Leonie's fic in english
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cinegirl
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Hello again! 
Well, not totally done but nearly... but I can't keep you guys waiting any longer, the last part of this chapter won't take so long.
So:
Chapter 3#:
-R-
Her apartment looks just as he had imagined: bright and colourful, but not too loud. Everything was held in pastel, soothing to (?) the eyes. There are some tastefully pictures with flowers, waterfalls and beaches with palms on it. The ceiling lamp immerses everything in steady light and with a view in the dark night out of the huge window besides the couch you can surmise amazing scenery with hills and meadows. Ryan likes her apartment – it’s comfortable and pretty. It completely goes with her.
„Back there, the second door from left, there is the bathroom. If you need it, you can find some bandaging material in the commode, the lowest drawer.” While Calleigh deposits her bag on the couch her blonde hair slides across her shoulder. Just like silk – her hair is like silk, for real. If you would run your fingers through it you wouldn’t hit upon a resistance, you wouldn’t find any bun or the like. Every single hair sits perfectly, side by side the next hair – how would he like to run HIS fingers through it, just to check out if appearances are deceiving.
“What?” , she asks and eyes him suspiciously. Not until now he realizes, that he just stood there the whole time and stared at her. He makes an effort and tries to ignore this fluttering, funny feeling in his stomach. “Nothing. I…I will go…to the bathroom now.” He points at back with his thumb but still stays for a moment to calms down his thumping heart. Then he turns around and leaves.
“Wrong direction!”, he hears Calleighs’ voice.
He swings around and notices an amused smile on her lips.
“What…?”
She laughs. “The bathroom is at the opposite direction. This way leads you to the cellar.”
“Oh.” How embarrassing! Another time he made a fool of himself. Ryan feels his face getting hot. Quickly he takes the correct way to the bath. Not before getting there and looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his own blood in his face and on his hands, he feels the nagging pain in the bridge of his nose again. Now when Calleigh isn’t there in the same room with him…
-C-
Calleigh still smiles, although Ryan isn’t in the room anymore. She just can’t switch it off, it’s coming directly from within. She could squeak: “Cuuuuuute!” when she things of him, taking the wrong direction. His goofy, confused look was so…quaint!
But instead she just pulls off her jacket and places it on the chair, sits down and gets up right after it, as to run quickly to the mirror which is hanging above the telephone and to take a short look at herself. She expected to look awful, that her hair would be in a muddle, but everything fits. Fine.
Just on the way to sit down on the chair again her view stripes her stereo. She grins: in the
past days she has listened to Ryan’s CD’s, he gave her, every evening and she liked them a lot. Exactly her taste.
She presses the Play-Button.
Cause I’ve got you
To make me feel stronger
When the days are rough
And an hour seems much longer
Somehow the text reminds her of today. She can’t say what exactly; perhaps it’s just the word “strong”? Or “night”? It doesn’t matter anyway.
She has a strange but also terrific feeling, some kind of being tipsy… She had a similar feeling when their hands first contacted, shaved, at their walk in the fields.
Ryan is here. In her apartment. A bizarre imagination, but it’s true. Somehow it’s lovely to have someone here with her, someone she really likes a lot, not being alone anymore – someone like Ryan.
Well, don’t think that would mean something, she just took him with her because in his battered condition he wouldn’t have been able to drive home – that’s it!
Though it’s nice to have him here with her…
She sits down on her couch, listens to the gentle music in the background, waiting for Ryan’s return from the bathroom. After certainly waiting more than five minutes she gets a bit anxious about him. How long does it take to just refresh oneself?
“Ryan?”, she calls towards the bathroom. “What are you doing all the time?”
She hears him answering but couldn’t get what he said. So she gets up from the couch and walks towards the bath. The door is open and she recognizes Ryan in front of the mirror, leaning above the washbowl. She can’t see any more blood drops on him – not on his hands and not at his nose. Ryan hasn’t yet recognized her standing in the doorframe.
„Hey, you’re already done, so what are you still doing?“, she asks him a bit confused.
Ryan winces and groans as he sees her.
“Man, you scared me!” He grasps at his heart for a short time and starts smirking bashful as he noticed her look of inquiry.
“I…uhm“ ,he scratches his back of the head, „I just cleaned up a bit. So many things were standing around here…”
Well, not totally done but nearly... but I can't keep you guys waiting any longer, the last part of this chapter won't take so long.So:
Chapter 3#:
-R-
Her apartment looks just as he had imagined: bright and colourful, but not too loud. Everything was held in pastel, soothing to (?) the eyes. There are some tastefully pictures with flowers, waterfalls and beaches with palms on it. The ceiling lamp immerses everything in steady light and with a view in the dark night out of the huge window besides the couch you can surmise amazing scenery with hills and meadows. Ryan likes her apartment – it’s comfortable and pretty. It completely goes with her.
„Back there, the second door from left, there is the bathroom. If you need it, you can find some bandaging material in the commode, the lowest drawer.” While Calleigh deposits her bag on the couch her blonde hair slides across her shoulder. Just like silk – her hair is like silk, for real. If you would run your fingers through it you wouldn’t hit upon a resistance, you wouldn’t find any bun or the like. Every single hair sits perfectly, side by side the next hair – how would he like to run HIS fingers through it, just to check out if appearances are deceiving.
“What?” , she asks and eyes him suspiciously. Not until now he realizes, that he just stood there the whole time and stared at her. He makes an effort and tries to ignore this fluttering, funny feeling in his stomach. “Nothing. I…I will go…to the bathroom now.” He points at back with his thumb but still stays for a moment to calms down his thumping heart. Then he turns around and leaves.
“Wrong direction!”, he hears Calleighs’ voice.
He swings around and notices an amused smile on her lips.
“What…?”
She laughs. “The bathroom is at the opposite direction. This way leads you to the cellar.”
“Oh.” How embarrassing! Another time he made a fool of himself. Ryan feels his face getting hot. Quickly he takes the correct way to the bath. Not before getting there and looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his own blood in his face and on his hands, he feels the nagging pain in the bridge of his nose again. Now when Calleigh isn’t there in the same room with him…
-C-
Calleigh still smiles, although Ryan isn’t in the room anymore. She just can’t switch it off, it’s coming directly from within. She could squeak: “Cuuuuuute!” when she things of him, taking the wrong direction. His goofy, confused look was so…quaint!
