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Chapter thirteen: "Natie"
I had never pictured myself wanting anything more than slowly closing in on her face and breathe unto her until our lips would finally meet and quickly find our match in each other’s mouths like two puzzle pieces. It was hard to keep my eyes from roaming all across her luscious and full, heart shaped lips as I kept opening a few boxes filled with books and picture frames. Every so often I would gaze up to catch a glimpse of her, standing there so wonderfully quiet, as she sorted out her belongings. I’ll bet she was still uncomfortable from before and I couldn’t blame her. She had witnessed me at my most audacious; something that almost never came out. If she was as centered as I imagined her to be she would have already put it all behind her and keep on going with our new found friendship. As if it never happened.
But for friends, we were being awfully silent. She would do her thing, I would do mine. A light smile occasionally connected us, but other than that, nothing. I guess she was still going through what had just (sadly) almost took place. And what if I would’ve kissed her? No doubt it would’ve been amazing. I could tell just by looking at her. Everything about her was…perfect: her skin, her eyes, her hair, her smile, her laugh, her body, her smell. Every time she would pass me by, a scent so wonderful, would bulldoze the life out of me. A sweet and soft, fruity-like smell had me already in a trance, seeming as she would walk by me several times. My lips softly curled up as I imagined her putting on that wondrous perfume every morning after stepping out of the shower.
“What are you thinking?”
She caught me smiling.
“Huh?”
“Because you’re smiling. I just wanted to know.”
My words were all scrambled and I desperately tried to put them in order before I would stammer idiotically. As she saw me troubled with an answer, she hesitated, looking down somewhat mortified.
“I mean, if it’s private, you can keep it at that. Don’t say anything just because I asked you to.”
I forced half a smile and went back to rummaging through her books. Right then, I could see her with the corner of my eye rub her forehead slowly and fidget distinctly. It was uncomfortable to see her uncomfortable. But there was really nothing I could do about that. I accept that it was herder for me to speak, since I felt awful enough. I was afraid anything else I might say would screw things up with her, more than they already were. Especially when the thought that was making me smile was the thought of her . To see her that disappointed was unacceptable and just the fact that she was trying to put it all behind us was enough for me to produce an answer. I took one of her books, the first one I could grab, and lifted it up to eye level.
“I just can’t believe you read this book!” I said with a fictional chuckle and of course, a smile.
Her face resurfaced, her eyes somewhat dim; but as soon as she saw me looking oh-so cheerful, she perked up again.
“I was smiling because I didn’t think you would have read…” I searched desperately for the title and as soon as I found out what it was, I groaned softly.
Oh, come on! I complained in my head.
“‘Le Parfum’.” I concluded with the same fake smile. Only this time, I was holding back the thought of me kissing her soft and fragrant neck. I had just gotten over it and like a plague, it came back! And Natalie had no clue what that simple title was making me go through.
“Oh, yeah! ‘The perfume’…it’s really good. ”
Just what I had thought.
“Hmm...” I put it away immediately and searched for another.
“Did you like it?”
“Did I like what?” Again, caught off base.
“‘The Perfume’, when you read it.”
“Oh. I didn’t read it. I saw the film.” This was the sort of thing an unliterary prick would answer and at that moment, that’s what I felt like.
“Oh…the movie’s not bad either.” She was definitely being agreeable. She hated the movie, I could tell; the way she shrugged her shoulders and how she tilted her head to one side made it obvious she was just being polite.
“Natie…” I saw her cringe as I pronounced that short version of her name. “…it’s okay to say you didn’t like it.” She drew a nervous smile and placed her hands firmly on her waist, staring at me with the deepest emotion.
“I didn’t like it.” She practically exhaled the words as if she had been holding her breath. Her tone was nonchalant and unlike her.
I stood there, confused. But I still knew that something was bothering her. “What, the movie or me calling you ‘Natie’?”
Her lips parted slightly and her arms dropped from her waist. I think she was as shocked as I was at the fact that I already knew how to read her so well.
“First, you know exactly what kind of tea I like to drink; now you can tell when I’m upset?”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and raised an eyebrow feeling proud of myself. “Like I said.”
“Usually I’m not that easy to read.”
“Maybe it’s different with me.”
I remembered from our conversation at the café.
Her posture regained its confidence and she began to walk slowly towards me. I thought that she would stop at one point, but she didn’t. It would’ve been incredibly silly to move backwards, maintaining the space between us, so I decided to stay put as my heart pounded inside me. My breath shortened and I furrowed my eyebrows, not knowing what was going on.
