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|  | In Sleep He Sang To Me... (PG-13) ~Chap 1-5~ 6/10
« Thread Started on Mar 19, 2008, 1:26pm » | |
So guess what peoples? Here it is...the sequel to my beloved fic Be Careful What You Wish For. I really didn't want to begin posting it this soon, but....let's face it. I am an addict who can't resist. So here it is! Part two. I know that we're starting out a little slow, but we have to catch up, right? 
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Through the fog in my sleep drugged brain I heard the shrill ring of the telephone.
"No." I groaned, sliding further down into my bed and pulling the covers my head. "Go 'way." I muttered.
For a brief, blessed moment it seemed that I would get my wish. Silence descended over my room once again.
A moment later my cellphone jingled to life, and began blasting me with the stirring melody of You Are Loved.
I couldn't help grinning at the sound of his voice.
"Don't give up....because you want to burn bright....if darkness blinds you I, I will shine to good you!"
Whoever was calling me at this un-godly hour knew that I couldn't ignore this phone and that ringtone, no matter how much I wanted to, or how far I burrowed underneath my haven of blankets.
Grumbling under my breath I crawled across the bed and fumbled around in the dark for my cellphone.
"Everybody wants to be-"
I punched the little green button. "Yeah?" I leaned back against the heaboard and slumped over.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"
The voice of my best friend since moving to New York, Elayna, screeched over the line.
I pulled the phone away from my ear with a grimace. "Yep. Sure. Thanks."
"What? Aren't you excited and happy to be twenty-one, Britt? C'mon, don't be a party-pooper!" She gave a little squeal.
"All right! All right! I'm happy, thrilled.....ecstatic!" I felt a reluctant grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"Great!" She replied, and then paused before adding. "Hey, can I come over? I can't WAIT to tell you about this amazing date I had last night!"
"Sure. Why not? I need to get up anyway. I'll see you in a bit." I dropped my cellphone on the bed beside me and then began opening the heavy drapes of my hotel room.
Faint gray light filtered in as I looked down at the bustling streets of the city. I smiled infectiously. "Slow down, people! Don't you want to wish me a happy birthday?"
I stretched and padded across the room to my dresser. Wiggling open the drawer I yanked out a pair of favorite jeans before stopping at the sight of a long since forgotten about sweatshirt.
Dropping the jeans I pulled out the swetshirt and hugged it close, remembering the man who had worn it during one wild and crazy weekend at my house.
I grinned at the flood of memories only to sigh a moment later at the wave of melancholy that followed. Had it really been four years?
I leaned back and tried to recall where the time had gone. I had been in New York for the past three years, working to make my way into the world of Broadway. After a chance meeting with somebody who knew somebody who happened to be Andrew Lloyd Webber, I had become an understudy as Christine in my favorite musical, The Phantom of the Opera. And it seemed as if I might very soon get my chance as a leading lady. I felt a shiver of excitement roll down my spine.
"If only Josh would be there to see me in all my glory." I murmurred, gazing longingly at the old shirt in my hands.
I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured Josh. I had only dreamt of him every night since I had left him. I smiled and softly began to sing, "In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name...."
Giving my head a gentle shake I reminded myself that I had somewhere to be. I replaced the sweatshirt and went to take a long hot shower.
Yet one thought still plagued my mind. Was he still thinking of me, too?
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« Reply #1 on Mar 19, 2008, 8:25pm » | |
Okay...b/c I cannot resist, here is chapter two!!  Don't forget to leave me those comments. <3333333
Without further adieu, here we go!
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I heard Elayna's impatient knock on my door and I picked my way across my hotel room and cracked the door open. "Come on in!" I called from behind it.
Elayna's eyes widened as she looked around. "What happened to housekeeping?"
I shrugged. "I think that they gave up on me months ago." I laughed and then gestured around me. "Find a place to sit down."
After moving a few books and other odds and ends, Elayna collapsed in a chair. "Oh my gosh, Britt, I think that I have found the ONE!!!"
I blinked, startled. "Come again?"
