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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 0:57:25 GMT -5
A slight sigh passed as Christopher kissed her forehead. And then she pulled herself back up and slowly sat upright. Through it all she wanted to help, wanted to be better for him though in many ways she didn't know if it'd be possible. Still she clutched the keys and reached for the door handle to get out so they could switch seats.
"No I want to it's fine," she smiled meekly. Nicole was attempting to be reassuring but it was more for herself then for him. He looked older sitting there, like he had been through so much over the years except it had been so much because of her over the past two days.
Her hand lingered for a moment more before slipping it out from underneath his. She wasn't sure of the sudden urge that came over her to keep touching him. After wanting him she seemed like she had finally got him and it was all to overwhelming.
With Christopher starring at her, she brought a bruised hand up protectively to cover the stitched side of her face and she turned it toward the window looking down. It pained her to watch him look at that. "This isn't your fault," she reminded him.
Nicole kept looking down as his hands reached fer face, finally she pushed the door open and stumbled out. "Switch me spots," she smiled looking in at him through the open door.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 5, 2009 1:26:57 GMT -5
Christopher smirked boyishly and groaned as he simply rolled over to the passenger side. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass and watched as his breath slowly clouded his view. He pulled his head back and rubbed his fist against the window and cleared the condensation away. He sighed and leaned back.
What a mistake. As soon as his body understood he had a time to rest it nearly shut down. He was unable to move his body though he applied the right amount of force, or it felt like he did. He chuckled hoarsely. "I can't move," he mumbled in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. He lolled his head to look at her through eyes with half closed lids.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her but he didn't know how to say it yet. It was weird and new. He felt it in his heart but he felt the words were fake. He closed his eyes and smiled letting her know he was still concious. He relaxed even more as he felt the engine vibrate beneath them and heard it's soft hum.
Soon, they'd be somewhere where they didn't have to worry. For at least a moment. The thought of one of the small rooms flooded with warm light and dull eagerness touched him.
Christopher strained his ears for Nicoles voice. He needed her to talk, or he'd fall asleep. He was scared of drifting off into unconciousness. He was scared that something might happen. That Nicole might get hurt, that someone might find them.
"Start a conversation with me," he slurred, "I don't want to fall asleep until we get there.." He strained to reach out a limp arm and place in on /her/ thigh. What a role reversal he thought.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 1:47:50 GMT -5
She gave a small smile and shut his door and slowly stumbled over to the driver's side. A minute passed and she got in and shut the door. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly and she closed her eyes for a few moments.
The last time she had drove, well she didn't remember what happened just the sight of her totaled car. Though she wasn't intoxicated this time, she figured she was able to drive. Everything would be fine, things were going her way today.
Nicole wasn't quite sure what Christopher had said so she simply nodded her head as if she did. Another minute passed and she finally opened her eyes and loosened her grip. Slowly she managed to get them back on the road they had been traveling on before.
The longer she was on the road her speed increased, with more confidence then before. "Conversation?" he brain racked through the many files it held, however nothing seemed appropiate to say at this time.
Normally she would've told about a drunken hookup gone wrong or something around those lines, but now she couldn't. It wasn't right. Still she fumbled thinking about different things to say to him. Ways to start a conversation.
"How long do you think it'll take for me to recover," she mumbled weakly. The words suprised her and she took a sudden intrest on the road infront of her. Not even daring to look his way.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 5, 2009 2:05:54 GMT -5
Christopher drifted in and out as the silence progressed straining his eyes open here and there to take a quick glance at Nicole. She seemed tense. Christopher a small part of him regretted letting her drive. He winced as he propped himself up on an elbow and stared at her dully.
This went on for a while until Nicole's words shook Christopher and startled him. His heart beat faster. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want to have to consider it. He knew how Nicole had felt now and he felt sorry for all the conversations like this he, himself had started.
He wanted to yell 'No' and push the idea away. He wanted to slam on the brakes and look her in the eyes and tell her something that would make her think differently, make her realize she wouldn't have those problems anymore. Or so he hoped she wouldn't. But Christopher was unable to do any of these things.
