He hadn't spoken to Angela since they got back in town. He supposed there were reasons for this, but dared not ponder what they were, knowing full and well that the situation with Scott had a great deal to do with it. He also assumed there would be a great deal of tension due to his proclamation of love for her during their last visit. Dave quickly found his throat becoming dry with anticipation by the time she came to the telephone.
"Hello?" she asked, refreshing his memory of her heavenly European-Spanish accent.
"Angie?" his voice squeaked in a prepubescent manner. He cleared his throat. "Angela?"
"This is she..." she sounded confused.
"Angela... this is Dave."
"Oh..."
Awkward silence.
Dave twisted at the coily phone chord, not remembering what he had practiced all morning to say.
"Dave...?" she slowly began.
"Yeah?" he squeaked again, cursing his vocals for deciding to bug out on him them.
"Is there a... reason... why you called?" she asked, not seeming irritated in the least.
Angela always had a very patient way about her. That was one of the reasons Dave wondered why she would be with someone like Scott who was her complete opposite. His older brother was impulsive and eager in every case, while Angela was calm, collected and very rational.
"Yeah... actually there is." he sighed.
* * *
Scott was lured from his bedroom that morning with the borborygmus that had magnified into intense pain in his stomach. He hadn't really eaten much in the past month, as his depression took his appetite. He still wasn't quite sure where things between him and Angela stood, but with new hope in the horizon, he forced himself to go on living with a heart full of faith and a head full of different ways to bring his love back to him.
The clock on the oven only read ten fifty-three. There was a fresh sheet of snow on the ground. After his encounter with his angel at Timber's house, he had fled back to his bedroom where he hibernated the entire night with a heavy soul full of misery and defeat. But the morning sun rose and urged him to step under the shower head with a hopeful song in his mind. He would get her back. Something told him that he would.
Scott selected some wheat bread from the refrigerator, aiming to put some strawberry jam on it. Though it wasn't his normal morning feast, nor was it the healthiest choice, he had the strangest craving for strawberry jam and it tasted rancid alone. His back was turned to the archway when Dave entered cautiously, a dead serious expression on his features.
"Scott..." he said slowly.
Scott looked up for a moment, glancing back at his youngest sibling, then resuming his task without a word said.
"Scott... I need to talk to you." Dave persisted.
Scott continued to say nothing, evenly smoothing the jelly onto the bread.
"Scott, please." Dave begged.
"Talk." Scott directed nonchalantly.
He and Dave hadn't spoken for quite some time. He had no regrets about that fact. Dave had ruined his life and he didn't plan on forgiving him for it in the near future. It was typical of Dave to try to destroy him, once given the opportunity. That vindictive quality that he saw in his brother's eyes made him angry to enormity.
Dave paused for a moment, his heart aching for his brother. He hated what they were going through. He hated all the conflict. He just wanted to get beyond what had happened.
"I'm not going to lie to you." he stated, carefully entering the kitchen completely and leaning against the refrigerator. He was far enough from Scott as not to smother him too soon, but close enough to be there if his eldest brother needed him to be; if Scott wanted him to be. "I was disgusted with what you did to her." he continued. "I... I love her Scott."
The older of the two noticeably tensed up.
"Everything about her... I just love everything about her. And I know I should have told you... I was so mad that you found her first. I want to be with her Scott. I want to be with her forever."
Scott's hand clenched around the knife he gripped tightly in his fist. He couldn't believe that Dave was coming to rub his victory in his face. The truth was that he had never even thought of what he would do if Angela decided Dave was the one she wanted. And now, the way Dave spoke of her led him to believe that maybe he did have a chance. Maybe this was how it was going to be. Maybe Dave had come to tell him that he had won. The thought of Dave with his girlfriend caused his stomach to turn and suddenly the strawberry jam on wheat bread didn't look appetizing anymore; as if it ever did. Standing in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a long sleeved Roots tee-shirt, Scott felt that he might have actually lost this one. Maybe she was gone forever. By the way Dave spoke, he had every reason to believe this so. "But she belongs with you." Dave said, still maintaining his composure against the refrigerator. "You know... a wise person once told me that if you love someone, you have to tell them... or else... the moment will just slip from under your feet. You know?" he squinted his eyes with deep thought. "My point, in case your wondering, is that you shouldn't give up. Just keep telling her... until she's back in your arms Scott. What you two have, some only dream of. And she still loves you."
"What are you getting at?" Scott asked quietly.
"Go to her." Dave stated blandly.
