Thanks to all of you who comment and offer opinions. I'd love it if you gave me suggestions on how you want this to go. Or would you like me to keep surprising you? And to Nick, you are absolutely cool. Kisses to y'all!!!! Nefatiri
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"Lunch?"
"Not today. Have to do some stuff."
"This week?"
"I'm not sure when I'll be free or even in the mood to be out."
"You can come to mine or I come to yours."
"Can I get back to you on that one?"
"Cool. Take care."
Text messages done, Marci put her phone on the nightstand and sighed. That Mila did not want to see her was clear. She wasn't going to force issues. Her repressed anger at everything was now rising to the top and she could feel her mood take a slow but sure plunge into some sort of depression. Everything was so messed up. She should never have let things with Drew get so out of control and especially so openly. Nathan had pissed her off and she couldn't call him on it cause the situation with her and Drew. Brian was pretty much unavailable of late. She really needed to vent her frustrations at the world.
Jumping off the bed, she took a small bag and put in a few essentials. Car keys in hand, she went down the stairs and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She was about to close the door when she saw the cake. It hadn't been there before. Must be Drew. She licked off a little of its chocolate and sighed yet again. It was delicious. She put her other stuff down and sat at the island to dig in. She would eat half in case Drew wanted to have the rest. He didn't really strike her as the sweet tooth type though.
"Going somewhere?" the man asked behind her making her whirl around on the stool.
"I need to clear my head." she stated simply taking him in. She took a good long look. He was gorgeous. Tall, lithe and lean. Dark hair, green eyes and a killer smile. In any world, he was yum! His strength of character while extremely attractive was also very scary. She had begun to feel bullied in the whole debacle. Drew had not let her breath to think. When he wasn't playing word games with her, he had her in bed.
"Running again?" he asked settling opposite her. He gave her an intense look and she didn't have to be genius to know that this particular conversation was headed south.
"I'm not running Drew. My internal dialogue is in turbulence. I need to calm it down and I can't do that here."
"Now you're quoting Chopra. Priceless." He snorted and dipped a finger into the cake. She pushed the plate towards him but he shook his head and pushed it back at her.
"It was for you. You love chocolate."
"Thanks, that was very sweet of you. Been home?" she asked him pointedly.
"Yeah. It's a little crazy there actually. Mila and Nathan told mom and dad about the baby. That didn't go down well. My mom hates Mila. My dad hates Mila's dad and Nathan is in love with you. It's a potent mix of emotions."
She was taken aback by the rant. Drew was a man of few words. He must also be frustrated at everything. She smiled reassuringly at him though she felt none of that reassurance herself.
"My mother by the way said she adored you until you decided to mess her two sons and Dad thinks you'll leave me soon enough when you realize that I am too old for you." He said this looking at her with his now trademark intensity. He was trying to see if his father was right. She sighed and slumped forward onto the table.
Drew's parents were the nicest people she knew. They'd been nothing but affectionate and inclusive with her since her family had first moved next door when she was four. They'd never had the opportunity to see a less than perfect side of her in all that time. She groaned aloud and heard Drew come round to put his hands around he shoulders. Her tears were threateningly close. She pushed them back and leaned into him. It felt nice and safe there for the moment.
"What am I going to do?" she turned and asked him.
"What are WE going to do.....and about what part exactly do you ask?" he murmured into the top of her head.
"You, me, Mila, Nathan and Brian who seems to have abandoned me all of a sudden. My best friend has no time for me anymore. Just last week he was complaining I wasn't around for him and now I can barely tie him down in traffic!"
The tears spilt freely now and she sniffed. Drew took in a deep breath and bent down to look her in the eyes. He was concerned though he didn't have the sad look she did. He seemed more in control of things.
"Breath sweetheart, it will be fine. I am here now, you will be fine." He told her softly and she so badly wanted to believe him. The problem was that they couldn't very well ignore the rest of the world, they had to face the situation and she wasn't feeling too optimistic about that. Her cell phone rang and she flipped it open. It was one of her friends.
"Hey Tylor." She said trying to sound normal.
"Are you crying? I told you those boys would do nothing but complicate and fuck up your idyllic life." Tylor chided and she could hear Natalie in the background agreeing with her. Marci had to smile. At least there were people other than Drew in her corner.
"She's not crying. She's just a little upset. Come over and cheer your friend up." Drew said into the phone after he had snatched it from Marci, "And I didn't fuck up her life....you shout on the phone Tylor."
He then hang up leaving a gaping Marci scowling hard at him. He shrugged it off and once again held her.
"Question, what do you feel for me?" he asked her getting back to her eye level. She was taken aback by that. Up to now, he'd never seemed to care what her feelings towards him were. He seemed okay with knowing that his love for her was enough for both of them. Marci preferred that status quo, she hated hard questions.
"Drew!" she complained but he looked at her insistently.