But instead she just pulls off her jacket and places it on the chair, sits down and gets up right after it, as to run quickly to the mirror which is hanging above the telephone and to take a short look at herself. She expected to look awful, that her hair would be in a muddle, but everything fits. Fine.
Just on the way to sit down on the chair again her view stripes her stereo. She grins: in the
past days she has listened to Ryan’s CD’s, he gave her, every evening and she liked them a lot. Exactly her taste.
She presses the Play-Button.
Cause I’ve got you
To make me feel stronger
When the days are rough
And an hour seems much longer
Somehow the text reminds her of today. She can’t say what exactly; perhaps it’s just the word “strong”? Or “night”? It doesn’t matter anyway.
She has a strange but also terrific feeling, some kind of being tipsy… She had a similar feeling when their hands first contacted, shaved, at their walk in the fields.
Ryan is here. In her apartment. A bizarre imagination, but it’s true. Somehow it’s lovely to have someone here with her, someone she really likes a lot, not being alone anymore – someone like Ryan.
Well, don’t think that would mean something, she just took him with her because in his battered condition he wouldn’t have been able to drive home – that’s it!
Though it’s nice to have him here with her…
She sits down on her couch, listens to the gentle music in the background, waiting for Ryan’s return from the bathroom. After certainly waiting more than five minutes she gets a bit anxious about him. How long does it take to just refresh oneself?
“Ryan?”, she calls towards the bathroom. “What are you doing all the time?”
She hears him answering but couldn’t get what he said. So she gets up from the couch and walks towards the bath. The door is open and she recognizes Ryan in front of the mirror, leaning above the washbowl. She can’t see any more blood drops on him – not on his hands and not at his nose. Ryan hasn’t yet recognized her standing in the doorframe.
„Hey, you’re already done, so what are you still doing?“, she asks him a bit confused.
Ryan winces and groans as he sees her.
“Man, you scared me!” He grasps at his heart for a short time and starts smirking bashful as he noticed her look of inquiry.
“I…uhm“ ,he scratches his back of the head, „I just cleaned up a bit. So many things were standing around here…”
CathStokes
Head of the Day Shift
Vera you rock at translation! That fic is amazing, Leonie
cinegirl
Coroner
Thanks for all of your kind words! Okay guys, perhaps you won't believe it, but I have finished the 3rd chapter!!
So here it goes:
Now she’s seeing it, too. Before, all of her cosmetics and nurture utensils were standing disarranged on the shelving, some even on the side of the sink; but now everything is nearly awfully sorted – after colours!
“Ryan, you wretch! You destroyed my neatly arranged chaos!”, she yells at him feigned aghast, and he first looks at her as if he has a bad conscience. But after all he realizes her grin.
„I’m sorry, but there was this hairbrush lying and…well, she didn’t belong there and so I stowed her away. But once I started, somehow I can’t stop it!” He has to laugh as well – at himself.
Perplexed she shakes her head. “Get out of here. I have to bring back order into this „chaos“. Oh, by the way: how is your nose doing?”
Painfully Ryan screws his eyes: “She aches hellishly, but not as much as a while ago.” Then he gets ready to leave the room. Calleigh presses herself at the doorframe to allow him to pass. He tries to squashes himself by her, he is very close. So close that their both bodies nearly touched all over. She feels his warmth, his heartbeat. He smells good, so good! She doesn’t know this smell, it’s somehow flowery.
Her head begins to swim. Well, not exactly, but it feels like that. Butterflies are fluttering in her body – they seem to spread out from the points where Ryan touched her and now it prickles in her whole body, even in the toes and the finger tips. Her knees become shaky and if she doesn’t pegs to the doorframe she might just topples down.
*Wow* she thinks, unable to articulate it. Ryans face is directly in front of hers. His eyes studying her intently, expectant, confused, a bit fearful…
Closer and closer – she barely realizes how his handsome face approaches hers steadily, until his two brown sparkling eyes seem to become blurred to one. She can feel his fresh breath on her lips, their both points of the nose shaves each other…
„Ouuuuchh!!!“
Ryan flinches back, his face contorted with pain, stumbles his back of the head against the doorframe and groans again immediately.
„Gosh darn it!“ He squeezes past her totally, holding his aching nose.
Calleigh ignores her beating heart, her shaky knees and that what just nearly happened. Anyhow: she tries it. She follows Ryan out and strokes his arm carefully.
„Are you alright? “ She recognizes some tears of pain in his corner of the eyes, but he nods: „Tomorrow I’ll see a doctor, I swear! “
--
Afterwards he had left she lies in her bed and couldn’t find any sleep. She thinks about the day, about everything that happened today - and what almost has happened.
Perhaps it has already happened during their walk when their hands touched for a short time. Or perhaps it was his glance after it. How he eyed her up and looked at her. Well, it doesn’t matter, when it had happened, it just happened. She never had thought it could get this far. Never…or?
Well, perhaps she felt it and just didn’t acknowledge it to herself, even when she figured it out she denied her feelings.
Nearly they had…but only nearly!! And only because of the nose. Stupid nose! No, stupid Marc who broke Ryans cute lug – or at least slightly broken her…
Stupid Calleigh, who went this far with Marc.
So everything is her own fault, her fault that it didn’t happen! Anger rises in her, like hot boiling water – she had been so damn stupid! Why did she have to run after this nuff and freaky Marc, while the answer was lying directly in front of her!
About two hours before she finally drove Ryan to his car. Again they both didn’t say a word during the whole ride. Nobody had the courage to touch upon that nearly happened affair. What doesn’t mean that they feel nasty because of it – well, anyhow from Calleigh’s side; but she just couldn’t take courage – perhaps she feared Ryan’s reaction, though she now asks herself: why? With hindsight she can’t tell which reaction she might have feared. Perhaps she only waited for him to say something, and probably he waited for the same inversely. But on the other hand: what could you say about that subject? “Sorry, but tomorrow we’ll get it!” ? Scarcely. Actually you can’t say anything about it.
„See you tomorrow.“, he had whispered to her before he closed the door of her car and his shadow was swallowed up by the darkness.
Tomorrow - it’s time to dare a step forward. Now that she finally knows about her feelings and also knows that she can’t avoid them, she just will ask him…
TBC with Chapter 4!