Elayna grinned. "Have you ever been kissed by someone and it just made you melt down to your toes?"
A memory of intense brown eyes collided with my brain. I grinned. "Yeah. I think so."
"Well, it happened to me last night." Elayna sighed dreamily. "He is so amazing, and absolutely nothing like the other guys I usually date. Would you believe, Britt, that he is actually charming?" A bright smile lit up her face.
I chuckled. He was charming? That would be a pleasant change from the other louts that she usually hung out with. "Wow. He sounds awesome. Does Prince Charming have a name, or didn't he mention it to you before the clock struck twelve?"
She rolled her eyes. "FYI, his name is Chris."
My smile grew wider as I recalled the last Chris that I had met and who I had left with feelings of fear and astonishment. "Well, I hope that you informed him of the best friend privileges that I evoke if this awry and you are left broken hearted."
"Oh, totally." She airily replied. "Now, then, let's down to business. What are you wearing tonight?"
I shrugged. "I dunno." As usual, I was taken off guard by fashion.
"Well, you're not wearing jeans." She stated firmly. "C'mon, let's have a look through your closet." She pulled me off the floor.
Throwing open the closet doors, she took a moment to survey its contents. Turning back to look at me she appeared to be thoroughly disappointed. "This will never do." She admonished. "This," she disdainfully pointed at my meager collection of "nice" clothes, "is not a wardrobe befitting a future Broadway star."
"Well, I kind of like them." I said quietly.
Glancing back at my clothes one more time, Elayna made tsking noises with her tongue. "Come on." She said, seizing me by the arm, and guiding me to the door. She then uttered the dreaded words. "We are going shopping."
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"You look.....wow. Just WOW." Elayna took my hand and twirled me around.
I stumbled at the unfamiliar feel of four inch heels. "If I fall and break my neck in these things, I swear that I i'm going to sue you."
"Nonsense." Elayna chortled, turning me to face the mirror. "You look hot."
"Not bad. I guess." I reluctantly admitted.
Elayna had elected herself to be my stylist for a day, and she had dragged me all over the city looking for just the right outfit.
She had finally settled on a shiny and soft, silver metallic baby doll dress that had white trim and embellishments along the straps and seams. A tiny black was cinched at my waist. A sky high pair of black heels that I was sure I would kill myself in and shiny chandelier earrings topped off the look.
My shoulder length, layered dark blonde hair had been flat ironed straight to lay sleek and shiny.
"I look like I'm trying to pick someone up." I said doubtfully. "Or like I'm trying to get picked up."
"Oh, posh!" Elayna waved a hand and tossed me my purse. "Let's go. We have a birthday to celebrate."
"We're taking the elevator, right?" I asked as I wobbled down the hallway. "'Cause I really don't think that I can make it down the stairs."
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I carefully made my way back to our table, placing each step gingerly so as to not fall flat on my face.
I fell into my chair. "Why did you insist on my wearing these shoes?" They're killing my feet!" I whined.
Elayna giggled and twirled her water glass. "I think that if you can handle those costumes you wear on stage then you can handle a pair of stilettos."
I shot her a dark look. "Maybe I can, but my poor toesies cannot. I'm just itching to take these off."
"Well, not yet." Elayna replied, grinning at something over my shoulder. "You still have to look good through dessert."
"What?" I exclaimed, confused. "I thought that we had agreed on no desserts?"
"It IS your birthday." She replied simply.
A moment later a cute little cake ablaze with candles was sat in front of me. A crowd of waiters and waitresses gathered around, and proceeded to sing a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday.
I clapped and laughed even though my cheeks burned at all the attention.
"Sooooo, come on! Blow out your candles!" Elayna urged when we were alone again. "Make a wish."
I paused at her words. I hadn't made a wish since.....
A small smile touched my lips. I had gone four years without laying eyes on Josh. "It's been long enough." I whispered softly to myself.
Closing my eyes I drew in a deep breath and then extinguished each tiny little flame in a single whoosh.