Just when I thought she would bump into me (not that I minded), she stopped a mere step from feeling he body against mine. I looked down to her soft, hazel eyes staring up at me with the tenderest feeling. After a few seconds of saying or doing nothing, I noticed her eyes slowly begin to fill with tears. At the sight of that, I immediately let my guard down.
“What’s wrong, love?” She kept looking at me with those heart-breaking eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”
Natalie slowly shut her eyes, forcing a tear to trickle down her cheek. I dared not touch her still. I was battling back the urge to embrace her; I had been intrusive enough before. But I just couldn’t bare the sight of her in that state. Therefore, I had no idea as if to move or not. Then, as if she could read my mind as well, she did something I did not expect.
Her hands gripped my still crossed arms and detangled them, freeing me from my own cage. They slid down until they reached my own hands. The feeling of holding her tiny hands in mine was downright beautiful. But she wasn’t finished. Carefully, she controlled my arms and wrapped them around herself, around her waist. She gazed back at me as she did this, making sure I was not uncomfortable with it. I smiled and nodded in reassurance, telling her it was okay. The wet trail of a tear was still scarring her flawless face, so as she kept staring at me, I wiped it away with my fingers with the gentlest touch. After I placed my arm back on her body, she lifted hers and wrapped them around my waist. Her head rested perfectly on my chest. I smiled at the thought of her being able to listen to my heart beating away at her touch.
“Hold me like this.” She whispered her hot breath against my chest.
Having her in my arms was as real as my emerging feelings for her. Yes, I was indeed falling for this girl. Although I had known her for so little time, I had seen in her just what a wonderful human being she was. Besides being absolutely gorgeous, Natalie was…she just was. No words to describe her. She just was.
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Cont. Chapter thirteen
After taking it all in: holding her, comforting her, embracing her; I (against my will) had to break away, although not entirely from our embrace. I cupped her chin and slowly lifted her face, so she would look at me once more.
“Natie…” Like a reflex, she winced as she heard it again and buried her face back on my chest. “Hey, hey, hey…” I felt like I had to whisper to her. Once again, I lifted her face and looked intently into her glassy eyes. “Will you talk to me about it?”
Natalie took a deep breath and rested her chin on my chest, so she would always keep on staring up at me with her arms still around my waist and mine still around hers. She sniffed back the tears and as she kept on looking directly into my eyes, I could feel every inch of my body just wanting to make her mine, right then and there. Not the most gentlemanly thing to do… Mind you, this only happened when I was with her.
She remained quiet.
“I’m still waiting for an answer, love.”
Again, another deep breath. No words were coming out of her mouth yet. So I decided to do the first thing that came to mind, ridiculous as might have looked doing it. I smiled at her and began to move slowly, swaying from side to side. We were dancing. It took Natalie a few steps before she realized that I was leading her in a dance to an imaginary music. She leaned back a bit and looked around her and then back at me.
“Orlando, why is it that we’re dancing?”
“It’s proven to clear the head. You know… your thoughts and everything.” I had absolutely no idea of what I was talking about.
“Oh, really?” She asked in between gasp.
“No.” For the first time since I saw her that day, she laughed. And I joined.
“It’s just that…” After a moment of dancing, she felt like continuing. “Bo used to call me ‘Natie’. He was the only one that did that.”
The name always brought a somber theme to our time together and I was afraid he would be this lurking presence that never gave in. Some way or another the topic would slither in our conversations and just break the wonderful pattern that we had built. On the other hand, I understood where she was coming from. Although I didn’t know how, she had lost Bo and to lose someone as beloved as he was for her, it just was incredibly challenging.
Suddenly I felt this painful, unwanted urge to give her space, to let her be for a while. It felt wrong to want to take everything to another level at such a quick pace. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if that was what she wanted. But at least for me, it felt wrong. I was expecting some things from her that I was sure that she couldn’t offer me at that moment. So I decided, as much as I didn’t want to, to be strictly her friend, not expect anything else from her, not desire her in any other manner than as we were: friends. That was it. No more trances, no more imagining her in all her glory, no more anything! It was going to be tough, but I could handle it. For starters, I stopped our little dance and like a good friend I was then willing to hear everything.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked as I stood still in the middle of her living room.
“Please.”
“Good.”
We sat down, keeping a considerable distance.
“Shoot.”