He just sighed and simply stated, "I don't know. I don't know anything anymore," his elbow buckled from underneath him and he decided he ought to just sit up now. He rubbed his eyes and placed his head in his hands and peered at Nicole through the gaps in his fingers.
He just hoped they'd reach he Bed & Breakfast soon.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 2:26:41 GMT -5
Her eyes left the road and looked at Christopher for a moment then she looked down at her hands. On the wheel her knuckles had started turning white again and she hastened herself to loosen them up once more. It seemed impossible for her to do and she brought her attention back to the road.
She didn't remember how long he had said they would have to drive and she wasn't sure how long she'd been driving. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes her eyes quickly shot down to the speedometer, she was going around 85mph.
Nicole figured that there wasn't going to be any cops or anything on these road, they were practically in the middle of nowhere. It made her feel calm, she wanted to stay here and never leave.
She had wanted reassuring words from Christopher and she had failed to recieve them. Her lips twitched at the corners and slowly started to droop down. When had she lost control, why did this have to happen to her?
"That's real fucking helpful," she muttered more to herself then to him. Nicole wasn't trying to be mean, she was frustrated with herself. She let down the ones she cared about and she always seemed to hurt the ones she cared about.
With a groan she pushed the thoughts out. "How much longer," she said flatly.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 5, 2009 2:46:53 GMT -5
Christopher winced at Nicole's words, he almost panicked, and felt she was mad at him. He opened his mouth to either argue or plead but he just closed it instead. He leaned away from her, towards the window and stared at the passing landscape.
"I'm sorry..." he murmured. He should have lied. He should have lied and said she would have been fine. Everything was going to be fine now. He should have lied and said that they had left all troubles behind them.
Christopher rubbed his forehead and thought. "There's an obnoxiously huge sign that says Johnson Bed & Breakfast. You'll know when you see it. With the speed you're going we should get there fast," his words had the slightest trace of bitterness to match Nicole's own bitter words.
There was a sharp curve in the road and pain shot through Christopher's stomach. He clutched the door and blinked in shock. Breathing a bit harder. He grumbled, the nurse had said he might have pains here and there for the next twenty four hours.
"It'll be better to talk when we get there. Hurry," he mumbled anxiously, he could see a small amount of lights in the not too distant distance, it was probably the little 'blink and miss' town where the Bed & Breakfast was.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 11:50:55 GMT -5
Her words stung him and his apology was like a slap in the face. If anything she was the one who should be apologizing, he hadn't done anything but tell the truth. And for once Nicole had been searching for a lie. For anything to make it better.
Nicole continued driving keeping silent. In the distance she was almost a hundred percent positive there was a sign and she increased her speed from 85 to almost 95mphs. The speed increased kept her from looking any where except on the road.
Finally the two of them reached the sign and she slowed down entering the small town. It didn't take long for her to find the bed and breakfast it was practically the only thing in the town. "We're here," she muttered stopping the car. Her words matched Christophers's harsh tone.
Though she was't mad at him, it was simply easier to be mad at him then herself. He would apologize to her NIcole couldn't apologize to herself and mean it. Nicole let go off the wheel and pressed herself back into the seat closing her eyes.
If she didn't get out of the car soon it was likely she'd pass out right her. Now that she had stopped all the pain rushed back into her body. And she winced, one hand grabbed her head and hte other snaked itself around her side.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 5, 2009 15:02:08 GMT -5
Christopher sighed and pulled the keys out of the ignition before opening the car door and stepping out. He stretched his arms and legs and took a good look at their destination and smiling lazily and almost unconciously.
He stole a quick glance at Nicole and frowned. "Shouldn't have let her drive.." he mumbled so that only himself could hear. He felt dissapointed that they weren't on te best terms right now. He was dissapointed that their tones had turned so bitter.
Christopher shook his head and stumbled through the Bed & Breakfast door. The plump red headed woman working the counter looked tired and irritated but however, still had a cheesy grin on her face.