He had lost.
* * *
The pale sunlight flowed through the room, filling it with all it's glory. Angela curled against the window, watching the untouched snow glisten like diamonds on the lawn. She was still recovering from a heart-felt conversation with Dave moments before. A conversation that seemed to have made her mind up for her. She sighed, wondering why she wasn't moving from that spot. What was holding her back? What he did. That was holding her back. There were still two sides to her mind, but one was fading fast. It was decided.
In the freezing, Calgary morning, she ran out her front door in only a tee-shirt and thin pajama pants. The snow soaked through her socks quickly as she stumbled across the lawn, nearly falling several times on the way. But this was what love was about. Love was about the struggle. Love was about the ups and the downs. In that moment of desperation to escape the cold, snowy, prison she was trapped in, she realized that she would do anything to get back in his arms. And she began to run...
* * *
"Go to her." Dave advised dismally, still on his perch by the refrigerator.
The jam-soiled knife toppled to the floor, splattering the thick red substance against the counter and the tile. Scott abandoned his breakfast and dashed through the hallway for the front door. The urgency of the moment caused his heart to race. He threw open the door and was met with the biting cold against his burning cheeks. He was barefoot, and his hair was wet. The number one recipe for catching pneumonia. But this was bigger than that. This was bigger than any consequences there might be.
The lawn was a terrain of scrambled snow from Bob and Timber's snowball fight that had taken place sometime between daybreak and Scott's shower, when he saw them scamper off to her house. The icy substance hindered his steps, but he took lunges and leaps to reach the plowed sidewalk. He only made it halfway before spotting her.
She stood so far away, just watching him. He stopped in his reckless tracks, his shoulders slumping as every emotion he owned weighed heavy on his shoulders. He needed her. She needed him.
The cold numbed her bare arms, but the sight of him warmed her from the core. He was so unguarded at that moment, his hair fallen in his eyes and his posture lacking it's usual confidence. She saw the real him right then. Her heart began to beat even faster, as if that were possible.
"R... run..." she muttered to herself, her feet beginning to carry her closer and closer to him.
Scott threw his arms open and accepted her body full force against his. As they toppled back into the snow, he didn't dare let her go. He refused to let her go this time. She was his. She was his forever.
Angela yanked back from him, sitting up on his venter with a leg on either side of his body. She thumped her fists against his chest angrily, feeling the tears well up on her eyes.
"Why did you do it?" she demanded, hitting him with fury.
Scott tried to catch her lambasting fists with his hands, but failed miserably, taking each blow and feeling as if they were deserved.
"Why?!" she sobbed, pounding him once more before her lifeless hands came to rest against his chest.
"Baby I'm so sorry..." he whispered, not knowing what else could be said.
"No!" she shouted. "That's not just going to make it better." she warned him. "I need time. I need time to... to... heal."
"I know, I know." he whimpered, not able to wait another moment.
He pulled her down to him and pressed his lips firmly on hers. Her hot tears trickled down to his face where their tears met and became one and the same. She responded to his advances feverishly, cupping his chin in her shaking hands.
"I love you..." he slipped in, between their kisses. "I love you so much, you don't know how much it hurts. I want to scream... I can't even breathe..." he vented to her.
"I know..." she nodded, swallowing thickly around the lump in her throat. "I love you too Scott."
Their lips collided once more, finding their rightful place in the world. He held onto her desperately, rolling them over so he was on top of her and could feel every inch of her body on his. He wanted to melt into her. He wanted them to be one and the same just like their tears...
"Don't ever hurt me again Scott... please..." she begged, knowing what another blow to her heart would do.
"I won't, I swear!" he vowed, kissing her again.
"I won't come back next time, I won't come back..." she warned, crushing her lips on his.
"I know... and I need you too much." he said, feeling as if he were no longer on solid ground. His feelings were spiraling all around them in the sparkling snow.
Their kisses grew more and more intense as both their hearts fell into a fire of smoldering emotion, yoked together for forever and a day. Soon after, they just lay in the snow, with their fingers intertwined. The silence was filled with so many words.
"Angela..." Scott finally vocalized.
Her brown eyes looked to his.
"I don't ever want you to leave me." he admitted, not knowing why he had actually said that, but feeling it was necessary.
"Then don't give me a reason." she said sternly, still feeling a twinge of hurt.
"I won't." he promised. He wished his words were enough to make her forgive him. But she just needed time.
