26.07.2007, 12:08
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Update coming up!
Mer's house
Derek left a short time after her. He felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Hard. With fists. Again. And again. And again. Putting all his weight behind it.
He. Felt. Sick. And he felt sick of feeling sick. And most of all he felt sick of not knowing why the hell he was feeling sick. Okay. Quite obviously, it was about her. Quite obviously, he kind of⦠liked her. Which, quite obviously, was the understatement of the year. Of the century. But damn it, how should he call this thing he had for her? He didnât even know her. You canât be head over heels in love with someone you donât know. Itâs one of those stupid love rules invented by some womenâs magazine.
The only thing he knew about her was that she could eat like a horse but usually, that is not a fact that gives you the right to fall for someone. Someone you donât know.
Derek's house
He opened the door to his house, chucked his keys onto the small cupboard in the hallway without turning the light on, and for a brief moment, he just stood there. Motionless. For a brief moment. In the doorway. In the dark.
Until someone solicited his undivided attention. Vociferously barking.
Buddy
âHey, Bud.â
He kneeled down and gently patted the head of the Retriever that welcomed its master with whimpering sounds and a wildly wagging tail.
Then, he navigated his steps towards the cellar-door.
He needed to free his mind and the best place he could do this was his specifically arranged sound studio in the basement. It was his oasis of calm. More figuratively spoken, of course. But every now and then, when the whole media hullabaloo became too much for him to bear, he sought refuge in here. He would take his guitar, played some chords, and felt better. Or he would sit down in front of the piano, tinkled the ivories, and felt better. The whole fingertips⦠it just relaxed him. Relaxed his mind. Relaxed his muscles. Relaxed his nerves.
And right now, he truly was in need of relaxation.
Because he was so not relaxed. Since theyâd almost kissed. Which, indeed, gave him the right to be not relaxed. Theyâd almost kissed. And then, sheâd freaked out. Why? No freaking idea. Which again leads us to the not being relaxed thing.
He didnât know why he cared. It had been normal: you meet a girl, youâre attracted to her, she turns you down because she thinks youâre some brainless moron, you whine a little but life will go on. Life will go on because it was just a fling with someone you didnât. Even. Know, for Godâs sake! Why the hell did he care this time?
He made his way down the steps and turned the lights on.
Though in the basement, the studio was pretty welcoming.
The flooring was made of dark parquet⦠A considerable number of gold and platinum records adorned the walls⦠A light settee with matching pillows was put at one of them⦠Several musical instruments were arranged at the other end of the room, including a grand piano and a drum kit⦠And then there was the bounteous audio equipment that would make every musicianâs heart leap for joy.
Derek collapsed into the couch, reached for his guitar and placed it on his lap. He let his fingers gently brush over the chords, causing a soft melody to fill the room. It was not an actual song. More the music of his heart. His soul. He didnât need notes for that.
He immediately felt his body relax at the sound. He shut his eyes but didnât stop playing. The tohubohu in his head changed into something more comfortable⦠his thoughts cleared upâ¦
âDid I do something wrong? Just tell me, please.â
âNo, you⦠were perfect.â
The music stopped. Derek opened his eyes and stared at the opposite wall. He hadnât messed it up. He had been perfect. She didnât think he was some brainless moron. So what was this about? Still⦠no idea. He sat back against the cushions and ran his fingers through his thick dark hair.
âDamn it Der, what is wrong with you?â he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling.
He closed his eyes again. He suddenly felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. He lay down on the cushions, put his feet up, rested his head on his right arm, snuggled up in the prepositioned blanket and waited for finally drifting off for sleep.
Update coming up!
Mer's house
Derek left a short time after her. He felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Hard. With fists. Again. And again. And again. Putting all his weight behind it.
He. Felt. Sick. And he felt sick of feeling sick. And most of all he felt sick of not knowing why the hell he was feeling sick. Okay. Quite obviously, it was about her. Quite obviously, he kind of⦠liked her. Which, quite obviously, was the understatement of the year. Of the century. But damn it, how should he call this thing he had for her? He didnât even know her. You canât be head over heels in love with someone you donât know. Itâs one of those stupid love rules invented by some womenâs magazine.
The only thing he knew about her was that she could eat like a horse but usually, that is not a fact that gives you the right to fall for someone. Someone you donât know.
Derek's house
He opened the door to his house, chucked his keys onto the small cupboard in the hallway without turning the light on, and for a brief moment, he just stood there. Motionless. For a brief moment. In the doorway. In the dark.
Until someone solicited his undivided attention. Vociferously barking.
Buddy
âHey, Bud.â
He kneeled down and gently patted the head of the Retriever that welcomed its master with whimpering sounds and a wildly wagging tail.
Then, he navigated his steps towards the cellar-door.
He needed to free his mind and the best place he could do this was his specifically arranged sound studio in the basement. It was his oasis of calm. More figuratively spoken, of course. But every now and then, when the whole media hullabaloo became too much for him to bear, he sought refuge in here. He would take his guitar, played some chords, and felt better. Or he would sit down in front of the piano, tinkled the ivories, and felt better. The whole fingertips⦠it just relaxed him. Relaxed his mind. Relaxed his muscles. Relaxed his nerves.
And right now, he truly was in need of relaxation.
Because he was so not relaxed. Since theyâd almost kissed. Which, indeed, gave him the right to be not relaxed. Theyâd almost kissed. And then, sheâd freaked out. Why? No freaking idea. Which again leads us to the not being relaxed thing.
He didnât know why he cared. It had been normal: you meet a girl, youâre attracted to her, she turns you down because she thinks youâre some brainless moron, you whine a little but life will go on. Life will go on because it was just a fling with someone you didnât. Even. Know, for Godâs sake! Why the hell did he care this time?
He made his way down the steps and turned the lights on.
Though in the basement, the studio was pretty welcoming.
The flooring was made of dark parquet⦠A considerable number of gold and platinum records adorned the walls⦠A light settee with matching pillows was put at one of them⦠Several musical instruments were arranged at the other end of the room, including a grand piano and a drum kit⦠And then there was the bounteous audio equipment that would make every musicianâs heart leap for joy.
Derek collapsed into the couch, reached for his guitar and placed it on his lap. He let his fingers gently brush over the chords, causing a soft melody to fill the room. It was not an actual song. More the music of his heart. His soul. He didnât need notes for that.
He immediately felt his body relax at the sound. He shut his eyes but didnât stop playing. The tohubohu in his head changed into something more comfortable⦠his thoughts cleared upâ¦
âDid I do something wrong? Just tell me, please.â
âNo, you⦠were perfect.â
The music stopped. Derek opened his eyes and stared at the opposite wall. He hadnât messed it up. He had been perfect. She didnât think he was some brainless moron. So what was this about? Still⦠no idea. He sat back against the cushions and ran his fingers through his thick dark hair.
âDamn it Der, what is wrong with you?â he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling.
He closed his eyes again. He suddenly felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. He lay down on the cushions, put his feet up, rested his head on his right arm, snuggled up in the prepositioned blanket and waited for finally drifting off for sleep.
"i believe that we can be extraordinary together... rather than ordinary apart."
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