15.09.2004, 19:05
Alsou ich hab hier nochmal was. Ist allerdings ne englische Story. Da Englisch aber eigentlich ne Fremdsprache für mich ist, kanns sein, dass sich vielleicht ein paar kleiner oder auch gröÃere Grammatikfehler eingeschlichen haben. Sorry dafür. Ich hoffe aber, die Story gefällt euch trotzdem und für Verbesserungen, Kritik und Anregungen bin ich natürlich immer dankbar.
Gilmore Girls
The morning she will stay
Inspired by âThe Smell Before Rainâ http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1841965/1/
(sollte man vielleicht vorher lesen, geht aber wohl auch so)
The rain was falling outside the window and a grey morning greeted her when she awoke. But she didnât care about the cold outside, because she felt warm and comforted in his presence. Every morning in the past few months she awoke like that: Lying in his arms, wich he had wrapped around her waist and with his head resting on her shoulder.
He was already awake, too, but he didnât move. He loved lying like this, holding her thight against his body, even tough he knew, that it wasnât supposed like that. It felt like she belonged to him, like she was his, but she wasnât. He knew it every time, when she stood in front of his apartment door. Yet he let her in. Just like tonight.
She knew that he wouldnât be asleep before three oâclock in the night, because he worked late and so they both were used to the fact, that she would appear in front of his apartment late in the night. And he expected her there. When he heared her knocking at the door, he would open it. He never asked why she came, why she didnât stay at her boyfriends, he would just let her in.
A little later, they both would lie in his bed. He on the back and she curled up against him, one of her legs over his and her head resting on his bare chest. He would wrap his arm around her and let his fingers run through her silky hair and so they would fall asleep, by now ervery single night.
At first she would show up maybe once or twice a month, then once or twice a week and since it had been two months, she showed up every night. He wouldnât complain about it, oh no, he loved having her with him, but it just⦠didnât feel right.
She turned around and was facing him now. A soft smile crossed her face and she muttered: âGood Morning.â He smiled back and tenderly stroke a strand of hair out of her face. âMorning. Slept well?â He asked her every morning, even tough he already knew her answer: âI always sleep well when Iâm with you.â And it was the truth. She came to him, when she couldnât sleep or had had bad dreams, but as soon as he had wrapped his arms around her all of her problems were gone. She felt save and comforted and even began to wonder how she could ever have slept without him.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and pulled her closer. âGoodâ, he whispered softly in her ear. She let out a content sigh and curled up against him again. They spent some time lying like that, quite, and just happy to have each other. Then she broke the silence when she suddently asked: âWhat time is it?â He looked at his watch: âNearly have past eight.â âIâm supposed to go now.â He nodded: âThen go.â âBut I donât want to.â, she said with sadness in her eyes. His simple reply: âThen stay.â âI canât.â The same game every morning. He cuckled a little: âThen go.â âWouldnât it be wondeful if we just hadnât to get up?â âWe donât have to. We can stay here as long as we want.â âNo, we canât⦠I canât.â âAre you going to see him today?â, he asked, but she shook her head: âNo. He is supposed to have lunch with his parents and then spent the afternoon with them. But⦠perhaps tonightâ¦â She looked at him shyly and he nodded. You might think he had gotten used to the fact, that his girl wasnât his anymore. Even tough she obviosly still clinged to him. She pulled away from him: âI really have to go now.â âI knowâ, he sighed when she got up. It always ended up like that. He just stayed in bed and observed her while she picked up her clothes from the bedroom floor and put them on. When she was done, she came back to him, who was still lying and watching her. Then she bent down and kissed his temple. âIâll see you.â He nodded. âYeah.â Then he watched her leaving the room and a few seconds later he heared the front-door shut. He leaned back and faced the ceiling. âOne day it will finally comeâ, he muttered to himself: âThe morning she will stay.â
Gilmore Girls
The morning she will stay
Inspired by âThe Smell Before Rainâ http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1841965/1/
(sollte man vielleicht vorher lesen, geht aber wohl auch so)
The rain was falling outside the window and a grey morning greeted her when she awoke. But she didnât care about the cold outside, because she felt warm and comforted in his presence. Every morning in the past few months she awoke like that: Lying in his arms, wich he had wrapped around her waist and with his head resting on her shoulder.
He was already awake, too, but he didnât move. He loved lying like this, holding her thight against his body, even tough he knew, that it wasnât supposed like that. It felt like she belonged to him, like she was his, but she wasnât. He knew it every time, when she stood in front of his apartment door. Yet he let her in. Just like tonight.
She knew that he wouldnât be asleep before three oâclock in the night, because he worked late and so they both were used to the fact, that she would appear in front of his apartment late in the night. And he expected her there. When he heared her knocking at the door, he would open it. He never asked why she came, why she didnât stay at her boyfriends, he would just let her in.
A little later, they both would lie in his bed. He on the back and she curled up against him, one of her legs over his and her head resting on his bare chest. He would wrap his arm around her and let his fingers run through her silky hair and so they would fall asleep, by now ervery single night.
At first she would show up maybe once or twice a month, then once or twice a week and since it had been two months, she showed up every night. He wouldnât complain about it, oh no, he loved having her with him, but it just⦠didnât feel right.
She turned around and was facing him now. A soft smile crossed her face and she muttered: âGood Morning.â He smiled back and tenderly stroke a strand of hair out of her face. âMorning. Slept well?â He asked her every morning, even tough he already knew her answer: âI always sleep well when Iâm with you.â And it was the truth. She came to him, when she couldnât sleep or had had bad dreams, but as soon as he had wrapped his arms around her all of her problems were gone. She felt save and comforted and even began to wonder how she could ever have slept without him.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and pulled her closer. âGoodâ, he whispered softly in her ear. She let out a content sigh and curled up against him again. They spent some time lying like that, quite, and just happy to have each other. Then she broke the silence when she suddently asked: âWhat time is it?â He looked at his watch: âNearly have past eight.â âIâm supposed to go now.â He nodded: âThen go.â âBut I donât want to.â, she said with sadness in her eyes. His simple reply: âThen stay.â âI canât.â The same game every morning. He cuckled a little: âThen go.â âWouldnât it be wondeful if we just hadnât to get up?â âWe donât have to. We can stay here as long as we want.â âNo, we canât⦠I canât.â âAre you going to see him today?â, he asked, but she shook her head: âNo. He is supposed to have lunch with his parents and then spent the afternoon with them. But⦠perhaps tonightâ¦â She looked at him shyly and he nodded. You might think he had gotten used to the fact, that his girl wasnât his anymore. Even tough she obviosly still clinged to him. She pulled away from him: âI really have to go now.â âI knowâ, he sighed when she got up. It always ended up like that. He just stayed in bed and observed her while she picked up her clothes from the bedroom floor and put them on. When she was done, she came back to him, who was still lying and watching her. Then she bent down and kissed his temple. âIâll see you.â He nodded. âYeah.â Then he watched her leaving the room and a few seconds later he heared the front-door shut. He leaned back and faced the ceiling. âOne day it will finally comeâ, he muttered to himself: âThe morning she will stay.â
) Na ja, ich bin schon froh wenns halbwegs stimmt und ich nicht allzu groÃen Mist geschrieben hab.
auer: Naja und die Geschichte auch traurig... Warum haut sie denn einfach jeden morgen ab... Sie soll... naja egal 
ICh würde jetzt gerne meine SChwester zitieren aber ich glaub das interessiert keinen.