So here it goes:
Now she’s seeing it, too. Before, all of her cosmetics and nurture utensils were standing disarranged on the shelving, some even on the side of the sink; but now everything is nearly awfully sorted – after colours!
“Ryan, you wretch! You destroyed my neatly arranged chaos!”, she yells at him feigned aghast, and he first looks at her as if he has a bad conscience. But after all he realizes her grin.
„I’m sorry, but there was this hairbrush lying and…well, she didn’t belong there and so I stowed her away. But once I started, somehow I can’t stop it!” He has to laugh as well – at himself.
Perplexed she shakes her head. “Get out of here. I have to bring back order into this „chaos“. Oh, by the way: how is your nose doing?”
Painfully Ryan screws his eyes: “She aches hellishly, but not as much as a while ago.” Then he gets ready to leave the room. Calleigh presses herself at the doorframe to allow him to pass. He tries to squashes himself by her, he is very close. So close that their both bodies nearly touched all over. She feels his warmth, his heartbeat. He smells good, so good! She doesn’t know this smell, it’s somehow flowery.
Her head begins to swim. Well, not exactly, but it feels like that. Butterflies are fluttering in her body – they seem to spread out from the points where Ryan touched her and now it prickles in her whole body, even in the toes and the finger tips. Her knees become shaky and if she doesn’t pegs to the doorframe she might just topples down.
*Wow* she thinks, unable to articulate it. Ryans face is directly in front of hers. His eyes studying her intently, expectant, confused, a bit fearful…
Closer and closer – she barely realizes how his handsome face approaches hers steadily, until his two brown sparkling eyes seem to become blurred to one. She can feel his fresh breath on her lips, their both points of the nose shaves each other…
„Ouuuuchh!!!“
Ryan flinches back, his face contorted with pain, stumbles his back of the head against the doorframe and groans again immediately.
„Gosh darn it!“ He squeezes past her totally, holding his aching nose.
Calleigh ignores her beating heart, her shaky knees and that what just nearly happened. Anyhow: she tries it. She follows Ryan out and strokes his arm carefully.
„Are you alright? “ She recognizes some tears of pain in his corner of the eyes, but he nods: „Tomorrow I’ll see a doctor, I swear! “
--
Afterwards he had left she lies in her bed and couldn’t find any sleep. She thinks about the day, about everything that happened today - and what almost has happened.
Perhaps it has already happened during their walk when their hands touched for a short time. Or perhaps it was his glance after it. How he eyed her up and looked at her. Well, it doesn’t matter, when it had happened, it just happened. She never had thought it could get this far. Never…or?
Well, perhaps she felt it and just didn’t acknowledge it to herself, even when she figured it out she denied her feelings.
Nearly they had…but only nearly!! And only because of the nose. Stupid nose! No, stupid Marc who broke Ryans cute lug – or at least slightly broken her…
Stupid Calleigh, who went this far with Marc.
So everything is her own fault, her fault that it didn’t happen! Anger rises in her, like hot boiling water – she had been so damn stupid! Why did she have to run after this nuff and freaky Marc, while the answer was lying directly in front of her!
About two hours before she finally drove Ryan to his car. Again they both didn’t say a word during the whole ride. Nobody had the courage to touch upon that nearly happened affair. What doesn’t mean that they feel nasty because of it – well, anyhow from Calleigh’s side; but she just couldn’t take courage – perhaps she feared Ryan’s reaction, though she now asks herself: why? With hindsight she can’t tell which reaction she might have feared. Perhaps she only waited for him to say something, and probably he waited for the same inversely. But on the other hand: what could you say about that subject? “Sorry, but tomorrow we’ll get it!” ? Scarcely. Actually you can’t say anything about it.
„See you tomorrow.“, he had whispered to her before he closed the door of her car and his shadow was swallowed up by the darkness.
Tomorrow - it’s time to dare a step forward. Now that she finally knows about her feelings and also knows that she can’t avoid them, she just will ask him…
TBC with Chapter 4!
Dutchie
Coroner
Continued with chapter 4: (yeah sorry Vera, but I had it finished for about three months now. Kidding hun, you know I love you.)
-R-
The next day they work normally together. Still neither of them talks about the theme. But he thinks about it every second. How close her face had been, how her eyes had shined, how warm she’d been, how beautiful. He thought he was going to fall down the next moment. Would she really have done it? Did she feel the same as he? Or had it been only this coincidence again, where he had only imagined this special attraction, also from her side?
No. He knows that that isn’t true. She had moved her head too far to his for that. Her lips had been too close for that, to be a coincidence. Only his nose had stopped it. Stupid nose. Stupid Marc.
He had been to the doctor this morning. His nose was a bit broken. He already suspected that. When he had looked in the mirror at home, his nose back had been swollen and red. Today he walks with a big white band aid on it all day. Everyone asks him what happened. Eric, of course, couldn’t keep his comment inside. “Is that band aid the new fashion or what have you done to get yourself into a fight?”
But Ryan says that he made an unfortunate fall on the edge of his table. If Calleigh is next to him when he says that, she smiles at him, much saying, but still painfully affected.
Inside, he wanted to get it back, what they’d missed yesterday. Inside, he wanted to ask her out on a date. Inside he wanted her…
“Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
It is Calleigh. He stands alone for the many evidence that lays on the table in front of him. She stands in the doorstep and looks at him observantly. By the look of her his heart starts to beat faster again. He just can’t stop it.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Sure.” Ryan says unsure. Was she going to say something about yesterday? He is tensed, and scared at the same time, for what she is going to tell him. She smiles at him, throws her hair backwards over her shoulder with a swing of her head. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
For a moment he stares. Silent. He only hears his own heartbeat. Would it be…was she going to…would she really? He coughs, closes his eyes for a moment, opens them again and looks into her bright, green eyes, which are observing him.
“No, to be honest, I don’t.” His voice sounds harsh.
Calleigh laughs and crosses her arms in front of her chest. She is so beautiful in this moment, that Ryan nearly died.
“Good. How about we go do something? Go for dinner for example?”
Ryan forgets to breathe for a moment. Is she serious? Apparently. He can hardly seize his luck, and says: “Yes.” When he said it, he felt that he had to say something else, or else he sounds so rude, like he didn’t really want to.
