Here we are. Two other chaps in a row. A short one and a longer one. You can't complain really :P
BTW not posting the previously cause we left David being a party pooper and walking out of setting. Just two lines to remember you all were we left out fav couple :)
She burst out laughing quietly, bringing one hand to her mouth. And once again he couldn’t help himself: he tuck a strand behind her ear, sighing, “You see?” he said cherishing the words with his tone “You’ve just shined some more brightly…"
As his fingers brushed across the side of her face, against her skin, Lisa had shivered very lightly and it had sort of looked like she had been almost about to lean her check inside his hand.
He had sensed it. He had seen it. With his very eyes.
Felt it. Under his skin.
And he had wondered whether that would be enough to keep her with him. Close to him. His.
But then, the look she had on her face, right now….
Just the look she had in her eyes now that she had turned to him; breathing harder a little, her chest puffing out some more visibly quicker, her cheeks a little flushed up, but staring straight right up into his eyes, with no hesitations.
‘Cause she had always been the bravest one. No doubt about it.
But just that look….
Once upon a time they could go out together.
It was November. House first season. A dreary evening, cold and wintry. Sunny. Just that kind of sunny driving you nuts in LA. But so, so wintry.
And it just came after one of the longest week of his life. A dull one. A regular one.
Get up at 5.30. Jogging. Breakfast. Setting. Setting. Lunch. Setting. Setting. Boxing. Dinner. Bed.
Monday. Tuesady. Wendsday, Thursady…
Get up at 5.30. Boxing. Breakfast. Setting. Setting. Setting. Freguson, four point thirty. Home. Setting. Setting. Setting…
It had been a dreary week so far. Tedious to say the least. At times, he loved this new job just as much as he truly hated it.
A dreary week, cupped by the insufferable long-lasting misgiving he would never feel home into this city.
Then he had bumped into her.
And the world had turned again.
He had just gone out to have a stroll downtown. Stretch his legs; spend the time that wouldn never fly by. Clear his head. He was walking with a quick pace, enjoying nothing. He couldn’t remember anything about that afternoon.
She was walking her dogs.
They had collided with each other.
Or maybe had been driven to one another.
He didn’t know.
A very clumsy-few-minutes-conversation by the sidewalk.
She smiled so much….
Just so much.
And then he was asking her for a coffee.
He had no clue on what he was thinking. He had never asked somebody out like that.
He wasn’t asking her out, was he? He was married. They worked together.
She had lit her up from within though. She would love to.
They had went for a nearby coffe-house.
There was nothing wrong about it. They just got along. There was nothing wrong about it. She was funny. God if she was a hoot to have around on set. One of those people you wish you could close to you. With you. ‘Cause they make you see life differently. One of those you wish might teach you how to let it drift it over you. Happiness.
He just felt so alone in LA.
She smiled so much.
She was very, very, very pretty alright. No question about that. She was actually that kind of pretty that gives you butterflies, as a matter of fact. That was certainly very much true. It was true, alright.
But then, when hanging with the fashionable inhabitants of gilded Hollywood who wasn’t that pretty? Who wasn’t that knockout stunning or that charismatically chatty to make someone like him feel like he wasn’t that interesting at all after all? As if, maybe had they been living in another time and another place of course, had they met under way different circumstance, she would have been always irremediably, anyway, completely out of your league?
Everyone makes you feel just not that special at all inside that world. Everyone.
Jennifer was quite a beauty too, wasn’t she? A kid to him but beautiful undoubtedly. And Olivia, Olivia was lovely too, wasn’t she? And it felt they were so alike at times. Just so unlike. Not that perfectly in tune, but very much similar.
Lisa instead…well Lisa, Lisa was a woman….
But he had known many lovely women, hadn’t he?
She just smiled so much….
Once upon a time they could go out together.
That had been their first time.
One of the fewer.
Among the last.
Later on, seeing each other had just started to feel not that right anymore. Not in public at least. But they had never said a word about it. Not to one another.
She had never asked why they didn’t.
He had never mentioned her why they couldn’t.
That Melody song….
She was so enthusiastic about it. So was in love with that album. Black and Blue. He might have listened to that one only once in his life possibly. He had gone to buy a three-parts-best-of that following summer. A twisted trick of fate: Sweet Home London was the title.
How was that even normal?
He had told her it was one of his all-time favorites too. That very night. That very same night he had looked straight in the eyes and told her he loved that album too.
It was just so underestimated. So snubbed. Nobody seemed to remember it.
He didn’t know the reason he had done that. God knew if he had been asking himself why, as he listened to himself talking, the words coming out of his mouth as if they weren’t even his.
Like staring at oneself in the mirror. But the image it reflects isn’t you. Not the one you used to know.
They had just been chatting so much. Just been hanging out for so long that it had felt like time wasn’t even passing by him. It was an unusual thing to him. He just wanted to hang on in there for a little longer.
But he hadn’t been able to explain himself why it kept on giving him such a weird, funny feeling whenever he managed to get another smile out of her.
So then, when they had come across music, and she had brought the Stones up, he just knew that that little lie had simply ripped out of his mouth, sounding so innocent at the time.
Just so innocent.
But the way it had made her smile…..
And then that look in her eyes.
Just that look….
As if, from that time on, they would always shared a secret no one could ever steal them.
That very same look had suddenly came across her face very recently. That very night everything had started over again, when after turning her helmet over in her hands for a while, she had raised her eyes to him, smiling to one of his jokes.
As he looked down at her for what it felt like an endless heartbeat he had the feeling he could still feel the sweet pine scent in the night air, as the cool wind whipped at their face. And then the fragrance coming from her hair when she had peeled off her helmet. And again the surreal quietness of that terrace ringing in his ears, as he told her he was sorry, for everything.
And the words in his head soaked with the salty taste he still felt even too fresh on his lips.
A little pang to his chest. Something he wasn’t willing to ignore so conveniently this time.
“Guys, I’ll be right back….”
Greg’s voice reminded him they weren’t alone. Not yet. Just in time maybe. Because he had just been about to inch forward to caress her.
Or so it had felt.
Greg was walking backwards with his phone in his hand.
“What’s the matter?” Lisa asked.
Hugh straightened up a bit. It didn’t look like she had noticed any of it.
Greg grimaced down to his phone, “I might have accidentally forgotten to tell Emily I wouldn’t be sleeping home at all….”
Lisa stifled a chuckle, “Oh well, good luck with that then….”
Greg shot her a look. Then it looked like he was running a cold sweat.
Hugh couldn’t say anything. Too many things were happening to him tonight. Today. This week. This year. He couldn’t think clearly.
He couldn’t make up his mind.
“She’s gonna kill me you’re right….” said Greg.
She stifled another chuckle. And then he a second later, he was gone.
They were alone.
But he remained still staring at the spot where Greg had vanished without knowing what to do. He couldn’t think. Make up his mind on what he had a right to ask.
Suddenly, though, she was moving and she turned to face him. She started pinching her nails, as staring down at them, speaking slowly and softly with her head slightly tipped “So…you’re gonna tell me what’s on your mind…or I’ll have to play a penny for your thoughts for you to let me in?”