the next part. i hope i will be able to finish up this story by the end of this month, and therefore the series. but fear not! im already working on an entirely new series, and so far its coming along great. but thats for later...now for an update!
Chapter 19
When I awoke the next morning, it took me a moment to remember where I was. After a glance at the familiar surroundings of Keith’s living room, I worked out enough in my tired brain to determine where I was. I sat up checked the time; 8:00. Since Keith did not exactly seem like the type to wake up early, I guessed that I should get myself some breakfast and not wait for him to awake. Keith did not have a huge house, but it seemed to be the right size for him, just what he needed. I realized, while cracking my stiff neck, that he could do with a guest room, though! I made my way into the small kitchen and helped myself to some Poptarts with a small glass of milk. With a flash of memory, I recalled that a Poptart was the last thing I had eaten at home on my last day before my…adventure, I guess I could call it. My mind wandered to home, and to how my mom was getting on without me. No doubt she was furious with me, but I was also wondering if she missed me. I know it was a terrible thing for me to do to her, plan all this behind her back and shove her onto a plane, and now I was really starting to regret it. Sure, I loved Damian, and I enjoyed spending all the time possible with him, but I also loved my mom. Tears filled my eyes at my own disappointment and shame; it was just like the moments after I first left the airport with Damian, and the silly tears that had sprouted then. These tears were not silly, but tears of honest remorse and shame. The only other difference now was that Damian was not here to comfort me. In an instant, I yearned to have him hold me and tell me everything was going to be all right again. This hardly seemed fair, almost ironic – even when I was here, in Ireland with Damian, we still weren’t together! I wanted and needed him now, and I was stuck at Keith’s while Damian was probably asleep. I reflected on our time together, from the England airport to last night when Damian left Keith’s house. There was the first night, at the Kensington Gardens, the night full of magic and love that I will never forget. We had one of our serious conversations concerning our relationship, and we both decided that we were committed to each other, and nothing would change that anytime soon. Then there was our last morning in England, the morning containing that ‘incident’ in Starbucks. I cringed with a stab of fear when I thought of what happened when that boy cornered me, but I felt a tiny prick of relief when I remembered Damian taking me away from there. And now…here I was, sitting by myself with a half-eaten package of Poptarts, reminiscing about home and crying silently to myself. I have to leave soon, I told myself, and as soon as my mind thought those words, the rest of my body screamed in protest. The physical reaction to it was startling: my stomach clenched into a tight knot, my back straightened as if an iron rod was inserted in place of my spine, my face contorted into an expression of despair, and the muscles in my legs contracted. Apparently, I myself had not gotten used to the idea of leaving this fairytale I was in, just like Damian. So what was I going to do?
sorry its pretty short, but im surprisingly still not finished with writing this story! i write it out on a word document and then update little by little once im finished, but not this time. im sooo close, though, and as soon as i finish, ill be updating a lot more often! anyway, read read read and reply reply reply!
