The first in a series of SANDLE stories I am going to be writing. Enjoy!!
Just a Litlle Bit Closer
Setting: In Greg's kitchen
Greg paced back and forth tactfully as he waited for the garlic sautéed potatoes to be finished cooking. I can't believe I finally brought my self around to this, I hope the food is okay, He thought to himself. Sara was to arrive at his house at 7:00 for dinner and a movie. He hoped in anticipation that she would be on time so he would not have to wait in misery for her. Oh but it was good misery. The small black egg timer began to ring. Greg ran to the kitchen to turn it off. The tantalizing smell reached his nostrils as he pulled the potatoes off the burner and placed them on the simply decorated table. A beautiful charcoal tablecloth, two gold-lined wine glasses, two plates and a dozen red roses in a vase to grace the center of the table. He had prepared for Sara's arrival all day. He hoped that his day off would truly be a day off so that he and Sara could spend some time together. So far, so good. Greg nearly knocked over a chair when the doorbell rang. Running to the door, he stopped briefly right in front of it to smooth out his clothes and make sure they were perfect. He looked in the small mirror by the door and straightened his dark blue tie. He was a wearing a slick black suit with a white button up shirt that nicely complimented his tie. He licked his hand and made sure his hair would stay down. Alright, all good I think. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh, well...couldn't be that bad. Can't keep Sara waiting. He opened the door and his face glowed at the sight of his Sara Sidle in a beautiful crimson dress.
Sara: Hi Greg!
Greg: Sara...I'm so glad you could make it.
Sara: Oh, why wouldn't I come? I wouldn't miss an opportunity with you for the world.
She paused and stared at the ground only to notice that Greg was wearing green and blue striped socks. Chuckling, she looked up into his confused eyes.
Sara: I like your socks Greg.
Greg: Wha...??
Greg looked promptly down at his feet and saw his socks. Crap, that's what I forgot!! How could I forget to put on my shoes?? ughh. I can't belive it, I don't know...Sara interrupted his thoughts
Sara: Greg, it's alright.
Sara leaned down and tossed her high heels into the bush by his front door.
Sara: Oh well, looks like I forgot my shoes too. Kind of.
She looked up at him and beamed a smile at him. He still looked very embarrassed but he grinned back happily. The cool winter air swept through the neighborhood and Sara could feel it biting at her legs. She shivered.
Greg: Gosh, Sara. Come in. I'm so sorry.
Sara: It's alright Greg.
Greg: I'm sorry.
Sara: Greg, it's fine. You are so sweet, you know that?? Don't you worry 'bout a thing.
Greg sighed heavily and gently led Sara into his large house.
Sara: You have a beautiful house, Greg.
Greg: Heh, thanks. I've finally unpacked everything. You know, I have been saving for this house for 5 years. It's so worth it. I love it. It's nice to finally be out of an apartment.
Sara: Yeah I imagine.
Greg: Well I made dinner and it's ready. So we can eat now if you want. Or if you want to wait for awhile I can just stick the food in the oven.
Sara: We can eat now, if that's alright.
Greg: Whatever you want.
While Greg was leading Sara to the table, she stared up at the tall ceiling. The house really was beautiful. The living room was huge, the kitchen was hug and she couldn't even imagine how huge it was upstairs. Greg turned back and saw Sara stopped in the middle of the living room looking around. He laughed and grabbed her hand.
Greg: We don't have to eat dinner now.
Distracted, Sara turned and met Greg's gorgeous brown eyes with hers. Sorry. Her eyes did the talking for her sometimes even if she didn't mean to. Without a hesitation, Greg read her well and pulled her towards the dining room. She stood amazed at the beautiful table as Greg pulled her chair out for her.
Greg: Ms. Sidle...Care for some fine French wine?
Sara: Yes, thank you, Mr. Sanders.
Greg disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a dish in his hands and a bottle of wine under his arm. He set the dish on the table along with the glass of wine. The chicken was amazing, Sara determined, without even looking at it or tasting it. Greg grabbed the bottle of wine and began to pull at the cork. It was very stubborn of course because Greg always wanted to keep his wine fresh. For some time Greg battled with the bottle of wine when the cork finally, and quite unexpectedly, popped out and hit Greg in the eye. He grunted and rubbed his eye.
Sara: Oh!! Greg, are you alright?
Greg looked up with a smirk and cocked his head to one side as he began to speak in a French accent.
Greg: Of Course I am fine. We must continue with dinner for you, my fine young lady.