"Can we have a room please?" he asked in a hoarse voice. The woman wrinkled her nose at him. She probably assumed he was a drunk, the way he looked and all. She smiled half heartedly and tapped on her computer keyboard.
"Certainly," he handed him a dirty brass key with the number 15 on it. "Go down that hall, turn left and it'll be the fifth door on your right," Christopher nodded and mumbled a thank you. Checking his pocket to make sure he'd have enough to pay in the morning. They'd be fine. He took a deep breath and several steps.
"Over here," he called nodding his head towards the direction of their room. He grabbed Nicole's hand and intertwined his fingers with hers as he walked.
The room was small. One bed, a small sofa, a bathroom, a closet, and a small wooden desk near the bedside. There weren't any lights, only a lamp which was rather dim and casted elongated shadows on the wall. There was however a window, but it's curtains were drawn shut.
"Finally," Christopher smirked as he sat down on the sofa and kicked off his shoes as well as peeling off his shirt. He propped himself up and looked to Nicole.
"Is this okay for you?" He asked drumming his fingers on the sofa.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 21:22:07 GMT -5
Nicole slowly pulled herself out of the car and then quietly shut her driver's side door. Stumbling a bit she braced herself along the side of the car until she regained her balance. She took a few small steps before feeling more comfortable to walk normally again. Everthing hurt.
She followed Christopher into the bed and breakfast, lingering behind him like a lost puppy. He was leading the way and she was simply going to follow. Yet again things had taken a turn south for the two. Nicole had pressed it to far and ended it up where it had been before.
Dissapointed, she allowed Christopher to take her hand and lead her down the hallway. The room certaintly wasn't anything she had excepted. It was small and its size reminded her of her closet back at home.
Pulling herself away she laid down on the bed, wincing with every slight movement she made. Nicole allowed her self to stare at his bare chest before veering her eyes off his body and onto her bare legs.
Goosebumps had started to grow and she rubbed her hands on them to smooth them out. "It's fine," she mumbled with a small smile. For the night it would be. Anything would be.
A thought about what was going to happen tomorrow sat in her head and she made many attempts to push it out but it had planted itself there and dug its roots in. Her lips turned down and her nose slightly wrinkled up as she laid lost in thought.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 6, 2009 0:42:52 GMT -5
Christopher frowned as Nicole did. The seasons between them changed so quickly. First warm spring and then before you knew it. Bitter winter. Christopher stood up and sat down on the bed across from Nicole. He sighed.
"You ought to sleep.." said softly, trying not to sound demanding or like any sort of parent. He just wanted the best for her. She had so much potential. The potential to do anything she wanted but for so long she had been the one who bitterly clipped her own wings.
Christopher pulled the covers up and over her even if she probably would fight them off the moment he got them there.
"Don't worry, we'll take what life gives us when we get there." he added trying to encourage her. Trying to show he was strong and he'd could bear it all on his shoulders and carry her too.
He prolonged his stay there almost hopefully waiting, but pulled himself away so that there was a barrier of space between them. "Here, you stay here, I'll sleep on the couch," he walked over to the closet and grabbed an extra pillow and blanket tossing it towards his own bed.
He returned to the bedside and placed his hand near the lamp, getting ready to darken the room.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 6, 2009 3:06:59 GMT -5
Nicole realized her frown and then saw his and she reached across the bed and touched the top of his hand with her index finger. Then her middle finger dropped down on it, and she lightly ran them over his hand a few times. It was better then any words that would come out of her mouth.
For once she didn't fight with him back. For once she wasn't concentrating on winning this battle with him. Deep down she knew he wanted the best for her and beneath that she knew he deserved her at her best. Nicole simply nodded her head as a response.
Again she nodded, he always took a response away from her. His words were simple and yet they blew her away. Instantly she grew sad as he created the space between them.
As he returned to the bedside she reached out for him, "Please," she said, her voice more raspy then earlier. It was an invitation for him to sleep on the bed with her or at the very least she'd sleep on the couch.