"Let's just be honest with each other from now on Scott." she breathed. "I can't deal with what we've been going through. I won't be able to go through it again Scott. I need to know that I'm the one. And if I'm not, that's okay..."
He cut her off. "No, don't say that." he said firmly. "You're the only one. I swear. And when I say forever I mean it. I will never find someone like you; not in a million years. You came and you conquered me Angela. You totally... you totally blew me over. I can't even put into words what I feel..."
She gazed adoringly into his eyes. "You don't have to." she whispered, understanding his whole entire unspoken tirade through the gleam in his blue eyes.
"And I can't stop..." he sputtered, turning his face back up to the winter sun. "I can't stop loving you."
She tightened her grip on his hand. "You don't have to."
* * *
Timber flopped back on her bed next to Bob who was looking through a magazine. "Let's do something." she suggested.
"Like what?" he asked distractedly.
"Like, perhaps, something besides sitting down and looking in girly magazines... what are you reading anyway?!" she demanded taking the magazine he had been indulged in for nearly an hour.
She scanned the page before bursting into laughter. "You little dike!!!" she laughed at him. "You're reading..." she cut off her sentence, starting to laugh maniacally again.
"Hey!" Bob defended.
"You're reading..." she continued to laugh.
"Give that back! It's really insightful!" he informed her.
"Dork!!!!" she guffawed, chucking the magazine back at him before tumbling off her bed.
"Shut up! It's good reading material!" he informed her.
Timber's face appeared at the edge of the bed as she struggled to get off the floor. She took on a comedic face. "So Bob, which do you prefer? Tampons of Maxis?" she asked teasingly, beginning to laugh again.
"Shut up!" he pouted, closing the magazine and sitting up.
"Need some Midol?" she continued.
As her laughter intensified, she took to just laughing and pointing at him, finding the situation hilarious.
"Stop making fun of me!" he whimpered.
"Okay, okay!" she giggled. "But you've been reading that same article for an hour! What could possibly be so fascinating about... that kind of thing?" she asked carefully, trying to avoid using any terms that would make either one of them uncomfortable.
"I dunno." Bob shrugged, leaning back on her bed with the magazine and tucking one of Timber's stuffed cats under his arm.
"You're so weird." Timber stated, traces of her laughter still in her gut.
"Did you know they last for up to a week???" her best friend asked with utter bewilderment. "A week!!"
"I know." Timber replied with a matter-of-fact expression on her face. How did he expect her not to know?
"And there are different kinds of maxis for overnight! What's up with that?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Bob..." Timber started to say.
"And it's really not blood at all, it's like... the epidemis lining!" he exclaimed, still captivated by the new information he had received.
"Endometric." she corrected.
"That's what I said. And you don't get them when you're pregnant!! You know why? Because the epi--- endometric lining forms the placenta..."
"Bob..."
"... and then that's how the baby gets it's food. That's so weird. And tampons..."
"BOB!!!" she exclaimed.
"Timber you don't have to yell, I'm sitting right here." he informed her calmly.
"Sorry. But how do you not know all this? I learned all this stuff in fifth grade sex ed!" she said in disbelief.
"Well I'm sorry." Bob said defensively. "I don't have a sex ed class."
She paused for a moment, realizing that he was right. "Oh yeah..." she trailed off. "Whoa. So you know none of this stuff." she chuckled. "I never even realized that sex education was not part of the home-schooling curriculum."
"No. It's not." Bob said stoically, his eyes still on the magazine.
Timber was silent for a moment, feeling slightly remorseful for teasing him so mercilessly. A lightbulb suddenly flashed on above her head.
"Hey Bob!" she said, plucking the magazine out of his grasp once more. "I'm your best friend right?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Of course." he said matter-of-factly.
"Okay." she nodded. "Then as your best friend, it's my job to teach you the stuff you can't learn anywhere else." she grinned.
"Um..." he wasn't too sure he liked where this was going.
"It's time for a little schooling." Timber winked at him.
Bob suddenly felt as if he were doomed.
* * *
Cory cruised down the nearly deserted street in her lime green Volkswagen Beetle with Clint in the passengers seat. They had decided to spend some time together that morning because she had to baby-sit for her two little brothers later that day and wouldn't have a chance to be with him. She had sailed by the Moffatt house at ten in the morning to pick him up and they had gone out for ice-cream. Almost an hour later, they were back on the street, still deciding what to do until three o'clock when she had to be home.