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Post by mala1152 on Feb 6, 2011 14:38:03 GMT -5
sorry for making you guys wait so long...for my next series, i will TOTALLY update more often than i do now! or at least ill try! but anyway, heres the next bit:
Chapter 19 con't
When Keith finally woke up and walked out into the living room, his hair going in a thousand different directions and his eyes not fully open, I was already dressed and ready for the day, watching TV on the couch. The sheets were folded at the opposite end of where I was sitting, and there was a little bit of coffee in the coffee pot I had made earlier. “Well, well, aren’t we a morning person,” he muttered sarcastically as he plodded off to the kitchen to get some coffee. “Well, well,” I mimicked him, “Aren’t we a little ball of sunshine in the morning!” I laughed, and after a second, Keith gave his own unwilling chuckle. “So do you have any plans for today with Damo?” he asked. “Not yet, he still has yet to call me.” I glanced expectantly at my phone – it was nearly ten, and I still had not received a call or text from him. I was getting anxious; I had things to talk about after my little meditation this morning. Suddenly, it buzzed, and the screen lit up, displaying a box that read “1 New Message.” “I expect that’ll be him now!” said Keith. I flipped open my phone, and to my somewhat disappointment and somewhat happiness saw that it was a text from my mother. Obviously, because of the time difference, she had just woken up for work. How are you? The message read. Fine, I replied. I did some thinking this morning… I could not bear to let myself type the rest of what I wanted, so I left the three dots trailing at the end. “No, it’s not him,” I told Keith. “It’s my mom.” “Oh,” he said, and left me to my thoughts with some excuse. It was clear he did not want to ask about my currently delicate relationship with my mother. My phone started buzzing again, and this time I saw that it was a phone call from Damian. “Hey,” I answered. “Morning,” came his sunny, beautifully accented voice. “So are you gonna come over? Can we do something today?” “Yep,” he said, “I’m actually on my way. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Is there anything special you wanted to do today?” “No, not really,” I responded. He paused. “Is everything okay?” “Why?” “You don’t sound like yourself,” Damian told me. “You sound upset about something.” “Oh.” Should I tell him about my thoughts from this morning? Should I tell him over the phone that I have to leave soon? “No, I’ll worry about it later. My neck’s just a little sore from sleeping on the couch.” “Okay,” he said, and he sounded unconvinced. “I’ll see ya in a few.” “Okay.” We both hung up. Would he be upset that I made a decision to leave soon? I had not exactly decided when I was going to leave, and that’s what I was going to talk to him about today. How should I start? Damian, I did some thinking this morning, and… No, he might jump to the wrong conclusion if I start so vaguely. So, I was talking to my mom this morning, and… No, maybe then he would think my mother was forcing me to come back home. I’m leaving soon. Sorry. Definitely not, that was way too blunt. Damian, these past few days have been remarkable. I love you, and I’ve loved being here with you, but we both know that my trip couldn’t last forever. As much as I want to stay, I need to go home soon. There, that sounded a little better…no matter what I said, my heart would be aching to say it, so it was a good idea to find a way to say it that helped both of us along this hard road. My phone buzzed again, and it was my mom’s reply to my text. About what? Geez, was she really going to play dumb and make me spell it out for her?! I typed back, although my heart ached with every letter I typed. I think I’m going to come home soon, I kinda miss it. What about Damian?she responded, and I did not need to hear her say it to know the biting sarcasm behind her words. I know I’m gonna miss him, Mom, but I can’t stay forever! It seemed that I kept saying that to everyone – Damian, myself, my mom! Besides, I figured you’d forgive me more easily if I came home sooner. Probably true, Mom texted. When are you going to leave? Don’t know yet. I still want to stay longer. I sighed. I thought you just said you wanted to come home! Again with the angry attitude, apparent in even her messages. Yes, I did, I’m glad you remembered, I replied sassily. My attitude would not have gone by unnoticed if we were speaking, and I was grateful that we weren’t face-to-face. I want to come home, but I want to stay at the same time. Does that make sense? Sort of. Okay, yes it does. Just let me know when you’re coming home. You’ve been gone for over a week! Okay, Mom, I will. I have to go now, I’m at work. I miss you. Love you. Bye. Love you. Bye. And with that, I snapped my phone shut.
so, not a lot of damian in that part, but trust me, theres a lot comin up! reply reply reply please! have a great superbowl sunday!
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Post by celticbear on Feb 6, 2011 23:41:44 GMT -5
Mala! You would thing her mother would have figured out by now that Abbie is torn up inside with what to do. Plus her Mom has to realize that even if Abbie comes home Damo is not out of her life for good! DAMO AND ABBIE BELONG TOGETHER! Can't wait to see what happens next! GIVE US THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON!
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Post by mala1152 on Feb 11, 2011 23:08:19 GMT -5
okay, i promise ill update tomorrow!!! sorry to keep you all waiting (again), but for my new series, ill definitely finish the whole story before i post it. thats actually the reason i havent been updating this story a whole lot, its cuz a whole bunch of new ideas for my new series keep popping in my head, and i havent had time to write much on this one....anywhooo, update tomorrow! thanks for being so patient with me!