She made her way over to the other side of the bed attempting to make room for him on the side closet to him. It was the only thing that seemed right in her mind.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 6, 2009 19:18:44 GMT -5
Christopher swallowed hard and his muscles twitched nervously at Nicole's request. He had never been in such a position before, and it felt so right, but he was scared almost of the idea. He furrowed his brow in thought. Decisions, decisions.
"I don't know..." He muttered, biting his lip. Waited a moment, staring at Nicole, almost staring into her. She seemed so plain to read to him. It almost made things harder for him. Knowing what she felt because usually she didn't feel he best, and Christopher usually felt it all his fault.
Nicole gave him a pleading look, and Christopher couldn't really understand why it was such a pleading matter but it caused him to shrug his shoulders and sigh. His way of letting her know he'd given in. He pulled back the covers and turned off the light. Crawling into the bed.
He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He looked at her with a tired look, but he still smiled. "Happy?" he asked. He blinked slowly, his breathing was heavier, he wasn't going to lie and say he wasn't nervous somewhere inside him, but the lack of sleep numbed it all.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 7, 2009 0:25:30 GMT -5
"Please," she mumbled one more time before he finally got into the bed by her. The dark was welcoming, it gave her free range to any facial expression. It'd be hard to see her face in the dark room even at their closeness.
Again she had gotten her way with Christopher giving in. But it was more like he was giving in because of guilt not because he really wanted to. Nicole laid on her back attempting to slow her breathing, while listening to his at the same time.
Nicole slowly turned to face him. Laying on her left side was less painful then the right and she was grateful for the whole bed set up. "Only if you're happy," she gave a weak smile. Her elbow she rested on didn't want to support her any longer and it finally collasped.
Instead she went back to lying on her back. It was easier. Her eyes shot up to the celling and she looked around the room as her eyes became more accustomed to the dark. "What's happening in the morning," she said barely in a whisper. One so low she would bet he didn't even here.
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Post by Christopher Valentino DeMarr on Sept 7, 2009 2:16:38 GMT -5
Christopher rested his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, similar to Nicole. He was at peace, just to rest there was a wonderful feeling. He fully enjoyed it. The dark was welcoming too, just a place for them to hide for a moment. To crawl back into the holes and caverns of their own mind and just rearrange everything.
"What's happening in the morning?" the words echoed in his mind. What /would/ happen in the morning? Christopher heaved a sigh watching his chest rise and fall.
"Get back on the road I guess. Where are we headed to? Unless the cops find us and drag us back. I guess we could make it more interesting and have a good old fashioned car chase. I don't think we'd get very far, just to humor ourselves you know?" Sure he was being sarcastic, but he really didn't know what they were going to do. They couldn't keep running forever, that was for sure. They needed to finish school and have real lives.
"Whatever happens will happen I guess. I know it's not much comfort, and I'm sorry I can't reassure you better but if I did it'd all be a lie." He stated simply. "I've got you though, and that's all you have to worry about," He turned to her and pressed his lips to her neck for a breif moment. Hoping that would be able to show her more reassurance than his words could ever imply.
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Post by Nicole Marie Anderson on Sept 7, 2009 10:53:07 GMT -5
Christopher's words suprised her. Nicole didn't think that he had heard her, actually she wasn't even sure that she had said them out loud. She placed one hand beneath her head and continued looking around the room.
Finally certain objects came into view and then she looked right back to the celling. Suddenly she remembered being five and sticking glow-in-the-dark stars onto her celling. Then she remembered being ten and ripping them off. When everything seemed so simple.
Nicole hadn't even thought about cops. "Do you have your phone," she asked. She figured that maybe she would call her parents and explain. Explain what exactally, she wasn't quite sure of that. Or maybe they would've called his phone and perhaps they weren't that mad.
His lips sent another wave of chills and she pulled the blanket up over more of her body. "Alright," she said simply. She shut her eyes as she was about to fall asleep. "What are we," she asked through a yawn. She hated asking that question, she hated hearing the answer, but she knew it had to be done.
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