Crossing over

[YummyManiac]

Dit heb ik vannacht om een uur of 12 in elkaar geflanst, en ik heb niet echt zin om het naar het nederlands te vertalen, dus laat ik het zo..

Crossing Over

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He had tried to escape, to get away, and pretend he felt nothing but
friendship for her. Really, he did. But there is just something about
her, something that makes it impossible for him to hide it, and act
like there is nothing romantic there at all. One look into her eyes,
and he feels like spilling forth all he’s feeling there and then. But then
he didn’t know if she feels the same way. He had suspected she did,
but he didn’t want to push it. It’s not just her and him. Nope, it is
never that easy. She’s dating his brother. And that fact
complicates it more than enough.
All to soon it became too much, he could no longer sit next to her and
pretend that her presence had no effect on him. Part of him wanted to
just grab a hold of her and never let go, maybe ride off into the
horizon with her on his scooter. But he could do none of that. She
wasn’t his.

He suspected that his best friend Dan had picked up on it, but he expected him to.
His little sister Zoey may have as well. She was always looking, and watching people.
Rather intuitive she had become. But they didn’t matter, the only
ones he didn’t want knowing where Dave and Myra. As long as he
kept it hidden from them it would be all right. Dave because, well, he
liked his nose how it was, and poison was a bloody awful potion to
drink. Myra knowing was just an unnecessary and unwanted
complication, it was just so much easier if it was just him feeling
this way. To bring her and her feelings into it would just mess up an
already messed up situation.

But then he realised, she knew. One day they were sitting having lunch
out the back of the shop, and he looked up and met her eyes by
accident, and he just knew. And not only that, but she returned the
feelings. It made it somewhat easier for a little while, he didn’t
have to hide it so much when he was around her, it was never spoken
off, and they both just went about their every day routines.

Then that became too much as well, they had become so comfortable in the way they interacted around each other when it was just the two of
them. Touches that lingered longer than was really necessary, looks
between them that spoke volumes of their feelings. It was becoming
harder not to do these around everyone else.

One day he just knew it couldn’t go on, she was with Dave. No matter
how he felt, or how she felt towards him. She was with him, and had
made no move not to be with him, so he made a decision. He would go
away, he had no idea how long he would go, but he had to get away from
her, from her and Dave. So, leaving a note on the kitchen bench for
Dan, he went.

It was easy at first, and then it changed. He missed her, more than he
possibly thought he would. He missed her voice, the sound of her
laugh, her smile, the scent that always carried with her, and mostly
he just missed her. He kept himself entertained where he was, but it
wasn’t enough. It could never be without her. He had to go back, no
matter how hard it was to be part of her life when she couldn’t be
with him. It was so much harder not to have her in his life at all.

So he returned home to the little flat above the shop he and Dan owned. Dan had welcomed him with a friendly pat on the back and then had promptly disappeared, a hot date apparently. Welcome home.

Looking in the icebox he was disheartened to discover that once again
Dan hadn’t restocked it, bloody typical. Now he’d have to go out
to get something to eat, not what he wanted to do, but he was feeling
mighty peckish. Shrugging into his coat, he made his way to the door.
Swinging it open he got the shock of his life.
“Myra!”

“Hi Thomas,” she tittered. “Can I come in?”

“I was just… sure, come in.”

“Thanks,” she said, brushing past him unconsciously. He felt it.

Walking behind her, he joined her in the kitchen. “I’d offer to
make you a cuppa or something, but Dan hasn’t restocked the box at
all, I was just about to head out and grab some things.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, “That’s alright, I don’t want
anything. How have you been?”

“Alright,” he said quickly, “you?”

“Good, good.” Turning and looking at the bookshelf, “I… uh, Dave
and I aren’t together anymore.”

It was indescribable how he felt as she said those little words. It
was everything he hoped for, but it still felt odd. “Oh,” sitting
down at the table, “so what happened?”

“When he got back from his trip just before you left, we sat down and
talked. Really talked, and we both decided it wasn’t working between
us,” she said, as she ran her fingers along the spines of the books
on his shelf. Stopping when she came to a photo that was sitting
there. Smiling softly, “I like this picture.”

“Me too,” he smiled back. Remembering the day that it was taken.
They had all gone out for lunch to a meadow near school, he and
Myra had fallen asleep laying on the blanket next to each other,
with their heads resting against each others. Zoey had popped up
taking the happy snap.

“Good day,” she whispered. “I should go, you just got back, and
you were going out,” she said moving towards the door, “I’ll see
you later.”

He started moving slowly after her, trying to find the words to make
her stop and stay. His mouth opening and closing much like a fish, no
words seemed to come out. The door slamming shut, and the sound of her
running down the stairs seemed to snap him out of it. And he was after
her. He had to stop her.

“Myra wait,” he called after her, rushing down the stairs.

She stopped as she got to the curtain that separated the front from
the back of the shop, and turned back towards him slightly.

“Don’t go just yet, stay a little while,” he urged grabbing onto
her hand, looking down he watched their fingers entwine by themselves.
“Myra… “

“Thomas… I,” and she stopped. Meeting her eyes, he saw the same
feelings that were going through him. Fear, and want at the same time.
She wanted to be with him, he could see that, but like him she was
scared that it wasn’t returned, that he didn’t want her. But it
was, he did.

Stepping closer, “It’s alright,” he said quietly. Leaning down he
brushed his lips gently across hers. Pulling back slightly to gauge
her reaction, he was pleased to see a smile playing across her lips.
“Stay,” he whispered, brushing a kiss over her lips.

“Yes.”