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Post by mala1152 on Feb 15, 2011 19:53:10 GMT -5
as thanks for remaining so patient with the lack of updates lately, im posting an extra-long one today!
Chapter 20
A significant amount of time had passed since I began my conversation with Mom, nearly fifteen minutes. Keith must have noticed I was finished talking to her, for he asked, “So when’s Damian gonna get here?” “Oh…” I checked the time on my phone. “About five or ten minutes. Why?” He looked up from his breakfast of cereal and milk with a cup of coffee and said, “No reason. I just wanted to know if you two were going out today or if you were gonna hang out here, is all. I’m going to meet a couple o’ mates later today,” he explained. “Yeah, I have no idea,” I answered him awkwardly. There was a knock on the door, but instead of opening it, Keith just yelled, “Come on in!” I didn’t know how anxious I really was to see Damian until I actually did see him. He walked through the door, a smile on his handsome face, his eyes wandering the rooms until they rested upon me. The brightness of his blue eyes seemed even more intensified when they were alight with happiness and excitement. “Hey, Mala!” he greeted me, and I stood to wrap my arms around him in greeting. “I thought you’d never show up!” My voice sounded happy, for I was so excited to see him, but off at the same time, knowing the pending conversation I would have to have eventually. “Yeah, well, I was asleep,” Damian said, missing my faltering voice. Obviously, his intuition was not what it normally was, or I was hiding my distress rather well. Possibly a combination of both… “What did you two do last night?” asked Damian, glancing back and forth between Keith and me. While Keith started to answer, he walked over to the living room, where Damian and I were now seated comfortably on the couch. Damian’s one hand held my own, and his other was around my shoulders, squeezing me closer to him every so often. It was a nice gesture. “Not much,” Keith answered. “We watched some TV and ordered pizza.” “It was a pretty lazy evening,” I agreed. It was quiet for a moment, then Keith broke the silence by saying, “Sooo, I’m gonna go meet some friends, Damo, like I told Abby earlier, but if you guys want to hang out here for a bit, go right ahead.” He casually walked back toward what I assumed was his bedroom and disappeared. “Was there anything you wanted to do today?” I asked Damian. “Actually, there was,” he told me, wagging his eyebrows. His eyes shone suggestively, and I could not help but take the bait. “What did you have in mind?” He laughed quietly. “Mala, how would you like to come over my house for a change?”
It was strange, I’ll admit, for me to go over Damian’s house instead of the other way around. But, seeing how excited we both were over it, I assumed it would be fun. The whole conversation with my mother this morning may never have happened for how little I thought of it now. “Nobody’s home today,” he told me when I asked if we would be ‘discovered.’ “Me dad’s golfing all day, mum is visiting my grandma, and my brother and sister both have plans. So it’s just us today!” The thought put a smile on both our faces. When we arrived at his home and he stepped into the driveway, I froze. I suddenly became very aware of how my heart was beating, and that was very hard and loud. My stomach seemed to drop, and I had the sudden urge to check over my shoulder every few seconds. Why? I asked myself. Then the little voice in the back of my head answered me once again. Because your mother would just about have a heart attack if she knew you were going over a boy’s house! With that little voice, all the thoughts and tears from that morning flooded my brain and my eyes. I couldn’t think about this now! And what would Damian think if he saw me spontaneously burst into tears at nothing that he could see and at nothing I could explain? No, it was better to hold this off until later. Besides, I had been so happy only moments before. Don’t let your Mom’s words ruin this, the voice encouraged. For once, I listened to it without hesitation. I quickly wiped the blossoming tears from my eyes, shook myself mentally and physically, and began to walk up the driveway behind Damian. Looking to his left and right, he saw that I was not there. He looked behind him and beckoned to me. “C’mon!” he urged. I hurried to his side, a smile now on my face as he tucked me under his arm and kissed my hair. As far as I knew, he had not noticed a thing, and I hoped it