Clint smiled contentedly to himself, staring out the window. He was really starting to like Cory already, though he hadn't known her for that long. An unfamiliar song wafted out of the radio speakers as it's last guitar chords faded. A new song followed right behind.
"This is my favorite song." Clint informed her.
"Really?" she asked, turning it up a bit.
Clint nodded, starting to hum along with Bryan Adams' airy voice. He watched the little yellow lines sail past his window, hypnotizing him in the comfortable quiet of the vehicle. As that song, too, began to fade, Cory reached out her hand and rested it on his knee. He looked to her and smiled.
"What's your favorite song?" he asked.
She sighed, thinking for a moment. "Um... I really, really, really like NSYNC." she informed him. "But I couldn't really pick a favorite song of theirs... they have so many good ones." she giggled, growing excited just by speaking of her favorite band. "Do you like them?" she asked.
"Yeah." Clint nodded, intertwining his fingers with hers. "They’re very good vocalists. Their harmony's are so... harmonious. It's amazing. But they really can sing, despite the whole boy-band thing. And plus their just really cool people too. When we hung with them, they were so down to earth and funny."
Cory slammed on the breaks with such force, Clint jerked forward.
"What?!" he asked in alarm. "Did we hit something? What happened?"
She turned to him with wide eyes. "You've met NSYNC?!" she squealed.
"Um... I... uh..." he stumbled over his words, thinking she might try to harm him. "We did this thing with them a few times... and... I may have met them... and talked to them... but... it's really no big deal I swear they're just ordinary people!" he rambled.
"Oh. My. God." she said slowly. "Are they as cool as they are on TV? Is Justin really that ghetto? He's such a bad-boy, Oh my God! I love NSYNC so much!" she squeaked, clapping her hands together.
"I can see that." Clint grinned.
"I mean, JC and Justin are just so... COOL!!!!" she shouted.
"Do you mind if we uh... keep driving?" he asked slowly.
"I love NSYNC!" she cried. "I have posters all over my room and oh my God! I used to have a website until my mom made me stop working on it because I was letting my grades slip. But that's not why my grades were slipping, I swear! NSYNC is so cool!!!" she rambled, talking so fast he was dazzled.
"Yeah, so cool..." Clint became very nervous, completely conscious of the fact that they were stopped in the middle of the street.
"Aghhh!!!' Cory suddenly screamed for no reason at all. "You met NSYNC!!!"
Clint raised an eyebrow, directing his eyes back out the window. Just when he thought all was perfect, he detected the flaw. Cory was obsessed with NSYNC.
* * *
She turned to him with frozen lips. Her icy cold fingers were still intertwined with his. They had been just lying in the snow for what seemed like a thousand years, recovering from the previous events. Her skin was taking on a blueish tone, but she didn't feel the cold anymore. She just felt him beside her. That was all she needed.
"It's so cold." he breathed.
"I should go." she said softly, beginning to sit up.
"No!" he quickly objected. "Don't leave me Angela." he beseeched.
"I'll be back Scott." she promised.
"I know... I'm... I'm just not ready to let you go." he said, lowering his eyes from her intense stare. "Come inside with me." he requested. "Please."
Angela paused a moment, not used to all the vulnerability she was witnessing in him. "Okay." she replied, getting to her feet.
He raised up beside her, wrapping her body in a hug before taking her hand and leading her inside the house. He didn't want to be away from her ever again.
The couple climbed the stairs quietly, ducking into his bedroom and closing the door.
"I'll get you something to wear." Scott said in a quiet voice, going to his closet.
Angela watched him with nothing but love radiating from every one of her pores as she sat down on the bed, peeling off her frozen socks with her frozen fingers. Scott handed her a green, long sleeved tee-shirt, a pair of warm-up track pants, and an oversized hoodie with a large Roots logo across the front. She smiled at him, leaving the clothes on the bed and standing up to kiss him.
Scott snaked his arms around her waist, melting against her lips, and savoring every burning moment of it, beginning to warm from within. He felt her icy hands on his cheeks as she cupped his face in her palms and gave him every last drop of love she could conjure up.
"Mmm... I love you." he murmured, feeling as if he didn't say it nearly enough.
"And I love you." she said in return, wondering how she lasted that grey month without having him to hold in her arms and tell the very same thing.
He pulled back from her kiss reluctantly, taking her hands in his and trying to rub them in order to thaw them out. "It's so cold." he murmured, shivering even in the warmth of his bedroom.
"You're wearing wet clothes." she reminded him, using his hands to yank him towards her and kiss him.
