Happy Valentine's Day! So, I thought that since it's Valentine's, today would be the perfect time to post this chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Please comment and review. Thanks for reading!
It's the end of August and you're sitting in your trailer listening to your favorite band on your iPod. You don't hear the trailer door open and are surprised when you feel a light jab in your ribs.
"Ow!" you say, tugging your ear buds out of your ears.
"Ehehehe. Sorry love, but you can't hear me with those things in your ears."
"You could, you know, tap me on the shoulder or something, like a normal human being."
"I could have, but being normal is sooo boring."
"Okay, then maybe you should have done a cartwheel or something. That would have gotten my attention."
"Are you okay? You seem a little...up tight."
You sigh. No, you really aren't okay. You woke up this morning and realized that there's only one week left of filming. One. Week. That means there's only one more week of seeing Tom everyday. One more week of jokes and pranks. Then it would be over.
"Bea. Through out the time we've known each other, have I ever not been able to tell when you're lying to me?"
No. He's always been able to see through your lies. You don't know why. You could lie to anyone else in the world, but Tom is the one person you can never get past.
"There's just one week left. One week." A tear rolls down your cheek. He wraps his arms around you and you bury your face in his shirt.
"Oh, Bea. Please don't cry. It's not the end. We'll still spend time together. Everything will be okay."
"I'm going to miss not seeing you everyday," you admit.
"I'll miss you, too. You can call me anytime, though. Or Skype. Or text. Or anything really. Don't be shy about it. Okay?"
"It still won't be the same."
"I know, but we'll manage."
He pulls away and looks at you, and you immediately miss the way his arms held you.
"Do you trust me?" he asks.
You nod. Of course you do. You'd trust him with your life.
"Good. Let's hang out tonight. We can watch some movies or something at my place."
You're sitting in Tom's living room listening to his iPod and laughing about nothing. All of a sudden you hear a song come on that almost makes you spit out the water you're drinking.
"What the heck, Tom?" you choke. "Really? Shakira?"
"Yeah! Hips don't lie, Bea!" He jumps out of his spot on the floor. He's doing something with his hips, and you have to admit, it's quite attractive.
"What's that called?"
"They're called the snake hips."
"Maybe the hips don't lie..." you breath, trying not to stare.
"Dance with me, Bea!" He grabs your hand and spins you around the room.
The song ends and a slower one takes it's place. You recognize Ben E. King's "Stand By Me" drift from music player. You move to sit down, but Tom grabs your hand.
"Please don't. Let's keep dancing," he whispers, pulling you close and moving one of his hands to your hip as the other gently grasps your hand. You place your free one on his shoulder as he begins to lead you around the room.
You stare into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that shine brighter than the stars in the sky. You move in closer and put your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat and you feel his chin rest on your head. You sway gracefully with the music and you wish the song would never end. You look up at Tom and he smiles down at you. As you hear the music fade out Tom leans closer, his lips brushing against yours. He begins to pull away, but you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You feel your lips moving together. Your arms go limp, and he pulls away much sooner than you would have liked. All you do is stand there for a moment, avoiding each other's eyes.
"Um. I shouldn't have done that. I hope that wasn't...bad," he apologizes.
"No. Um. It was...good. Really good. But it was...just a kiss, right? I mean, there was nothing to it," you say, trying to convince yourself more than him.
"Uh, yeah. Just a kiss. Um, I'm sorry. Maybe you should go." He moves towards the door, still avoiding your eyes.
You feel a little hurt. You slowly gather your things before walking to the door.
"Goodnight Tom," you whisper. "See you tomorrow."
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