“I’d love to.” He says and smiles at her. She answers: “Okay. Good. You want me to pick you up? Around a quarter to eight?” He only nods quickly as a reply, grinning from one ear to another. He doesn’t care about his heart rate right now. Also the fact that he is going red as a tomato. He feels so good. Great, no, fantastic! He feels like the happiest man in the world.
It’s true; Ryan Wolfe and Calleigh Duquesne have a date.
-C-
To be honest: she had already expected him to say yes. She felt it, after everything that had happened, or didn’t happen. Still it was a wonderful feeling, to hear how he said yes. And when he added “I’d love to.” and smiled sweetly, so that she knew that he really meant it. She went out the room quickly, so he didn’t hear her hard heartbeat. Afterwards she would have stuttered.
Actually she wanted to excuse herself for his nose again. Also, when she knows, that it isn’t really her fault, still she had this small, bad conscience. When she had to watch, how he every time forcefully pinches or scratches his nose, there were the white band aid on his nose back sticks. (She can’t help herself, somewhere it looks sooo charmingly!)
When she had to listen how the others made fun of it, especially Eric. Or how Horatio looked at him with that I-know-exactly-how-that-happened-look. Every time she sees Ryan, she has to laugh. Not that she laughs at him, or something, he just looks so damn sweet and frustrated and funny. It is more like a laugh from empathy.
A quarter to eight. Then it’s time. The whole time at work she’d felt a strangle tingle in her stomach. A very interpreting tingle. It’s not that it’s bad. Somewhere nice. But good bad. Like, when you get a test back at school, and know that you have almost everything right and take a good grade home for sure. Exited. Anxious. Good. Yes, something like that.
Oh my god, what should she wear? Maybe she should go like this, how she always looks. Okay, she has to shape herself a bit, but not that much. She wants to look like she feels right now: happy. And it has to be comfortable. No unnecessary accessories, that only disturb. No shoes with high heels. Not to much make up, so that she has to run to the toilet at least every quarter to re-apply it. No dress that sits so tight that she can hardly move. No, maybe she should just go in her trousers. In her black, gracious ones, with the blazer that’s just as black. Right. That’s good.
Somewhere it’s unbelievable. Somewhere so…rare, but in a good way, of course. A real, official date. No spontaneous walk. With Ryan, not with Marc, that…that bastard, as Ryan had called him. But it’s right.
Stop. Marc has to be forgotten. Today she’s going out with Ryan. He, who had been a good friend only. Maybe that’s the rare part. In a good way, like said.
-R-
Nervous he stands in front of the mirror, runs a hand through his hair until it’s frizzy. But he doesn’t care. He only pays attention to his clothing. He hadn’t really made himself chic, with a suit, or something. The whole time he had wondered if he should wear one, but somewhere…he doesn’t know. He has this feeling that it wouldn’t fit. He doesn’t want her to think that he is gonna propose to her.
So he just chooses a black pull under, with a white shirt underneath it and a blue-gray pair of jeans, that have a little overthrow on the end. That’s enough. Also a suit looks ridiculous when you have a white band-aid over your nose back. He cursed the thing. He looks so stupid with it.
Hopefully she doesn’t dress up to much. Like she would come in a dress and…no. She wouldn’t come in a dress. No way. For Marc maybe, but not for him. Hopefully.
Fifteen minutes to go and with every passing second, his heart seems to beat faster and his hands seem to tremble more. He just can’t sit still, waiting, he can’t. It only makes him more nervous. So he walks from one side of the room to the other, stands still for a moment, goes to the window, looks outside, maybe she comes a bit earlier, walks around the kitchen table three times, and stands still again next to the coffee machine. Should he take a…no, no more coffee today! Or at least not before the…date.
Date. A real date. With Calleigh. A real official date.
A real official date with Calleigh.
Then it rings. That’s her. He wants to race to the door, open it and jump into her arms, but he forces himself to calm and slowly walk to the door, push the knob down patiently and open the door with a gentle push from his arms.
She looks amazing. No dress. But an elegant black blazer and underneath that a white, playful pointy upper section. She’s wearing her hair down over her shoulder and again it’s perfect. For a moment he is speechless, and has to concentrate on saying the next words without stuttering.
“You look great.” His heart beats, like it’s going to explode.
She smiles, and bends her head to the side. “Thanks. You too.” She had said that only to be kind. With this band-aid on his nose he looks like an idiot. But he can’t take it off. Something so stupid.
Shortly it is silent, each examines the other, each with a shy smile on the lips. Then Calleigh point behind herself with her thumbs to the yard, which already dipped from the dusk into golden light. Her car stands directly next to Ryan’s.
“Can we go?”
Ryan coughs to make his voice sound normal. “Okay. We’re going by car, not?” She grins. “Okay.”
While she had asked him out on a date, he still has the idea he has to drive. To ask her, where they are going. That he had asked her out. He finds it funny, that it’s the other way around.
They go to his car and he decides that they won’t be silent during this trip.
-C-
He looks so damn sweet. She just wanted to jump into his arms, when he opened the door so shyly and unsure at the same time. He definitely wishes the band-aid on his nose to go to hell. Poor guy. But when he knew how sweet he looks with it, he would probably wear it forever. Funny imagination.
This time they aren’t silent during the whole trip. It is also somewhat different. The mood is different, somewhat looser. She is relieved that he didn’t wear a black suit. That would be…rare. Like he was gonna propose to her. In his sweet pull under with the white, long armed shirt, he looks just right.
“Where are we going anyway?” Ryan asks, while he steers the car and concentrates on the road. For him are at least fifty other cars driving. Apparently there’s much to do today.
She shrugs. “We can just go into town and then look.” He looks ah her shortly and smiles. “Okay.”
Again she feels the butterflies, that are tingling in her stomach and want to force her hands to extend and run through Ryan’s hair with her fingertips. Through his beautiful, dark hair. It’s quite frizzy. Really- she can only say it again- sweet. Sweet and nice and charming and perfect and…
Somewhat later Ryan parks a bit outside the centre, on a public parking lot, where you don’t have to pay. That is one of the reasons why he doesn’t wanna drive into the centre, he tells her. “And we probably wouldn’t find a free space. Today there’s much to do here. We can just walk a bit. Or do you have something against it?” She shakes her head. She is still smiling. It probably won’t leave for the rest of the evening.
What had she said not too long ago? Calleigh and Ryan, that sounds so unreal? Haha.