They finally parted for good, and he went back to his closet for something to wear himself, while she turned her back on him and pulled off her tee-shirt, completely soaked through with melted snow. The soft fabric of his shirt felt heavenly on her creamy skin. She breathed in it's scent, sighing in bliss as she realized it smelled like him. The hooded sweatshirt was next, feeling heavy on her small frame. After dressing in those two items, she climbed back onto his bed and tucked her legs up under her, watching his back as he tugged his shirt over his shoulders. The individual muscles rippled with each movement of his arms. He was so beautiful to her.
"Do you want to go watch TV or something?" Scott asked, turning back to her as he pulled on a sweatshirt himself.
"Okay." Angela nodded, smiling dazedly as him.
Scott studied her for a moment before coming to the conclusion that he loved it when she wore his clothes. He sat down on the bed beside her, gliding his fingers through her wet curls. His jaded eyes gazed into hers wishing he had the words to communicate the way he felt right then.
"I..." he stammered, narrowing his eyes in a desperate search for what to say next.
Angela placed her hand over his that came to rest on her cheek. "I know."
* * *
"EEEEEEW!!!" Bob exclaimed, clapping his hands over his ears. "Eeeew, eeeww, eeeeeeew!!!!"
"What?" Timber asked, her shoulders slumping with annoyance for his puerile reaction to her words. "It's true!!!"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore!" he informed her.
"Oh grow up Bob!" Timber exclaimed, trying to yank his hands away from his ears.
"No!" he whined. "That's so gross! I'll never be able to look at another... you know... again!"
"It's just a part of life Bob." she said calmly.
"Yeah, a NASTY part of life! That's so disgusting! EEEEWWWW!!!!" he wailed.
"Well, obviously you are NOT mature enough to handle this topic, being as how you get squeamish over..."
"Don't even say it!" he warned.
Timber rolled her eyes, climbing off her bed. "Boys. Can't live with them, can't live without them."
Bob shuddered at the thought of what he had just heard. "Girls... eeeeeeeewww!"
"Well you would have found out eventually. I guess it's better sooner than later." she stated passively.
Bob still shuddered. He had had his head down there on a girl before. If he had only known...
"So, you wanna go do something?" she asked.
"Not if it involves... that!" he said, wrinkling his nose.
"Shut up." she rolled her eyes. "Is Clint home?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think he might be." Bob shrugged, closing the magazine. "He had a date with Cory today."
"This early?" Timber asked.
Bob shrugged. "Don't ask. I sure didn't." he replied. "Let's go back to my house and get the low-down on her. She looked like a bitch to me."
"What?" Timber asked, already grabbing her jacket out of her closet. "How does she look like a bitch?"
"Just a vibe I get." Bob explained, climbing off her bed and getting his shoes out of the corner. "I have bitch radar you know." he grinned.
"I still don't get it. She was so nice. I doubt she's a bitch." Timber stated.
"I dunno. She strikes me as a type that could totally... be a bitch. I have a feeling she won't last." he stated.
"Whatever you say Bob." Timber grinned. "Oh and Bob?" she asked, an eyebrow perking.
"Yeah?"
"Vaginal discharge!"
"EEEEEEEWWWWW!!!!!!!"
* * *
Bob and Timber set up camp in Clint's bedroom, awaiting his arrival home. He returned a bit earlier than planned, slightly surprised by their presence but eventually looking past it as he began to lament inwardly about the outcome of his date.
"So how was it?" Bob asked eagerly, currently forgetting his disgust with the functions of the female organ.
"She's an NSYNC fan!!!" Clint exclaimed, throwing his hands up in anger. "She's obsessed with them!!!"
Timber made a face. "So???" she asked shrugging. "I like NSYNC. They're pretty cool."
"No, no, no." Clint said, pacing vigorously. "You didn't hear me." he clarified. "She is an NSYNC zealot!!!" he shouted angrily. "All she would talk about was them! Just NSYNC, NSYNC, NSYNC!!! I mean, I like them, but not that much!"
"So are you dumping her?" Bob asked, confused.
Clint sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. "Probably not." he admitted. "I really like Cory. I don't know what to do!!!" he wailed, discarding his shirt in the hamper. He fetched a Hard Rock tee-shirt from his bureau.
"Maybe the NSYNC thing will cool down." Timber put in. "I mean, you'll eventually get used to it. She can't be that avid of a fan!"
Clint shrugged, peeling his khaki pants off. "I guess you're right. She did kind of cool it by the time she dropped me off."