Looking up at Elayna a happy grin spread over my face. "This lookd great doesn't it?"
She nodded in agreement and we each allowed ourselves generous portions of the chocolate delight before requesting doggie bags.
"I'm going to pay and have the car brought around, m'kay?" Elayna said, gathering her purse and her leftover goodies.
"Sure." I replied. "I will begin to make my way slowly out there. I should be there in ten minutes."
Elayna rolled her eyes good-naturedly and patted my arm before breeazing out of the dining room with a poise on heels that I envied.
I grabbed my purse and eased out of my chair. I began to toddle towards the door. With each step I became more and more proud of myself that I was still standing.
And then my heel got caught in a crack in the tile floor.
"WAH!! WOAH!!!" I shrieked, flaling and waving my arms wildly in a desperate attempt to keep my balance.
Oh, crap. This is really going to hurt, flashed across my brain just as I felt myself begin to go down.
"Ack!!" I uttered one last protest just as my ankle twisted and the floor was rushed up to meet me.
An instant later a pair of strong arms grabbed me just in time to save me from breaking my bum on the hard tile.
I looked up into the face of my rescuer and felt my body jolt with shock at the unexpected pair of eyes that peered back into mine.
"You."
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| | Re: In Sleep He Sang To Me... (PG-13) ~Chap 2-3/19
« Reply #2 on Mar 20, 2008, 8:11pm » | |
Here we are with another chapter that I completed about five minutes ago. I know that some of you are eager for them to keep coming, so I am going to be nice since you probably won't be much happier with the way this one ends. Hey, now--don't hate the player, hate the game! 
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"Hey, this is Josh."
I answered my cellphone just as I was leaving my hotel.
"Josh! I just hit the city. What do you say to dinner tonight?" The voice of my favorite producer, David Foster came over the line.
"Sure." I agreed as I weaved my way in and out of the crush of people that jammed the sidewalks. "Where do you want to meet?"
"There's this great little Italian place downtown. Itini's, I think." David replied.
"Right-o, man. I'll meet you around sevenish?" I stopped short of bumping into a small lady that was standing in front of me only to be crashed into my a bunch of zoned out looking teenagers. Sometimes I hate this city, I thought sourly.
"Sounds good to me, Josh. I'll see you tonight." The line went dead.
Stuffing my cellphone back into my pocket, I jogged across the clogged street to meander into Central Park.
It was cool and quiet under the trees. I pushed my glasses up my nose and gave my ball cap a gentle tug lower, trying my best to look inconspicuous. Zweeeeeeeeeeli! flashed through my mind. I grinned.
Ahead of me on the path I heard a laugh and looked up to see a blonde haired teenage girl. For a moment I thought that I was seeing.....
I blinked and shook my head. It wasn't her. I hadn't seen her in four years, in spite of searching for her everyhwere I went. At each concert and appearance that I made. "I wish that I could see you again." I whispered, suddenly missing her fiercely.
I turned back and began to retracing my steps up the path. As I did my mind drifted back through the years that had past.
I had released a Christmas album that ended up being the top selling album of 2007. ("I wouldn't marry you for a number one Christmas album in October!" An argument with a certain someone flashed through my mind.) I recorded my fourth album in 2008 and released it in early 2009 to record sales. I had just come off the second leg of my US tour, and considering dabbling in Broadway.
I had thrown myself into my work and my music. I had made it my love and used it as an excuse to avoid dating and a girlfriend.
The horn of a wayward taxi cab caused to me to stop in my aimless wondering. Glancing at my watch I sped up my pace and headed back towards my hotel. I needed a shower and shave before dinner.
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"Good Lord, David. Why did you make me eat so much?" I groaned, leaning back in chair and rubbing a hand over my stomach.
David followed suit and mumbled incoherently. "I want to take a nap now."
I chuckled and opened my mouth to say something when I caught a whiff of lavendar and vanilla. Her scent.
My eyes scanned the room, but she wasn't to be found. Disappointment welled up in me and settled in my stomach like a brick.