Sara blushed and Greg poured her some wine. Hunger was overtaking Sara until Greg placed a piece of chicken, some potatoes and a large roll on her plate. He did the same on his plate and sat down at the opposite end of the table. To his dismay, the roses were so tall that he could not see Sara.
Sara: Greg, the flowers are gorgeous.
Greg: So are you. But I can't see you.
Sara blushed. Greg slid his chair and all his food to one side of the table so he could see Sara. She looked underneath them and saw him smiling.
Greg: That's not going to work.
Sara: Let's go eat outside.
Greg: Sorry?
Sara: You have a backyard right?
Greg: Oh yeah. You really wanna eat outside??
Sara: Yeah that would be nice. I love looking at the stars.
Greg: Alright then I'll go get a blanket.
After about five minutes Greg had completely set up what was on the table inside, outside on the grass. He sat down next to her and they both began to eat.
Sara: WOW...this is amazing.
Greg: Well, thank you very much. I am glad that you enjoy it.
Sara: I'm more glad to be here to share it with you.
Greg: Is that so?
Sara: Of course.
Greg smiled and pulled the ring partially out of his pocket. He couldn't believe he was going to ask Sara to marry him. Well, he could believe it, he just didn't know how he was going to ask. He practiced it a million times it seemed. After eating an elegant dessert, Sara lay down on the grass, stuffed and satisfied. Greg got up and walked towards a pretty little plant next to his pool and attempted to pull off a flower. It wouldn't budge. He pulled harder. It's still didn't come loose. The last time he pulled ,he tripped over a large rock and fell into the pool. Sara heard the splash and got up to see Greg wading to the side of the pool.
Sara: Greg, what are you doing? You're going to get your nice suit all ruined.
Greg: I um...thought I'd uh...take a swim??
Sara: I saw you trying to pull off that flower. You are so sweet? I ever tell you that?
Greg: Yes...
Mesmerized, Greg forgot to continue wading and he sunk underwater. He popped back up laughing. Sara swung her arms back and leaped into he pool, landing right next Greg.
Greg: Sara, what are you doing? You're going to get your gorgeous dress all ruined.
Sara: And so if I do?
Greg: Well, I don't know about you but this water is absolutely freezing cold.
Sara: Just a little bit...okay a lot a bit.
Greg grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He gently kissed it and grinned at her.
Greg: So Sara, you lllike my my house.
Sara: I LOVE your house.
Greg: How would you like to live in it?
Sara: That would be awesome. It's simply beautiful and I wou...WHAT?!?
Greg wrestled with his pocket and pulled out the ring.
Greg: Sara, will you marry me?
Sara wheezed a little and looked endearingly at the ring. She briefly dreamed of a life with Greg. Then she snapped out of it.
Sara: Greg Sanders, I would LOVE to marry you.
She shivered and hugged him tightly. Greg held her as if her were never going to let her go. Tears fell from Sara's eyes into the pool. They sounded like hammers on wood. They embraced for quite sometime until Sara sniffled and broke the silence.
Sara: Greg it's really cold in here.
Greg: Oh. Right!!
He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house. He pulled up a chair for her as he fished for a clean towel in his laundry basket. Pulling out a t-shirt and some shorts he walked over to Sara and handed her the clothes and the towel.
Greg: I'm am going to go upstairs and change and you can put those on.
Sara: Okay...I love you , Greg.
Greg: I love you too Sara
Sara: I love you more.
Greg: On no no no no, we're not going to play this game.
They both laughed and Greg went upstairs and changed into blue jeans and a black button up shirt. He grabbed two pairs of socks out of his drawers and rushed downstairs to see again his new fiancée. She stood i the middle of the living room in the red t-shirt and tan cargo shorts he gave her. She was swimming in them but he thought she looked gorgeous anytime. He threw her the socks and tackled her into the couch.
Sara: Will you take me home?
Greg: No. Of course not. Your fiancée will not take you home because he doesn't feel like it...of course I'll take you home! You are so...so...so so sometimes.
Sara: What exactly is so so?
Greg: I don't know. It's a good thing whatever it is.
Sara: Can we get married tomorrow?
Greg: Sara, we don't have anything prepared.
Sara sighed and looked back up in to his eyes.
Sara: You're right. How about on Friday.
Greg: Well, I suppose 4 days is a little better. We're just gonna be real busy tomorrow.
Sara: That's alright. We can handle it.
Greg: Let's get you home before 12 so we both have plenty of rest.
Sara: That sounds good. Greg...
Greg: Hmm.
Sara: I love you.
The phone rang. Greg reluctantly got up to answer it. It was Gil.
Gil: Greg I need you to come into the lab right now.
Greg: What? On my day off...alright. Be there ASAP.