Natalie shifted uncomfortably in her place as I began to wonder what the story was behind this Bo. If I ever learned that he had hurt her in any way, I would go all the way to Long Island or wherever the hell it was that he lived and make him apologize. Right at that moment I was even thinking how I would actually do it.
“Look Orlando, I haven’t told you the complete truth.” She looked at me and thought she was in trouble. “You have to believe me, I’ve nothing but honest with you. It just so happens that when I was about to tell you, something came up, so…”
“No need to explain, Natalie.”
I was about to run my hand through the locks of hair that had made her way to the side of her face, when she interrupted.
“He died.” She blurted out without thinking twice.
All of the sudden, I felt this bucket of ice cold water run through me, from head to toe. Honestly, I had no idea how to react to that. What was I supposed to say? “Really?” “How?” “When?” No, absolutely not. I didn’t have the b*lls for that.
“Natalie….I’m, um… sorry.” I truly was. I could see, just how talking about it, made her crumble.
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Jeez!! I can't believe it'll be almost a month since I updated! I'm done with school tomorrow, so I'll have plenty of time to continue this little story. I'll give away the title of the next chapter: A boy, a girl...and another girl.
Donna! Thanks sweetie for your always loyal comments. We need to share eachothers schedules so we can find a way to talk! Hope to do it soon!...
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Thanks Natalie! I just sent you a message on IM> I hope you got it!
I also let you know what my schedule is... so hopefully you can let me know what your schedule will be like.
By the way... I updated my fic last month. I wanted to wait for you to comment before I post the last couple of chapters. Perhaps you can help me write more?
Love ya sis!
Donna
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Cont. Chapter thirteen
Change in POVs!
I took a deep breath.
“He died just before I moved back. As a matter of fact, he’s the reason I did.” This sharp pain stabbed me right in the heart and that’s when I began to bawl. Endless tears just had to escape from my eyes, making them puff up. I felt Orlando’s arms take me and pull me towards him, his warm embrace made me lean unto him, unto the comfort of his body. He didn’t seem to care that I might get his sleeves all wet, he was holding me like I had asked him to. In between sobs, I continued: “If I stayed, everything would’ve reminded me of him. I don’t think I was strong enough to face it, so running away seemed to be my best option.” I could feel Orlando caressing slowly my back, and it was almost soothing away the ache in me. Amidst my sobs and sniffles, Orlando’s silence was by far the most calming sound. With my ear pressed gently unto his chest, I could hear his heart beating at a smooth pace and the soft breaths he took, making his chest heave. After realizing who was holding me and why, I laughed, still in his arms.
“What?” He asked and I could hear in his tone that he was smiling.
“I barely know you.”
“And you barely know me.” He responded with the same tone.
“We’ve gone from two chance encounters, to you helping me move into my apartment. Are you usually this trusting?”
His right hand never stopped caressing me. “Yes.”
I slowly sat up straight, breaking away from his tender embrace and looked at him with my arms and legs folded in front of me. He was comfortably leaning back on my couch and brought his left leg close to his chest. “And can I trust you?”
His eyes were fixed on mine. “Yes.” A short pause and he quickly added before I interrupted: “A little late to be wondering--”
“It was a motorcycle.”
“Excuse me?”
“Bo…died in a motorcycle…accident. I was against him buying one since the thought crossed his mind. But you know, trying to be the easygoing girlfriend, I agreed. I mean, I’ve always thought that those things were dangerous since I can remember, so I figured I was just being paranoid.” I took a deep breath before resuming and the all that breathing made my chest hurt. “I was happy that he was happy.”
The look a worry was delved deep into Orlando’s eyes and as I kept staring at them, I felt his hand on my knee. “Then what happened?”
“One night…we were in bed, snuggling, kissing…” The lump on my throat began to build up once again. “When I remembered that there was nothing to eat for breakfast the next day. He got up so gallantly and put on his college sweater and jeans and quickly grabbed the keys and his helmet. I told him to take the car, since it had been raining that day, but he said he could handle it. And I believed him. Even though something ached inside at the thought of him driving away in that damned thing, I let him go. Of course he kissed me before leaving, he smiled, I smiled and he even said to me: “I’ll be right back.” But that kiss…it felt so…final. I should’ve known right then. Yet all I did was watch him leave me.”
“Natalie…” Orlando’s voice was too soft for me to acknowledge it.
“If only I had kept my mouth shut! The world wasn’t going to end if there was nothing to eat the next morning! We could’ve stopped somewhere on our way to work.”