"Are you all right, Josh?" David leaned forward, looking concerned. "You look sick."
"Oh......yeah.....I'm-I'm fine. I was just.....dizzy for a minute there. It passed." I lied.
Across the room a group of staff members were gathered around a small corner table singing a version of Happy Birthday.
"Mmmmm." I said, watching the table with unfounded curiosity. "Somebody got cake."
David arched a brow. "Don't tell me that you want some after all you ate."
"It didn't exactly appear to me that you were dieting, either, boss." I retorted before adding, "no, I don't want cake. Not unless it comes with pajamas and a king sized to bed."
"So I have something I want to run by you." David piped up after a moment of silence.
"I just knew that business was involved here somewhere." I replied dryly.
"You've had some offers from some very prominent names in the world of Broadway. And with you being in the city now, well, I don't think that there is a better time to look into this." David explained.
"Really?" I asked, somewhat unattatched to the conversation. My focus still remained with the corner table.
"Yes! There are some that I think could really work for you. Especially this one.....," David's voice faded into the background as my mind wandered.
That girl at the corner table, I thought. She looks almost exactly like Britt. I wish I could see her entire face....
Was it her? Could she really be here in New York and only ten feet away from me?
My hear pounded against my rib cage. I became more and more excited as the time passed and she appeared to be getting ready to leave. She stood up and was going to turn around. She was going to walk right past me-
"So how does that sound, Josh?" David waved a hand over my face. "Jo-osh?"
I jumped and tore my eyes away. "What?"
David rolled his eyes. "What is with you all of a sudden? Why do you seem so-"
"WAH!! WOAH!!"
The sound of a woman who sounded very much like another woman whose scream I remembered quite well cut into David's surmise of my distant mood.
I looked up to see Britt waving her arms and struggling to stay on her feet.
Four years go by and she's still klutzy and accident prone, I thought, a smile twitching at the corners of my mouth.
Her ankle twisted in her lethal looking shoes and I lept up from my chair and rushed to catch her before she fell.
The intoxicating scent of lavendar and vanilla engulfed me. I inhaled deeply.
She turned up to look at me and gave a start. I would have recognized those green eyes anywhere. I smiled just as she gasped out the word, "You."
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| | Re: In Sleep He Sang To Me... (PG-13) ~Chap 1-3~ 3
« Reply #3 on Apr 8, 2008, 8:31pm » | |
I'm back! Finally, after an obscenely long time away, I am back with a new chapter....and it is kind of long, so maybe that will help compensate for my being gone, yes?  Without further digressions...here we are!
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It was dark. Too dark.
I slowly opened one eye and then the other.
Groping around in the darkness I fumbled for a light swtich and then ran my hands over the unfamiliar bedcovers.
Where was I?
Slowly pushing aside the comforter and sheet I gingerly put my feet to the floor and felt around with the tips of my toes.
Feeling just a smooth floor at first, and then something unusually fuzzy, I yelped and jumped onto the bed, tucking my feet up underneath me.
Reaching beside me I finally felt the base of a lamp. Breathing a sigh of relief I flipped it on.
A pool of light flooded into the room and gave me a look at my surroundings. Something about the room looked vaguely familiar, as though I had been there before.
The room was on the small side and rather square with a long row of windows running down each side. Each one had a canvas cover pulled low that would block out any sunlight there was, that is if there was any to be found.
Walking to the windows I pulled up the shade and instantly greeted with blinding rays of golden sun.
"Oh!" I cried, throwing up a hand to shield my face. I squinted and peered out. The view only affirmed what I already knew. This was not my hotel.
Tip toeing back across the room I spied my reflection in the mirror. "Oh, no." I gasped. My hands went to my hair. "I. Look. Awful."
I had somehow ended up sleeping in my silver dress--thank God those murderous shoes were nowhere to be found--and it was now crumpled and wrinkly. I feared that it would never be pretty and shiny again. My hair was spiky and sticking out in a number of different directions, and looked as though it were in need of a brush and a good washing.
"What did I do last night?" I schlumped on the bed and tried to remember, but I couldn't.