TO BE CONTINUED
Just a Litlle Bit Closer
Setting: In Greg's kitchen
Greg paced back and forth tactfully as he waited for the garlic sautéed potatoes to be finished cooking. I can't believe I finally brought my self around to this, I hope the food is okay, He thought to himself. Sara was to arrive at his house at 7:00 for dinner and a movie. He hoped in anticipation that she would be on time so he would not have to wait in misery for her. Oh but it was good misery. The small black egg timer began to ring. Greg ran to the kitchen to turn it off. The tantalizing smell reached his nostrils as he pulled the potatoes off the burner and placed them on the simply decorated table. A beautiful charcoal tablecloth, two gold-lined wine glasses, two plates and a dozen red roses in a vase to grace the center of the table. He had prepared for Sara's arrival all day. He hoped that his day off would truly be a day off so that he and Sara could spend some time together. So far, so good. Greg nearly knocked over a chair when the doorbell rang. Running to the door, he stopped briefly right in front of it to smooth out his clothes and make sure they were perfect. He looked in the small mirror by the door and straightened his dark blue tie. He was a wearing a slick black suit with a white button up shirt that nicely complimented his tie. He licked his hand and made sure his hair would stay down. Alright, all good I think. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh, well...couldn't be that bad. Can't keep Sara waiting. He opened the door and his face glowed at the sight of his Sara Sidle in a beautiful crimson dress.
Sara: Hi Greg!
Greg: Sara...I'm so glad you could make it.
Sara: Oh, why wouldn't I come? I wouldn't miss an opportunity with you for the world.
She paused and stared at the ground only to notice that Greg was wearing green and blue striped socks. Chuckling, she looked up into his confused eyes.
Sara: I like your socks Greg.
Greg: Wha...??
Greg looked promptly down at his feet and saw his socks. Crap, that's what I forgot!! How could I forget to put on my shoes?? ughh. I can't belive it, I don't know...Sara interrupted his thoughts
Sara: Greg, it's alright.
Sara leaned down and tossed her high heels into the bush by his front door.
Sara: Oh well, looks like I forgot my shoes too. Kind of.
She looked up at him and beamed a smile at him. He still looked very embarrassed but he grinned back happily. The cool winter air swept through the neighborhood and Sara could feel it biting at her legs. She shivered.
Greg: Gosh, Sara. Come in. I'm so sorry.
Sara: It's alright Greg.
Greg: I'm sorry.
Sara: Greg, it's fine. You are so sweet, you know that?? Don't you worry 'bout a thing.
Greg sighed heavily and gently led Sara into his large house.
Sara: You have a beautiful house, Greg.
Greg: Heh, thanks. I've finally unpacked everything. You know, I have been saving for this house for 5 years. It's so worth it. I love it. It's nice to finally be out of an apartment.
Sara: Yeah I imagine.
Greg: Well I made dinner and it's ready. So we can eat now if you want. Or if you want to wait for awhile I can just stick the food in the oven.
Sara: We can eat now, if that's alright.
Greg: Whatever you want.
While Greg was leading Sara to the table, she stared up at the tall ceiling. The house really was beautiful. The living room was huge, the kitchen was hug and she couldn't even imagine how huge it was upstairs. Greg turned back and saw Sara stopped in the middle of the living room looking around. He laughed and grabbed her hand.
Greg: We don't have to eat dinner now.
Distracted, Sara turned and met Greg's gorgeous brown eyes with hers. Sorry. Her eyes did the talking for her sometimes even if she didn't mean to. Without a hesitation, Greg read her well and pulled her towards the dining room. She stood amazed at the beautiful table as Greg pulled her chair out for her.
Greg: Ms. Sidle...Care for some fine French wine?
Sara: Yes, thank you, Mr. Sanders.
Greg disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a dish in his hands and a bottle of wine under his arm. He set the dish on the table along with the glass of wine. The chicken was amazing, Sara determined, without even looking at it or tasting it. Greg grabbed the bottle of wine and began to pull at the cork. It was very stubborn of course because Greg always wanted to keep his wine fresh. For some time Greg battled with the bottle of wine when the cork finally, and quite unexpectedly, popped out and hit Greg in the eye. He grunted and rubbed his eye.
Sara: Oh!! Greg, are you alright?
Greg looked up with a smirk and cocked his head to one side as he began to speak in a French accent.
Greg: Of Course I am fine. We must continue with dinner for you, my fine young lady.
Sara blushed and Greg poured her some wine. Hunger was overtaking Sara until Greg placed a piece of chicken, some potatoes and a large roll on her plate. He did the same on his plate and sat down at the opposite end of the table. To his dismay, the roses were so tall that he could not see Sara.