-R-
To be honest there’s another reason why he parked outside the centre. Ryan likes it, just to go somewhere and have a good time. Especially with a person, who he really likes.
He forces himself not to look at her the whole time. It’s really hard. She simply looks so…unbelievingly amazing! How she walks next to him, her hand hanging down, moving with the rhythm of her walk. Again their hands almost touch. So close.
He feels how hot flushes rise inside of him, that make his face hot and his heart beat faster. Thank god it’s already a bit dark. The first streetlights go on, so that she can’t see that he’s getting red.
Slowly, how closer they get to the centre of Miami Beach, it gets crowded on the streets, on those they now go, further and further towards the many lights from the big city. They meet people, men, women, and children. Many alone, many as a pair, or with a buggy. It gets louder. Voices, traffic, even soft music from further down the street can be heard. They walk past the first restaurants and bars.
Calleigh only shortly walks through the door, makes a face and says: “A bit full.” Or: “Full, loud and smoky.” Or: “Pff…a bit expensive.”
They walk further and further, but none has the feeling my feet don’t want to anymore. Their hands touch shortly, but this time neither pulls back. Not Ryan and not Calleigh either. They just look at each other, smile and walk on.
When Ryan thinks about it, he doesn’t really feel like sitting in a restaurant or a bar. Not to mention that everything seems to be full today. He could walk on like this forever. Walk just. Walk, until the road stops, until it doesn’t go on. Just see where his feet lead him.
“You know what?” Calleigh asks.
“No, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”
She grins. Well, actually she grins the whole time, but this time a quiet amused laugh comes with it. “I can go on like this forever.”
He has to grin too. He can’t help it. Is that now thought transmission?
“Okay.” He says, looks at her and bends his head a bit to the side.
And they go. Further and further. Through the streets, past high buildings, in their windows all lights shine. Through streets, where many people walk, past cars that stand in the tailback, with angry drivers in it, because it doesn’t move. But Calleigh and Ryan just walk through the gaps, behind each other, always thinking not to loose the other from their sight too long.
They slowly reach the end. Well, the end of the centre. Which means they should be close to the beach, where definitely many parties and organizations are going on. Ryan can already taste the salty seawater, which is being carried by the wind, on his tongue. A pleasant, soft breeze blows through his hair, and makes it even frizzier than it already was. But with Calleigh it looks nice, how the wind seems to play with her hair. Wants to lift it, because it’s so light. Really, how it looks in the commercials, but this is not computer-manipulated, but real.
Around two minutes later they take a small grind road, which is surrounded by bushes and plants. They hear the calm floating of the sea, soft music and soft voices and at some point the grind road turns into a plastered one, directly by the sea, that seems to grow wider and more black, like a real treasure.
The plastered road is around a meter higher then the beach sand and is being lightened by a few weak lights. They see silhouettes from other people, how are either romantically arm in arm, or hand in hand, walking next to each other, or just sit on a bench together, watching the sea dreamily.
Somehow…there are only couples here. Ryan can’t see a single…well, single. He glares at Calleigh. Has she noticed it too?
-C-
Calleigh glares at Ryan. He probably also noticed that there are only couples here.
-R-
When their looks cross, he looks at the ground, at his shoes. At his Converse Chucks, the black ones, with the small white stripes on them. His own heartbeating becomes louder than the floating sea, the soft voices around them and the soft music. She noticed it too. And now?
“Are we walking on?” He murmurs, almost too soft, but she heard him anyway. Maybe also because she was just about to ask the same question.
“Yes.”
They walk on. Past the many couples, this time silent again. But it is not a painful silence, Ryan somewhere has the feeling that he would destroy a part of the mood, if he said something now.
She is so close to him again. Shoulder against shoulder. Her hands touch almost with every step and every time he feels the tingling everywhere, in his entire body. And suddenly her hand is in his. Suddenly she’s there. She feels cold, slippery, weak even. He holds her, looks at his side shortly and notices that Calleigh does the same. Their looks cross, again they both smile. She looks so beautiful…in this light, in this environment…ah what, she always looks beautiful.
A small pull goes through his arm, because she stands still. But she’s still holding his hand, she pulls him, so that he turns around to her. He looks at her questioning. What is she going to do? Would she now…no she wouldn’t…she…
His heart beats in his throat, and beats a bit too many times. Would she do…? Here…? Now…?
She grins. She grins like a little girl that has just put a rotten egg in her brother’s shoe and knows exactly what’s going to happen next. She pulls him closer to her, with the one hand, lifts her head a little. He only has to extend his arms to be able to hug her, that’s how close she is. Almost as close, as in the doorstep. When it almost happened.
He feels her warmth and how he would like to do it now and…he takes her other hand too, looks deep into her eyes, like he was trying to find the answer in them. The answer, if he should do it now, here. If she wants it too.
She nods slowly, lifts her chin, he lowers himself a bit. Almost…now…his heart beats fast, he feels dizzy, like he’s a bit tipsy. Just two more centimeters, a finger width and they would…
“Moment.” She whispers.
He freezes. “What?”
“Your nose…” She grins again, then bows her head to the side to not hit his wounded nose.
It’s like he hit his head against something hard, only that it doesn’t hurt so much, but only tickles, like when you hit that bone in your elbow. His blood boils like champagne, when their lips slowly and doubly touch…
-C-
It’s totally different with Ryan. His lips are warm and taste sweet, like…she doesn’t really know. A bit like honey. He kisses carefully, slowly. It’s just wonderful. She feels like she’s lifted by a big wave, overflowed, lifted again and finally, when the kiss ends, lands on the beach with a soft push.
When he smiles at her afterwards with his deep, brown eyes, still only five centimeter from her face, she can just melt away. Directly into his arms, letting him catch her with his hands, which are still holding hers. She can hear his heart’s fast beats. She can see in his eyes, what this kiss had meant to him. Exactly the same as it did to her: everything. Somehow everything is moving. She doesn’t really know where down and above is. Where is left, where is right.
Still she feels his lips on hers and she just wanted to kiss him again. Again and again!
But she lets go of his left hand, holds the other still and walks forward. He follows. He has to. But it’s not like she pulls him with her, he follows himself.
At that moment, when she notices that she smiles again the whole time, from one ear to the other, she also notices that now they are also one of the couples on the beach. The freshest, or the newest, however you wanna call it.