"And a lot of girls are crazy about NSYNC. I mean, it's normal to have a girl go ballistic over a band she likes. Think of all your fans out there. I mean, I'm sure there's a Clint Moffatt zealot just as crazy. And she probably drives her boyfriend wild! Plus, it's only been one date! You barely know the girl! Give her another chance at least."
Clint stood in a pensive state, turning this advice over in his head and trying to get used to it's general sound. Timber was right. If he was ever going to get a steady girlfriend, he would have to take her for her flaws too. And it wasn't like NSYNC were bad people. He would rather her have an obsession with a clean pop group than some crazy grunge band that influenced her behavior in a negative way. He supposed he could live with NSYNC.
"Yeah." he eventually complied. "I guess I will give her a chance. I mean, wait to she finds out how I feel about those Victoria's Secret models." he snickered, remembering his stash of catalogues under his mattress.
"I still say she's a bitch." Bob spoke up.
"Oh no one asked you!" Timber said, punching him playfully in the arm.
"She is really cool. Otherwise, I mean." Clint grinned wistfully. "She has big boobs and a nice smile and nice hair and pretty eyes and big boobs and big boobs... and..."
"Good to know the voxpopuli cries out for big boobs!" Timber said defensively.
"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it." Clint said sighing as he pat her on the head.
"Sure..."
"Let's go get something to eat." Bob randomly suggested. "I feel like some marshmallows on graham crackers."
"Mmmmm." Clint grinned, rubbing his stomach. "And we can all curl up on the couch and watch a movie while totally pigging out." he added.
"And some saltines with cheese..." Bob put in.
"What's with the weird cravings?" Timber asked. "Are you guys pregnant or something?"
Bob and Clint just exchanged a smirk.
"I'm going home now." Timber said, beginning to fear for her safety.
"No, we were just kidding." Bob said. "Let's start with those crackers though." he added, hoisting his friend onto his back.
"I can hear them calling my name..." Clint sang.
* * *
Kelly took a deep breath to maintain her composure, fiddling with the fabric in her hands. It was Clint's North Face fleece. She hadn't thought of returning it to him until just that moment. But not only did she want to return it, but she wanted to thank him. He had been there for her when she needed him the most. Even after all they had been through.
Her hazel eyes stared at the doorbell, debating whether or not to ring it.
She panted for breath, trying to keep her tears under control long enough to ring the bell. Why had she come there? Why hadn't she gone to Jeanine's house? Or Timber's? Or Angela's? What was it that had made her run to him? Her trembling finger pushed the bell.
She waited. No answer. The tears started again as she began to fear that he wasn't home. She needed him. She rang the bell again.
"I'm coming!" she heard from inside.
Then she saw his face. Concern was etched between his brows. The world began to swirl around her and she fell forward, beginning to cry. His comforting arms were around her body within minutes. She knew she had gone to the right place...
Kelly shook her head, trying to push that memory out of her mind. The early afternoon wind bit at her tear-stained cheeks. Still holding the jacket to her body, she fled from the doorstep.
* * *
Angela's legs were tucked up against her body as she leaned on Scott, finding it hard to focus on what was on the television. The art of being with him was more than enough to occupy her time, and as her hands were situated nicely in his, she celebrated the fact that she could feel his heart beating so calmly in his chest.
Scott too found it difficult to concentrate. The past month without her had been hell. That hell was enough to make him extra careful with what he did. He never wanted to loose her again. He still didn't know how long it would take before she got over what had happened.
Angela turned her face to his and allowed his lips to brush across hers. She opened her mouth slowly and slightly, coaxing his tongue inside as she slid her arms around his body, allowing him to envelope her with his existence.
The two continued to worship one another, unknowing of the three pairs of eyes that watched intently from the kitchen archway. Bob's jaw dropped as he slipped fully back into the kitchen.
"When the fuck did that happen?" he asked in a loud whisper.
"I dunno!" Timber squealed, jumping up and down.
"Wait, when did what happen?" Clint asked. "Are they back together?"
Timber and Bob glared at him. "No. They're shoe shopping." Timber supplied him with an obvious repartee.
"Wait, so they aren't back together?" Clint asked, confused.
"I guess they are!" Timber beamed.
"I wonder how long it'll last this time." Bob said morbidly. "I bet they're one of those on and off kind of couples."
"Naw. Not Scott and Angela." Timber shook her head.
"Why do you say that?" Clint asked.
Timber grinned. "Because they belong together."
* * *