I began to pace. "Okay, Britt, you're fine. You are absolutely fine. It doesn't matter that you have no idea where you are, and that you could be in some serial killing, mad man's lair. Or that he could be hiding just waiting to kill you." I finished frantically, glancing suspiciously into any dimly lit corners and wringing my hands in despair.
"Oooooh, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I have to get out of here! I'm not ready to die." I spotted the tiny square windows. They were small. Probably too small for me to fit through, but I had to try. It was either that or take my chances as the next victim of a sosiopath. "Windows." I said decidedly.
Sneaking over I began prying at the tightly sealed window. Shoving it open I surreptitously popped my head out and looked around me. I looked down and saw a.....tire?
Confused as I was I didn't take the time to consider this new piece of evidence, and began threading my legs through the window when I heard a most unexpected sound.
"You're beautiful! You're beautiful! You're beautiful, it's true!"
Oooooooh, my gosh! I thought, wiggling frantically. He must be one of those crazies to who sings a happy song to lull you into a false sense of security, and then POW!! He whacks you.
"But it's time to face the truth. I will never be with you."
Why...because you're here to kill me? I thought sarcastically.
It was just then that the door--I scolded myself; shouldn't I have known that there would be a door--opened, and in walked the most unexpected person of....., "Josh!"
My mouth fell open and I lost my grip on the window. I teetered and then crashed into the floor with a thunk.
"Ooooh, still tipsy I see. Morning, Britt." He smiled at me and didn't seem the least bit suprised at my presence. Noticing my postion on the floor, and my feet and ankles that were still hanging out the window, he asked, "Were you trying to climb out the window?"
"Who? Me?" I looked around before giving an exaggerated shake of my head. "Oh, no. Not me!" I leaned back and tried to give the appearance of being comfortable. "I was just....sunning my feet. They were cold."
"I do have socks, you know." Josh pointed out.
"Oh.....right. I forgot." I giggled. "How dumb of me to forget, too! I mean, everybody has socks. We all wear them....socks. Well, unless of course you live somewhere like Jamiaca or the Caribbean Islands where it is so warm that they are always wearing sandals, and you don't need socks!" I stopped there, realizing that I was babbling, and that Josh was giving me some very odd looks.
"Are you all right, Britt?" He asked, sitting on the bed. "Because you weren't like this last night."
"Last night! What do you mean 'last night'?" I flew up and narrowly missed cracking my forehead on the wall.
"Last night when you were here. With me. Don't you remember?" Josh was beginning to look concerned. After all, this was weird beyone my usual weirdness. But for all he knew, I had become a crackpot in our four years of separation....babbling again, I know.
"No." I finally admitted. "All I remember is getting ready to fall down on that hard floor at the restaurant, and....wait. Are you sure that I didn't really fall down and that I'm not dreaming this from a comatose state in some hospital right now?" I worked my fingers through my hair, searching my scalp for any bumps or knots.
Josh looked grave. "Don't go toward the light." He said solemnly.
"Oh, God!" I wailed, preparing for the worst when I saw that Josh was laughing.
"Baby, if this is a dream then I don't want to wake up." He confided, coming over and helping me up off the floor.
"So, then I'm really here, and this is really happening?" I asked quietly, trying to process this information.
He nodded mutely.
"Then why don't I remember anything from last night?" I paused before asking suspicously, "You didn't make me go wild last night and get me smashed or anything, did you?" I gasped. "That's it, isn't it! Oh my gosh, I got drunk and now I can't remember anything." I chomped down on my fingernail.
"No, you were a good girl." Josh replied.
"Then what......oh, God!" I wailed again. "If I was here last night--all night--we didn't....we didn't....we didn't......did we? I mean, something tramautic like that didn't happen that made me want to erase my memory?"
Josh looked offended. "No." He added in a mumble under his breath, "If we had done that, I assure you, you would have remembered."
The room fell silent for a moment before I asked, "Soooo, what did happen?"
Josh smiled softly. "A lot of good things."