“Natalie.”
“About three hours passed and by then I knew something had happened. Then I received a call from the police saying that his bike had skidded off balance and his body tumbled under a moving car.” I could feel the tears trickling down my cheeks. Sensing that I could not hold back any longer, I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. Once again, Orlando took me in arms and pulled me toward him.
“Natalie, it was not your fault. Don’t ever think it was.” He held my chin and lifted my face so our eyes would meet again and he whispered with the deepest honesty: “ I am so sorry. Like you said, we don’t know each other that well. But I think I know you enough to say that you don’t deserve any of this. You deserve to be happy.”
“I was happy with him.” I sniffled back some more tears.
“I know, I know.” Then he paused. “I mean I don’t actually know because I didn’t know you back then, but…they way you speak about him? I’m guessing he was quite the guy.”
“He was.”
He smiled at me. “You’ll be fine.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you know?”
“I don’t know.” And we both chuckled. Then, his smile slowly faded as our laughs did too. “As a matter of fact, I do.” The somber and bitter tone in his voice was quite the opposite from before. “I didn’t lose somebody.” He pointed out. “At least not in that way.” I could see him troubled as he spoke. “She didn’t pass away… she’s still very much alive.” Orlando looked down and began to search for something in his pockets. Then he looked up again as his jittery hands kept searching. “I think that I’m the one that died, though.”
I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. But from his way of speaking, I could tell it had been quite the sad story. It was quite the funny situation: we were both sharing depressing experiences and in a way, venting them out in each other’s presence.
“A girlfriend?” I asked.
He found what he was looking for: a packet of cigarettes. I frowned at the idea of him smoking, since he was too sweet to be putting his health at risk. He didn’t deserve that. Still, I watched him place one between his lips.
“Mm-hmm.” All that he needed now was his lighter. “Technically, it’s “ex”, but, yeah.” Finally, he found the lighter as well. He flicked it as he brought close to his face; but then I couldn’t stand it.
“Stop it.”
Orlando gazed up at me with a blank expression on his face. I believe it took him just a few seconds to realize that I was serious about not wanting him to smoke, at least not my presence. My face went unchanged, until he lowered the lighter and slowly removed the cigarette from his mouth. To my surprise, he did as I told him! Which scared me like hell. The inevitable awkward silence came from my guilt of bossing him around and probably his remorse of being bossed around…by a woman. Honestly, I couldn’t bear it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…tell you what to do.”
His expression was still one of surprise and embarrassment. “It’s fine. You could’ve told me it bothered you, you know.”
“I know…I was shy.”
“But you weren’t shy to blurt out: “stop it”?”
“I couldn’t help myself. Sorry. Again.”
“You know you’re not the first to be against me smoking.”
“They’re just so bad for you.”
“And I fully understand that! It’s just than when I feel anxious… it’s relaxing.”
“There are many ways to relax.” I smiled playfully and the tension in his shoulders seemed to diminish. Suddenly he looked at me with glassy eyes, almost about to burst into tears.
“It’s hard to relax when you think you’re world is falling apart.” He whispered.
Exactly what I was going through. “Yeah…” I dropped my guard as I felt Bo’s death so near once again. “It is.”
Orlando looked away, not wanting to be seen in such a vulnerable state. I heard him sniffle and clear his throat, whereas I just sat there with the gloom drawn all over my face. We were two heartbroken souls, with no reason to smile at the moment. A while passed by as we reflected in silence, not a word was said, and we didn’t even make eye contact. It was just a moment we both needed to think about what was going on in our lives.
All of the sudden, I heard him exhale loudly and pat his hand on his thigh. I flinched at the startling sound and looked at him. “Well… this was fun!” And he smirked at me. I smiled faintly and nodded.
“I want to get over him, Orlando.” I spoke my mind. “I really do.”
Orlando stared at me and replied: “And I want to get over her.”
“Will we ever be able to?”
“I hope. We just need to find some sort of… distraction.”
Right then, my cell phone, that was right on the coffee table beside us, rang. I picked it up to see who it was. A number I did not recognize. I signaled Orlando to give me a minute as I answered.
“Hello?”
”Hi! It’s Landon!”
And there it was: my distraction.
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I bow to you 
an update just for me! Sorry it took me a while to comment, I was on vacation with family to celebrate Easter and my birthday! 
That was so sad to hear about Bo!
but ya tricked me!
