|Blue Water Life
Author: FullMetal Alchemistress PM
Heath/Fly After 7 years, Bec asks the gang to come back and help her out with the new guys. She hopes some one-on-one will break them out of a rut. But the relationships in the house changed-Fly and Heath aren't even speaking. TITLE CHANGED!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 14,826 - Reviews: 76 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 06-10-12 - Published: 04-30-12 - id: 8073833
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Let me start off this little chapter with this: To the reviewer known as "GRRRRRRR":
Your words are unnecessary and rude. I apologize for not updating, but I warned early on that they would be inconsistent. Calm yourself. I'm currently working 10 hours a day, 6 days a week. On my day off I do laundry and homework for my college summer classes. Sorry I don't have very much free time to write. I'm trying.
To the reviewer known as "GRRRRRRR":
Anyways, thank you for all the words of encouragement I've received. I went to my sixth doctor this past Friday and he was a Rheumatologist—and says that I do not have arthritis. He took me off the insane amount of ibuprofen that I was taking and put me on a very strong muscle relaxant. Anyways… I had a thought a few days ago when I was thinking about my story and my lovely readers and thought about making a short YouTube video about America. Thoughts?
I had a thought a few days ago when I was thinking about my story and my lovely readers and thought about making a short YouTube video about America. Thoughts?
"You don't owe me anything," Fly grumbled as they walked down the street past a line of shops.
"It's called 'being a friend,' Fly," he told her, wanting to add "you should try it.." He stopped in the window of a display of surfboards. "Besides, I wanted to get out of the house." He hesitated when Fly stepped up next to him. "Have you thought of trying to get back into the circuit?"
Fly walked away. Heath watched her go, rolled his eyes, and followed her.
"It's not really any of your business," she informed him. Was it just him, or did her words have a bit of a bite to them?
"Actually, as one of your fans, I do think wondering where my idol went is within my rights to know," he told her calmly.
"Whatever," she sighed. "Did you even have any plans for today?"
Heath pursed his lips in thought. "No, not really, actually. Other than getting out of the house." He turned and grinned at her. "Mission accomplished!"
A silence fell between them that Heath wouldn't bother call awkward or tense, but Fly must have not felt the same way. She fidgeted as they walked down a path towards the beach. But he decided to be patient.
Sure enough, by the time they hit the water's edge, Fly was scraping up whatever emotions she had and opening her mouth to speak.
"Heath." He turned to her and gave her what he hoped was an inviting smile. "We really need to talk."
His heart sank. "What about?" he asked. If she wanted to talk about it, he was going to make her say it out loud. No beating around the bush.
Say it, he thought to her. He shook his head slowly. "I don't…"
She looked out to the glittering water and sighed loudly. "That kiss."
"What about it?" Heath jammed his hands into his pockets to keep them from shaking.
She took a deep breath and then looked directly at him. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what I was thinking. I just want to be friends, Heath. I'm sorry."
He looked away and nodded. "It's fine," he managed to say without letting his voice give away what he was really thinking. "I kinda figured it was just some strange anomaly. I knew it wouldn't happen again." He gave her a smile but even he could feel how tight it was on his face. "Just mates."
"Just mates," she agreed.
Heath threw his phone against the kitchen wall and shut the back door rather loudly.
"Well, I'm assuming that's a bad sign," Matt remarked from the kitchen table.
"I'd rather it if you didn't put holes in the wall," Bec told him.
"Please tell me you guys came up with something?" he pleaded, sliding into a chair between Matt and Edge at the kitchen table.
"Well," Perri started hesitantly.
"We're bringing in reinforcements," Matt continued for her, grabbing Perri's hand beneath the table.
"What kind of reinforcements?" Heath wasn't quite sure he wanted to know.
"The kind that got us where we are today," Bec smirked. "Now, we don't have time to talk about this right now. The kids will be home any minute and I still need to organize training for the afternoon."
"But Simmo…?" Heath questioned as she walked by.
"Desperate times," Matt sighed theatrically.
"And it's not like you've been a lot of help," Edge smirked.
"Fly and I…" Heath couldn't help but feel a little depressed over the seriousness of that statement, despite the jocular tone. It was true. He'd only made her cry, so far. Some help he was. "Our relationship isn't the same as it used to be," he said finally before heading off to Bec's office.