would stay that way. Damian had a nice house; not a mansion, but not a shack, either. It was a large, pretty, well-furnished house, and I would have thought so even if I hadn’t been so enthusiastic about being there. We walked through the front door, and we kicked our shoes off in the small opening hallway. From there, I could see a quaint living room and a bright kitchen. There was a staircase with cream carpeting, but the upstairs hallway was a mystery. “Well, aren’t you going to show me around?” I asked sarcastically. “I guess so,” he replied jokingly, rolling his eyes. “There’s the living room,” he said, gesturing to the pleasant room with large, fluffy couches and a TV. The wallpaper was nothing elaborate, only a pale, decorative neutral beige color. The coffee table was free of the rings that decorated Keith’s from glasses rested upon it, and the large window in the front of the house made the sunlight illuminate the whole room. “That’s the kitchen,” he explained as we walked through the large, green kitchen. Most of the utensils were white, and there was a pile of dishes in the sink. The refrigerator had many sheets of paper held up by small magnets. The counter was not as cluttered as it was in my house, and the kitchen table was rather shiny. “There’s a bathroom over there,” Damian said, pointing to our right, “And our bedrooms are upstairs. Wanna see?” “Sure,” I managed to say. My mom would probably be having a heart attack right now if she knew where I was, but I kept the voice in my head nice and quiet! We walked up the grand staircase I had seen earlier and found ourselves in the middle of a dark hallway. Damian flicked a light switch to his right, and I saw five doors down the long stretch of hallway. One must have been a closet or a bathroom, for the other four were bedrooms. “Down there are my sister’s and parents’ bedrooms,” he said, pointing to his left. “My brother’s is right here,” he continued, taking my hand and leading me to the right, “And this one is mine.” He cracked open the door and showed me inside. It looked as if it had been cleaned recently, as if he was preparing for my visit. The walls were white, just like my brothers’ room was. The hardwood floors were tidy, except for a few random items scattered about. The drawers on his dresser were shut, his desk had a small pile of books on it and a few loose papers, and his nightstand was very cluttered with an alarm clock, a comb, a folder with sheet music falling out of it, a water bottle, and many other miscellaneous items. His bed sheets were dark blue, but his bed was made messily. I could see under the bed, and it looked like Damian had crammed as many items that would clutter his room under there as possible. “Wow,” I said. “I was expecting there to be a huge pile of dirty clothes right about here,” I said, stepping inside and gesturing to the middle of the floor, “A stack of sports magazines right here,” I pointed next to his desk, “And maybe a soccer ball somewhere in here.” I flashed a smile at him, and his returned smile was playful and gorgeous. “It’s usually a lot messier, it’s true,” he admitted. “But…” he stuck his foot under his bed for a quick moment, and rolled something out from underneath. “Here’s the soccer ball you were expecting.” We kicked the soccer ball around lazily in the backyard. The cloudy skies made it seem later than it really was, and I pondered telling Damian about my decision to leave soon. After all, I had fought like mad to get here and stay here, and now suddenly I wanted to leave? That would not go over well. I could still stay at least another week…that’d be good. Just as I was about to get up the nerve to bring up the subject, he asked, “Are you okay?” Great, so he chooses now to be intuitive! “Yeah, I’m great, why?” I asked innocently, losing all my resolve. This conversation could wait… “Just wondering. You seem a little quieter than usual.” “Nah,” I waved him off nonchalantly. “Just tired. I just slept like crap last night on the couch.” I was not lying; Keith’s couch was not the most comfortable makeshift bed. A booming crack of thunder echoed throughout the sky, and I looked up to see the dark clouds looming ominously overhead. There was no rain – yet. “Maybe we should go inside,” Damian suggested. “I’m right behind you,” I replied. Not two seconds after we closed the back door, rain started pouring down from the skies, pelting the windows and making loud sounds on the roof. “Good timing,” I heard him say as he disappeared into the kitchen. By the time I entered the kitchen myself, Damian had already begun preparing a sandwich for himself. He had two slices of bread on a plate and many condiments on the counter beside him. