Ohhhhhhhhhh crap... Where to begin. ... *hides* ... So sorry for the over due chapter...! Writer's blocked :'D Forgive me!
October 12, 1968
Thank you to those who have been with me since the beginning of the story. I could not have done this without you. Out of all my stories, this one had the most alerts. So, thanks again. :D I would have written personal shout outs of thanks, but there are way to many of you...! sorryyyyyyyy *hug*
Enjoy the ending, and thanks again. ^^ I truly am speechless. :)
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see...
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your backdoor
All this time, how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
It had been a month since James and Jean broke up. On the day after their relationship ended, Marie was at his side to comfort him with jokes they made up together. She ordered pizza with his favorite toppings on it and played a Metallica CD, which was one of his favorite bands, on the CD player while they ate. Despite the setbacks, James got back quickly on his feet.
The question that was plaguing Marie's mind was: why was James taking so long to move on? He was free of Jean's clutches. A single man! But with their friendship unchanging, Marie's heart was in agony and had thoughts that James only saw Marie as a friend. When she came to the realization, her heart took a deep nose dive and a frown was across her face. Maybe staying friends was a good thing. If they did took their relationship to the next step, complications would arise and their friendship would be in ruins. More frets fathomed in Marie's mind, the woman shivering as she tried to shake the fears off. Their friendship was too precious for Marie to lose. If she hid her true feelings from James, it would still be pure and the relationship would be free of complications. But forever and always... Marie would always see James more than just a friend.
Marie lifted the pencil off the paper, proudly examining the sketch she just made. The sketch composed of two kittens, lying together in a basket with a blanket draped around their figures. She looked at the real live photo and compared it with the drawing. The photo and the drawing looked somewhat alike, but Marie could tell she was improving. She borrowed the picture from Mrs. Bennet across the street. Marie thought it was sweet of Mrs. Bennet to lend her a picture of her kittens to Marie for her project. The young artist adored her kittens, and enjoyed coming over to the woman's house to see them. They were so adorable, Marie had to draw them! She promised to show Mrs. Bennet the final sketch. Marie tried her best to follow the photo as best as she could for Mrs. Bennet.
Glancing at the kitchen clock, she couldn't believe her eyes as she saw the placement of the hands. It was already lunch time. Cleaning off the table, she headed for the bathroom to clean her messy hands.
Failing to notice the lights under the doorway, she opened the handle... and saw a shirtless James. Water drops falling off of his body like rain, a towel in his hands.
"Sorry...!" The blushing girl quickly shut the door.
A stunned Marie was sitting on the floor, speechless as to why James was using her family's bathroom. With his shirt off! Why would he use their bathroom? He lived in their neighborhood. He could easily go to his own bathroom and clean himself there. But why her bathroom of all bath places?
"Hey..." A low voice was above her.
It was James. He was wearing a clean shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. A towel was around his neck, and water dripped from his wet hair.
"Hi... Um, what happened?"
Bad question! Bad question! ... Retard!
"I was into cars this month, so your dad brought up there was something wrong with his truck," began the athlete. "He thought I'd be interested to check it out, and wow... I just pressed on something, and BAM! Oil and crap spilled everywhere..."
"Ah... I see."
"Good thing your dad suggested a spare set of clothes."
An uncomfortable silence was among the two.
"Um, there's some leftover sandwiches from my mom's meeting. It's lunchtime anyways, so... do you wanna eat?"
"Sure! I'm hungry anyways."
They ate on the patio, eating in the noon sunshine as they sipped on cool drinks. Marie's father ate with them, but soon returned to the garage, congratulating James for his first try at car repair.
Once they were alone, the same silence came back to them. A rocky start boosted their conversation, which Marie tried hard to not stammer.
"... so really, you had to know the rules before you break them. That's the basic and most true rule of art ever created, and every artist should follow it. So, I... I couldn't... I-"
Trying hard not to stare at his eyes, Marie's glance couldn't help but be drawn into them. Like weak flies to a bug zapper, she was the prey and about to be zapped.
"Imma let you finish, but..." James started, his face turning a light pink. "You don't happen to have someone for the dance next month, do you?"
"No, I don't, why?" Is this it?
"I was wondering... would... would you go to the dance with me?"
"Yes, I'd... yes, I'd love to." A smile was across Marie's face.
James was happy with Marie's answer. A few minutes later, he said his goodbyes and happily left for home. Marie sighed and closed her eyes. Could this be it? Could James see her as more than a friend? It wasn't the "sweep-you-off-your-feet" dream that Marie expected, but it was a start.
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?
... Oh, crap, "Single Ladies" from chapter one, "You Belong With Me" and "Imma let you finish". ... Told ya someone was gonna laugh. :D :) bwahaha Thanks again! ^.^ Hope to see you again on my next story! :D