It feels so nice. Ryan on her side, holding her hand, at least just as happy as she is. How could she be so blind at the start? She could’ve had this way earlier. This light, floating, flying feeling. Really, it feels like she was on a pink cloud.
“I wrote a song once, long ago.” Ryan starts suddenly. While he talks, he looks at the sky. “I don’t know what it was called. I only know one single line from it, because I liked it so much. When I look at the sky now, I think of the line.”
Calleigh also lifts her head. Millions of starts shine in the dark space, like fine glitter powder. Like someone spilled a whole box of it. By accident.
“What was the line?”
Ryan clears his throat and then sings.
“Our first kiss I know... will be... Sometime, Someday… When the stars are bright, that will be the day…”
For a moment it’s silent again. Calleigh smiles again. He had a beautiful voice, really. And the line, it’s so…right.
“Looks like you are a psychic.” She laughs and playfully hits him in the stomach. He laughs too. Then he looks at her again with his big eyes, stands still, so does she. She looks at him questioning. What is he doing? Ah well, she wants to do it too. Even when he would run to the dark, cold water and jump in, she would join him.
“Calleigh…” He whispers. He takes her hand, his fingers mix with hers.
“I love you.”
These words, they’re like…a gold shower. No, much more than that. Those are the best words in the world. Like all good words in the world, together in these three.
She has to kiss him. She takes his head in-between her hands and pulls him to her, kissing his lips. This time more passionately, then the first time, but he kisses her back. Deep and passionate. Their tongues find each other, play with each other, stroke each other, every move is perfect. Like their lips agreed to do every move that way, that it always fits. His arms wrap around her body, pulling her closer to him. Again the wave of pure luck overflows her.
Their lips separate slowly, but they’re still standing there, forehead against forehead. Her hand on the side of his neck, her fingers stroking his soft cheek. So soft like a baby’s skin.
“I love you too Ryan.” She whispers. “I love you too.”
Then they both smile. Weak, but happy.
And that was the end of Leonie's beautiful story. Let's all chase her to write another one! Oh and mistakes are not my fault. Let's all blame...her! *points*
-R-
The next day they work normally together. Still neither of them talks about the theme. But he thinks about it every second. How close her face had been, how her eyes had shined, how warm she’d been, how beautiful. He thought he was going to fall down the next moment. Would she really have done it? Did she feel the same as he? Or had it been only this coincidence again, where he had only imagined this special attraction, also from her side?
No. He knows that that isn’t true. She had moved her head too far to his for that. Her lips had been too close for that, to be a coincidence. Only his nose had stopped it. Stupid nose. Stupid Marc.
He had been to the doctor this morning. His nose was a bit broken. He already suspected that. When he had looked in the mirror at home, his nose back had been swollen and red. Today he walks with a big white band aid on it all day. Everyone asks him what happened. Eric, of course, couldn’t keep his comment inside. “Is that band aid the new fashion or what have you done to get yourself into a fight?”
But Ryan says that he made an unfortunate fall on the edge of his table. If Calleigh is next to him when he says that, she smiles at him, much saying, but still painfully affected.
Inside, he wanted to get it back, what they’d missed yesterday. Inside, he wanted to ask her out on a date. Inside he wanted her…
“Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
It is Calleigh. He stands alone for the many evidence that lays on the table in front of him. She stands in the doorstep and looks at him observantly. By the look of her his heart starts to beat faster again. He just can’t stop it.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Sure.” Ryan says unsure. Was she going to say something about yesterday? He is tensed, and scared at the same time, for what she is going to tell him. She smiles at him, throws her hair backwards over her shoulder with a swing of her head. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
For a moment he stares. Silent. He only hears his own heartbeat. Would it be…was she going to…would she really? He coughs, closes his eyes for a moment, opens them again and looks into her bright, green eyes, which are observing him.
“No, to be honest, I don’t.” His voice sounds harsh.
Calleigh laughs and crosses her arms in front of her chest. She is so beautiful in this moment, that Ryan nearly died.
“Good. How about we go do something? Go for dinner for example?”
Ryan forgets to breathe for a moment. Is she serious? Apparently. He can hardly seize his luck, and says: “Yes.” When he said it, he felt that he had to say something else, or else he sounds so rude, like he didn’t really want to.
“I’d love to.” He says and smiles at her. She answers: “Okay. Good. You want me to pick you up? Around a quarter to eight?” He only nods quickly as a reply, grinning from one ear to another. He doesn’t care about his heart rate right now. Also the fact that he is going red as a tomato. He feels so good. Great, no, fantastic! He feels like the happiest man in the world.
It’s true; Ryan Wolfe and Calleigh Duquesne have a date.
-C-
To be honest: she had already expected him to say yes. She felt it, after everything that had happened, or didn’t happen. Still it was a wonderful feeling, to hear how he said yes. And when he added “I’d love to.” and smiled sweetly, so that she knew that he really meant it. She went out the room quickly, so he didn’t hear her hard heartbeat. Afterwards she would have stuttered.
Actually she wanted to excuse herself for his nose again. Also, when she knows, that it isn’t really her fault, still she had this small, bad conscience. When she had to watch, how he every time forcefully pinches or scratches his nose, there were the white band aid on his nose back sticks. (She can’t help herself, somewhere it looks sooo charmingly!)
When she had to listen how the others made fun of it, especially Eric. Or how Horatio looked at him with that I-know-exactly-how-that-happened-look. Every time she sees Ryan, she has to laugh. Not that she laughs at him, or something, he just looks so damn sweet and frustrated and funny. It is more like a laugh from empathy.
A quarter to eight. Then it’s time. The whole time at work she’d felt a strangle tingle in her stomach. A very interpreting tingle. It’s not that it’s bad. Somewhere nice. But good bad. Like, when you get a test back at school, and know that you have almost everything right and take a good grade home for sure. Exited. Anxious. Good. Yes, something like that.
Oh my god, what should she wear? Maybe she should go like this, how she always looks. Okay, she has to shape herself a bit, but not that much. She wants to look like she feels right now: happy. And it has to be comfortable. No unnecessary accessories, that only disturb. No shoes with high heels. Not to much make up, so that she has to run to the toilet at least every quarter to re-apply it. No dress that sits so tight that she can hardly move. No, maybe she should just go in her trousers. In her black, gracious ones, with the blazer that’s just as black. Right. That’s good.