Sara: Greg, the flowers are gorgeous.
Greg: So are you. But I can't see you.
Sara blushed. Greg slid his chair and all his food to one side of the table so he could see Sara. She looked underneath them and saw him smiling.
Greg: That's not going to work.
Sara: Let's go eat outside.
Greg: Sorry?
Sara: You have a backyard right?
Greg: Oh yeah. You really wanna eat outside??
Sara: Yeah that would be nice. I love looking at the stars.
Greg: Alright then I'll go get a blanket.
After about five minutes Greg had completely set up what was on the table inside, outside on the grass. He sat down next to her and they both began to eat.
Sara: WOW...this is amazing.
Greg: Well, thank you very much. I am glad that you enjoy it.
Sara: I'm more glad to be here to share it with you.
Greg: Is that so?
Sara: Of course.
Greg smiled and pulled the ring partially out of his pocket. He couldn't believe he was going to ask Sara to marry him. Well, he could believe it, he just didn't know how he was going to ask. He practiced it a million times it seemed. After eating an elegant dessert, Sara lay down on the grass, stuffed and satisfied. Greg got up and walked towards a pretty little plant next to his pool and attempted to pull off a flower. It wouldn't budge. He pulled harder. It's still didn't come loose. The last time he pulled ,he tripped over a large rock and fell into the pool. Sara heard the splash and got up to see Greg wading to the side of the pool.
Sara: Greg, what are you doing? You're going to get your nice suit all ruined.
Greg: I um...thought I'd uh...take a swim??
Sara: I saw you trying to pull off that flower. You are so sweet? I ever tell you that?
Greg: Yes...
Mesmerized, Greg forgot to continue wading and he sunk underwater. He popped back up laughing. Sara swung her arms back and leaped into he pool, landing right next Greg.
Greg: Sara, what are you doing? You're going to get your gorgeous dress all ruined.
Sara: And so if I do?
Greg: Well, I don't know about you but this water is absolutely freezing cold.
Sara: Just a little bit...okay a lot a bit.
Greg grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He gently kissed it and grinned at her.
Greg: So Sara, you lllike my my house.
Sara: I LOVE your house.
Greg: How would you like to live in it?
Sara: That would be awesome. It's simply beautiful and I wou...WHAT?!?
Greg wrestled with his pocket and pulled out the ring.
Greg: Sara, will you marry me?
Sara wheezed a little and looked endearingly at the ring. She briefly dreamed of a life with Greg. Then she snapped out of it.
Sara: Greg Sanders, I would LOVE to marry you.
She shivered and hugged him tightly. Greg held her as if her were never going to let her go. Tears fell from Sara's eyes into the pool. They sounded like hammers on wood. They embraced for quite sometime until Sara sniffled and broke the silence.
Sara: Greg it's really cold in here.
Greg: Oh. Right!!
He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house. He pulled up a chair for her as he fished for a clean towel in his laundry basket. Pulling out a t-shirt and some shorts he walked over to Sara and handed her the clothes and the towel.
Greg: I'm am going to go upstairs and change and you can put those on.
Sara: Okay...I love you , Greg.
Greg: I love you too Sara
Sara: I love you more.
Greg: On no no no no, we're not going to play this game.
They both laughed and Greg went upstairs and changed into blue jeans and a black button up shirt. He grabbed two pairs of socks out of his drawers and rushed downstairs to see again his new fiancée. She stood i the middle of the living room in the red t-shirt and tan cargo shorts he gave her. She was swimming in them but he thought she looked gorgeous anytime. He threw her the socks and tackled her into the couch.
Sara: Will you take me home?
Greg: No. Of course not. Your fiancée will not take you home because he doesn't feel like it...of course I'll take you home! You are so...so...so so sometimes.
Sara: What exactly is so so?
Greg: I don't know. It's a good thing whatever it is.
Sara: Can we get married tomorrow?
Greg: Sara, we don't have anything prepared.
Sara sighed and looked back up in to his eyes.
Sara: You're right. How about on Friday.
Greg: Well, I suppose 4 days is a little better. We're just gonna be real busy tomorrow.
Sara: That's alright. We can handle it.
Greg: Let's get you home before 12 so we both have plenty of rest.
Sara: That sounds good. Greg...
Greg: Hmm.
Sara: I love you.
The phone rang. Greg reluctantly got up to answer it. It was Gil.
Gil: Greg I need you to come into the lab right now.
Greg: What? On my day off...alright. Be there ASAP.
TO BE CONTINUED