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “You’re already hungry? It’s only eleven o’clock!” I exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his unyielding appetite. A little while later, after Damian inhaled his sandwich in no more than two bites, the phone rang. After a glimpse at the caller ID, Damian’s eyes met mine in panic. “It’s my mom,” he said. “What if she’s coming home?!” I cried, jumping up from the couch where we were both sitting. “I have to go!” “No, no, wait,” he said, and I paused. He looked at me, looked at the phone, and pressed a button. “Hi, Mum,” he said, putting the phone up to his left ear. In two strides, he came to the place that I was standing and wrapped his right arm around my waist, pulling me in close. “Yeah,” Damian said into the receiver. His body was still tense, wondering if I would have to leave because his mother was coming home. She was in the dark about our plans, just like my mother had been. Would her reaction be worse than my own mother’s if she found out I was here? “Not much, I’m just hangin’ out at home today. I might go over Keith’s later, though,” he told his mom. Even straining my ears, I could not make out individual words on his mom’s side of the phone. “Okay,” Damian breathed into the phone, and he exhaled in relief. That was a good sign! He looked down and his eyes met mine, and I could tell there was nothing to be worried about. “Okay, I will, Mum. Bye.” He hung up and looked at me again. “It’s nothing, she just wants some chores done around the house. She’s not coming home.” He grinned triumphantly. “I don’t have to leave! Cool. What do you have to do?” “Not much, just do the dishes in the sink and clean my room. Since I tidied up before,” he said sheepishly, and I guessed he did not want me to know he cleaned his room because I was coming over, “All I have are the dishes.” “Okay,” I said, “You wash, I’ll rinse and dry.” Soon after, the sink was full of soapy water, and both of our fingers were wet and pruny from washing dishes. With our tag team effort, it took far less time than I originally thought it would. There was only one plate left that I was rinsing, and Damian was drying his hands on a dishtowel. In what I only guessed was thanks, he leaned over my shoulder and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. It startled me, and I dropped the plate into the suds still in the sink, sending soap and dirty dishwater flying everywhere. “Oops,” I said, and I turned to look at Damian. He had soap bubbles on his face and in his hair, and his shirt had a streak of water down the front. “’Oops?’” he quoted me. “Yeah, I’ll give you ‘oops!’” He scooped the sudsy water into his hands and flung it at me, drenching me to the skin. “Oh, yeah?” I taunted. “Two can play at that game!” We laughed and immaturely threw water back and forth across the kitchen. I laughed loudly and his cowardly attempts to hide, and he laughed when I finally hit him with more soap. He ducked for cover behind the kitchen table, and I stood in the doorway to prevent him from making an escape. Abruptly, he stopped laughing and stood up slowly. I knew from the look on his face that he was not playing anymore. I followed his gaze over my shoulder and turned around. I gasped. Behind me, in the doorway to the kitchen, was a woman who looked frighteningly similar to Damian.
oooh, dont you LOVE cliffhangers?! now, to leave you something to ponder, does damian's mother discover their secret rendezvous in england? how can the two escape such a terrifying possibility? hopefully ill update soon and you can see! reply reply reply! itd be nice to see some new people replying as well... thanks for reading!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Feb 15, 2011 21:14:36 GMT -5
it was either is sis or his mum. but i think that i am gonna go with his sister. great update now update soooooooooooooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Feb 15, 2011 21:36:50 GMT -5
Hey..... I was going to say his sister!!!!!!! well if you don't update soon I'll probably die so please update soon..
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Post by celticbear on Feb 18, 2011 0:06:30 GMT -5
My guess is his sister! If it's his mother then Damo and Mala are in a whole lot of TROUBLE!
UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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