"Tell me." I insisted, sitting down beside him.
We faced each other and I felt a swell of emotion bubble up within me at the mere sight of him.
"Do you know how much I missed you in those four years?" I whispered, touching his face with the my fingertips.
"No more than I missed you." He promised as he tangled his fingers in the locks of my hair as he had always done. He kissed my forehead. "Now then, do you want to hear how it happened?"
"Mmmm-hmmm." I said eagerly, scooting just a little bit closer.
"Okay, let me see." Josh closed his eyes for a moment. "I saw you across the room at the restaurant, and I swore that it had to be you. But I couldn't be sure until I saw your face. Then you got up and started to leave, but your heel got caught you were about to fall down......"
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| | Re: In Sleep He Sang To Me... (PG-13) ~Chap 1-5~ 4
« Reply #4 on Jun 10, 2008, 9:44pm » | |
This is the new revision of chapter 5. I read back over that bit that I had posted, and quite frankly, it was rubbish. I really have no idea what possessed me to post it. I was not in my right mind that day.  But now I've come back with a long chapter that will hopefully make up for that lapse in sanity, and also for my long absence. We're back tracking a bit in this version, but don't worry...we'll be catching right back up to where we left off in chapter 6!
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I sat up in my bed and yawned, stretching contentedly. I looked around my room with a stupidly slap happy grin on my face.
Glancing at the glowing numbers on my alarm clock I grumbled under my breath at the intrusion. I was going to have to rush, even if it was to see him.
"Bah!" I scowled, narrowing my eyes at the offensive plastic contraption.
But then I decided that nothing would rain on my happiness parade today. Not when Josh was back in my life!
I giggled and then bounced out of my bed, twirled and shimmied in my pj's, and then sprinted into the bathroom.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" I shrilled, grabbing ahold of the bathroom doorframe and swinging around it and into the bathroom itself.
I made quick work of my shower, and when I was finished I massaged mousse into my hair and them dried with the diffuser on my dryer and glanced with satisfaction as the natural curl in my hair came out and it rolled down my back. I floofed it and then went to dress.
I settled on a pair of dark wash jeans and a satiny purple blouse that tied in the back. I slipped my feet into a pair of black ballet flats and then ran out the door all too aware that the traffic wasn't about to part for me no matter how happy I was.
I hailed a cab and then lounged against the seat, covering my lips with my hand to conceal the giddy smile that played across them.
I was filled to the brim with so much happy knowledge that I thought I might burst.
I reviewed all that Josh had told me the night prior. How he had wished to see me again while he strolled through Central park (which clarified why I couldn't remember anything that had happened to me the night before; Josh hadn't been able to recall anything that happened to him when I wished for him the first time). And then he talked about how he had stolen me from the restaurant almost as soon as he had saved me from busting my head open. And apparently we had spent the whole night cruising around the city, catching up on four years. Even though I still had no idea what he had really been up to in our time apart, and I didn't know what he knew about me.
I sighed and bit my lower lip to hold in the happy squeal that was rising up in my chest. I settled for clapping my hands merrily instead.
I ignored the cabby who had been looking at me with quizzical expressions in the rear view mirror almost the entire time he had been driving me.
"Here you are, miss. Central Pahk." He said with his thick Brooklyn accent.
I handed him the fare. "Keep the change." I said with a wink, shutting the car door with the sound of his thanks echoing in my ears.
I started into the park only to be disappointed that Josh wasn't there yet. I sat down on a bench and anxiously waited for him to arrive, tapping the toes of my shoes on the concrete sidewalk.
Just as I was becoming increasingly enthralled with a group of arguing pigeons who were having a heated debate about who would crap where, I heard a most welcome voice behind me.
"What are you...four? You're sitting there bouning and jigging around with your hands clenched in your lap. You look like you've just been potty trained and are waiting on your mommy to get you to the bathroom." Josh laughed and came jogging around the corner. He sat down beside me.
I looked him over appreciatively, noting how nice he looked in his jeans and dark blue t-shirt, ball cap pulled low over unruly curls, and his glasses.