Somewhere it’s unbelievable. Somewhere so…rare, but in a good way, of course. A real, official date. No spontaneous walk. With Ryan, not with Marc, that…that bastard, as Ryan had called him. But it’s right.
Stop. Marc has to be forgotten. Today she’s going out with Ryan. He, who had been a good friend only. Maybe that’s the rare part. In a good way, like said.
-R-
Nervous he stands in front of the mirror, runs a hand through his hair until it’s frizzy. But he doesn’t care. He only pays attention to his clothing. He hadn’t really made himself chic, with a suit, or something. The whole time he had wondered if he should wear one, but somewhere…he doesn’t know. He has this feeling that it wouldn’t fit. He doesn’t want her to think that he is gonna propose to her.
So he just chooses a black pull under, with a white shirt underneath it and a blue-gray pair of jeans, that have a little overthrow on the end. That’s enough. Also a suit looks ridiculous when you have a white band-aid over your nose back. He cursed the thing. He looks so stupid with it.
Hopefully she doesn’t dress up to much. Like she would come in a dress and…no. She wouldn’t come in a dress. No way. For Marc maybe, but not for him. Hopefully.
Fifteen minutes to go and with every passing second, his heart seems to beat faster and his hands seem to tremble more. He just can’t sit still, waiting, he can’t. It only makes him more nervous. So he walks from one side of the room to the other, stands still for a moment, goes to the window, looks outside, maybe she comes a bit earlier, walks around the kitchen table three times, and stands still again next to the coffee machine. Should he take a…no, no more coffee today! Or at least not before the…date.
Date. A real date. With Calleigh. A real official date.
A real official date with Calleigh.
Then it rings. That’s her. He wants to race to the door, open it and jump into her arms, but he forces himself to calm and slowly walk to the door, push the knob down patiently and open the door with a gentle push from his arms.
She looks amazing. No dress. But an elegant black blazer and underneath that a white, playful pointy upper section. She’s wearing her hair down over her shoulder and again it’s perfect. For a moment he is speechless, and has to concentrate on saying the next words without stuttering.
“You look great.” His heart beats, like it’s going to explode.
She smiles, and bends her head to the side. “Thanks. You too.” She had said that only to be kind. With this band-aid on his nose he looks like an idiot. But he can’t take it off. Something so stupid.
Shortly it is silent, each examines the other, each with a shy smile on the lips. Then Calleigh point behind herself with her thumbs to the yard, which already dipped from the dusk into golden light. Her car stands directly next to Ryan’s.
“Can we go?”
Ryan coughs to make his voice sound normal. “Okay. We’re going by car, not?” She grins. “Okay.”
While she had asked him out on a date, he still has the idea he has to drive. To ask her, where they are going. That he had asked her out. He finds it funny, that it’s the other way around.
They go to his car and he decides that they won’t be silent during this trip.
-C-
He looks so damn sweet. She just wanted to jump into his arms, when he opened the door so shyly and unsure at the same time. He definitely wishes the band-aid on his nose to go to hell. Poor guy. But when he knew how sweet he looks with it, he would probably wear it forever. Funny imagination.
This time they aren’t silent during the whole trip. It is also somewhat different. The mood is different, somewhat looser. She is relieved that he didn’t wear a black suit. That would be…rare. Like he was gonna propose to her. In his sweet pull under with the white, long armed shirt, he looks just right.
“Where are we going anyway?” Ryan asks, while he steers the car and concentrates on the road. For him are at least fifty other cars driving. Apparently there’s much to do today.
She shrugs. “We can just go into town and then look.” He looks ah her shortly and smiles. “Okay.”
Again she feels the butterflies, that are tingling in her stomach and want to force her hands to extend and run through Ryan’s hair with her fingertips. Through his beautiful, dark hair. It’s quite frizzy. Really- she can only say it again- sweet. Sweet and nice and charming and perfect and…
Somewhat later Ryan parks a bit outside the centre, on a public parking lot, where you don’t have to pay. That is one of the reasons why he doesn’t wanna drive into the centre, he tells her. “And we probably wouldn’t find a free space. Today there’s much to do here. We can just walk a bit. Or do you have something against it?” She shakes her head. She is still smiling. It probably won’t leave for the rest of the evening.
What had she said not too long ago? Calleigh and Ryan, that sounds so unreal? Haha.
-R-
To be honest there’s another reason why he parked outside the centre. Ryan likes it, just to go somewhere and have a good time. Especially with a person, who he really likes.
He forces himself not to look at her the whole time. It’s really hard. She simply looks so…unbelievingly amazing! How she walks next to him, her hand hanging down, moving with the rhythm of her walk. Again their hands almost touch. So close.
He feels how hot flushes rise inside of him, that make his face hot and his heart beat faster. Thank god it’s already a bit dark. The first streetlights go on, so that she can’t see that he’s getting red.
Slowly, how closer they get to the centre of Miami Beach, it gets crowded on the streets, on those they now go, further and further towards the many lights from the big city. They meet people, men, women, and children. Many alone, many as a pair, or with a buggy. It gets louder. Voices, traffic, even soft music from further down the street can be heard. They walk past the first restaurants and bars.
Calleigh only shortly walks through the door, makes a face and says: “A bit full.” Or: “Full, loud and smoky.” Or: “Pff…a bit expensive.”
They walk further and further, but none has the feeling my feet don’t want to anymore. Their hands touch shortly, but this time neither pulls back. Not Ryan and not Calleigh either. They just look at each other, smile and walk on.
When Ryan thinks about it, he doesn’t really feel like sitting in a restaurant or a bar. Not to mention that everything seems to be full today. He could walk on like this forever. Walk just. Walk, until the road stops, until it doesn’t go on. Just see where his feet lead him.
“You know what?” Calleigh asks.
“No, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”
She grins. Well, actually she grins the whole time, but this time a quiet amused laugh comes with it. “I can go on like this forever.”
He has to grin too. He can’t help it. Is that now thought transmission?
“Okay.” He says, looks at her and bends his head a bit to the side.
And they go. Further and further. Through the streets, past high buildings, in their windows all lights shine. Through streets, where many people walk, past cars that stand in the tailback, with angry drivers in it, because it doesn’t move. But Calleigh and Ryan just walk through the gaps, behind each other, always thinking not to loose the other from their sight too long.
They slowly reach the end. Well, the end of the centre. Which means they should be close to the beach, where definitely many parties and organizations are going on. Ryan can already taste the salty seawater, which is being carried by the wind, on his tongue. A pleasant, soft breeze blows through his hair, and makes it even frizzier than it already was. But with Calleigh it looks nice, how the wind seems to play with her hair. Wants to lift it, because it’s so light. Really, how it looks in the commercials, but this is not computer-manipulated, but real.
Around two minutes later they take a small grind road, which is surrounded by bushes and plants. They hear the calm floating of the sea, soft music and soft voices and at some point the grind road turns into a plastered one, directly by the sea, that seems to grow wider and more black, like a real treasure.
The plastered road is around a meter higher then the beach sand and is being lightened by a few weak lights. They see silhouettes from other people, how are either romantically arm in arm, or hand in hand, walking next to each other, or just sit on a bench together, watching the sea dreamily.
Somehow…there are only couples here. Ryan can’t see a single…well, single. He glares at Calleigh. Has she noticed it too?
-C-
Calleigh glares at Ryan. He probably also noticed that there are only couples here.
-R-
When their looks cross, he looks at the ground, at his shoes. At his Converse Chucks, the black ones, with the small white stripes on them. His own heartbeating becomes louder than the floating sea, the soft voices around them and the soft music. She noticed it too. And now?
“Are we walking on?” He murmurs, almost too soft, but she heard him anyway. Maybe also because she was just about to ask the same question.
“Yes.”
They walk on. Past the many couples, this time silent again. But it is not a painful silence, Ryan somewhere has the feeling that he would destroy a part of the mood, if he said something now.
She is so close to him again. Shoulder against shoulder. Her hands touch almost with every step and every time he feels the tingling everywhere, in his entire body. And suddenly her hand is in his. Suddenly she’s there. She feels cold, slippery, weak even. He holds her, looks at his side shortly and notices that Calleigh does the same. Their looks cross, again they both smile. She looks so beautiful…in this light, in this environment…ah what, she always looks beautiful.
A small pull goes through his arm, because she stands still. But she’s still holding his hand, she pulls him, so that he turns around to her. He looks at her questioning. What is she going to do? Would she now…no she wouldn’t…she…
His heart beats in his throat, and beats a bit too many times. Would she do…? Here…? Now…?
She grins. She grins like a little girl that has just put a rotten egg in her brother’s shoe and knows exactly what’s going to happen next. She pulls him closer to her, with the one hand, lifts her head a little. He only has to extend his arms to be able to hug her, that’s how close she is. Almost as close, as in the doorstep. When it almost happened.
He feels her warmth and how he would like to do it now and…he takes her other hand too, looks deep into her eyes, like he was trying to find the answer in them. The answer, if he should do it now, here. If she wants it too.
She nods slowly, lifts her chin, he lowers himself a bit. Almost…now…his heart beats fast, he feels dizzy, like he’s a bit tipsy. Just two more centimeters, a finger width and they would…
“Moment.” She whispers.
He freezes. “What?”
“Your nose…” She grins again, then bows her head to the side to not hit his wounded nose.
It’s like he hit his head against something hard, only that it doesn’t hurt so much, but only tickles, like when you hit that bone in your elbow. His blood boils like champagne, when their lips slowly and doubly touch…
-C-
It’s totally different with Ryan. His lips are warm and taste sweet, like…she doesn’t really know. A bit like honey. He kisses carefully, slowly. It’s just wonderful. She feels like she’s lifted by a big wave, overflowed, lifted again and finally, when the kiss ends, lands on the beach with a soft push.
When he smiles at her afterwards with his deep, brown eyes, still only five centimeter from her face, she can just melt away. Directly into his arms, letting him catch her with his hands, which are still holding hers. She can hear his heart’s fast beats. She can see in his eyes, what this kiss had meant to him. Exactly the same as it did to her: everything. Somehow everything is moving. She doesn’t really know where down and above is. Where is left, where is right.
Still she feels his lips on hers and she just wanted to kiss him again. Again and again!
But she lets go of his left hand, holds the other still and walks forward. He follows. He has to. But it’s not like she pulls him with her, he follows himself.
At that moment, when she notices that she smiles again the whole time, from one ear to the other, she also notices that now they are also one of the couples on the beach. The freshest, or the newest, however you wanna call it.
It feels so nice. Ryan on her side, holding her hand, at least just as happy as she is. How could she be so blind at the start? She could’ve had this way earlier. This light, floating, flying feeling. Really, it feels like she was on a pink cloud.
“I wrote a song once, long ago.” Ryan starts suddenly. While he talks, he looks at the sky. “I don’t know what it was called. I only know one single line from it, because I liked it so much. When I look at the sky now, I think of the line.”
Calleigh also lifts her head. Millions of starts shine in the dark space, like fine glitter powder. Like someone spilled a whole box of it. By accident.
“What was the line?”
Ryan clears his throat and then sings.
“Our first kiss I know... will be... Sometime, Someday… When the stars are bright, that will be the day…”
For a moment it’s silent again. Calleigh smiles again. He had a beautiful voice, really. And the line, it’s so…right.
“Looks like you are a psychic.” She laughs and playfully hits him in the stomach. He laughs too. Then he looks at her again with his big eyes, stands still, so does she. She looks at him questioning. What is he doing? Ah well, she wants to do it too. Even when he would run to the dark, cold water and jump in, she would join him.
“Calleigh…” He whispers. He takes her hand, his fingers mix with hers.
“I love you.”
These words, they’re like…a gold shower. No, much more than that. Those are the best words in the world. Like all good words in the world, together in these three.
She has to kiss him. She takes his head in-between her hands and pulls him to her, kissing his lips. This time more passionately, then the first time, but he kisses her back. Deep and passionate. Their tongues find each other, play with each other, stroke each other, every move is perfect. Like their lips agreed to do every move that way, that it always fits. His arms wrap around her body, pulling her closer to him. Again the wave of pure luck overflows her.
Their lips separate slowly, but they’re still standing there, forehead against forehead. Her hand on the side of his neck, her fingers stroking his soft cheek. So soft like a baby’s skin.
“I love you too Ryan.” She whispers. “I love you too.”
Then they both smile. Weak, but happy.
And that was the end of Leonie's beautiful story. Let's all chase her to write another one! Oh and mistakes are not my fault. Let's all blame...her! *points*