I tore my eyes away from him and shook my head. "That would be the pot calling the kettle black, pixie stick boy. 'My fans think I'm five. I love that.'" I mimicked, quoting him.
"Well...., that's different." Josh replied. "My fans expect me to be a bit immature, but you should have far exceeded me in the bounds of maturity by now."
"Hah! Yeah, right. That is a double standard, Mr. Groban." I laughed.
"I know." Josh wiggled his brows before putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. He put his head on top of mine. "Mmmm. You smell good." He murmured against my hair.
I chuckled. "I think that I am a bit more put together than when you last saw me." I waved a foot in the air. "Flats!"
I felt Josh's laugh rather than heard it.
"What's so funny?" I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.
Our eyes met and for a moment I thought that I might drown in the depths of his and all their intensity. A small smile lit his face.
"You are. You're what's funny." He said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You're too cute for words sometimes."
I feigned distaste. "I was hoping to have outgrown the 'cute' phase by now."
"Fine." Josh conceded. "You're flipping beautiful!"
"Now that is more like it!" I said, slapping him on the knee. "So...what was it that you needed to tell me?" I asked, remembering his sober statement the night before as I was about to leave.
His demeanor instantly changed. "Oh. Right. Yeah, about that...," he paused.
I frowned, an uneasy feeling developing in the pit of my stomach. "That doesn't sound promising."
Josh shifted in his seat to better face me. He took my hands. "I got this offer to do some shows for a really prominent producer and writer."
I nodded, waiting for the boon to drop, sensing that there was a catch involved.
"But, um, the shows are in London." Josh finished quietly, waiting for my reaction.
I let out a whoosh of breath. "Okay." It was the best I could do.
"I'll probably be gone for a while. I'm not sure exactly how long." Josh said sadly with a touch of uncertainty.
"I'll miss you." I said honestly, looking down at our intertwined hands.
"Now you're making me feel guilty." Josh said wryly. "But I'll miss you, too."
"Good!" I grinned, leaning my head on his chest. "When will you leave?" He stiffened underneath me. "That isn't a good sign." I remarked.
"Today." He sounded embarrassed.
"Woah. I didn't see that one coming." I sat up.
"It all happened really....really fast. If I had known that I we were going to run into each other again I wouldn't have said yes so fast." Josh toyed with my thumb ring.
"I made it four years, babe. I think I can handle this. Zweeli." I added mischeviously, suddenly recalling the last time that the two of us had been together in a park.
"Eet weill bee zee mooost teeerribblloo experiencshe oof Zweeeeeeli's liafe eef yoouuu are noot thare." Josh replied, slipping back into his now infamous Zweeli accent. "Zees parkshs eesh terrifyingsh wizout zee glasshes are zey noot?"
I giggled. "That's almost funnier now that I know what you are doing."
"I still don't like that red hat." Josh recalled, curling his lips in distaste.
"I couldn't resist the temptation." I explained "I think that I still have it somewhere." I gave him a sly sideways glance, considering the possiblities.
"Don't even think about." Josh said adamantly, knowing where my thoughts were headed. Or perhaps already were.
"I didn't say anything." I replied innocently."Yet."
"Well, don't," Josh said darkly just as his phone went off in his pocket.
"Argh!" He groaned, taking it out and glaring at the screen. He pressed it to his ear. "Josh."
I watched his face change and knew that this wasn't good.
"Yeah...I know. I'll be there as soon as I can." He glanced at me and shrugged. "Okay." He shut his phone. "I gotta go." He said regretfully.
"I figured." I said as I pulled him into a hug.
He put his arms around me and held me tight. "I want you to know something," he said in my ear.
I waited, my heart beating hard against my rib cage.
"I still love you. Four years haven't changed that, and neither will this."
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"Writing is my escape. No matter what is happening in my life--good, bad, or in between--writing can make up for it. My mind is always working in that it is all searching for a new story to tell. Lately, though, I've been really been into telling this one story in particular...mine."
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