The good, the bad...and the 'awkward'.

Part 14-Together at last

A/N: To be completely honest with my readers, I am TRULY looking forward to the end of this story, it's been so enjoyable, but not quite in my line of talent. ;) I dunno, maybe writing isn't for me, I enjoy it so much....but if the public doesn't, what then? Anyways, hope you enjoy Part fourteen of The good, the bad...and the 'awkward'.

Previously on 'The good, the bad...and the 'awkward':

Jame's hand was laced through mine. I couldn't quite put order to it in my brain, but nonetheless I felt a surge of happiness shoot through me as I fell asleep.

For once in my life....this felt right.

Sunday morning: Cheerful, sunny and warm. A drastic change from the weather we experienced last night. The house was silent as usual, except for the dull ticking from the grandfather clock in the hall. Everything was in place. I lifted my head up and stopped instantly. That was it. James, James WAS here and he's STILL here. I had been leaning on his shoulder as I slept. Was my mother back? Had she noticed the guy on her couch? Well of course she would. But why was he still here? Shouldn't she have chased him out with a broom? This was odd. Very odd indeed. I was slightly panicking. Leaning over, my hand was in mid air, prepared to shake James to consciousness. But I stopped, and took this golden opportunity to stare, I mean REALLY stare. I'd always been too shy to look at him for longer than two seconds, but now was my chance. He appeared so perfect in his sleep. His eyelashes were much longer when his eyes were shut....and wow, that was wayyyy too much. Stalker level: 10. I had to stop now, it felt so wrong and weird and uncomfortable. Like I was reading his diary or something. I took the time instead to think about life as of yesterday night. I really missed James, really TRULY missed him. When he wakes up he'll more than likely be gone from my life forever. The thought made my heart twist.

He moved slightly, and I knew without looking that he was awake.

He stared around with a perplexed look. "Oh yeah." He smiled at me. "Good morning?"

I smiled back in return. I wonder what time it is...

I checked my phone and was overly relieved to see that it was just 8:00 A.M.

There was a fifty-fifty chance that my mom was home already, I suppose the smartest thing to do was figure out whether she is or not.

I pulled myself out of the comfortable, worn down couch and tip toed quietly to my mother's bedroom. Ever since I was a small child, It was an unspoken rule that 'mommy's' room was off limits to anyone under 5 feet. My mother has always been an especially 'private' person. The only person she was truly ever close to was my father...and we see how that worked out for her. Her door creaked as I slowly pushed it open. So much for discreetness.

My heart soared with relief when my gaze was met with an empty bed, untouched since the night before last. I was safe...for now. Though nothing at all occurred last night, my mom tends to skip to conclusion. She'd never believe me if I said we just watched some movies. Aren't mothers supposed to trust their daughters? If I had a child, I'd certainly give them enough credit to not suspect them of lying 24/7.

In my defense, I'd always been an honest kid. I was never met with an incident in which I would have reason to be dishonest...except on second thought....There was this ONE time.

Around 4 summers ago. I was a scrawny, little freckled kid. The freckles due to my non stop hours in the sun shine. I hardly had a friend in the world, and spent my days after school hours playing in the creek near my home. This specific summer brought a change...one I hardly think I'll ever forget.

This change was in the form of a boy. Kent. He was the nephew of my neighbor. We were both around 12-13 years old when he came to stay. I met him one afternoon, down at my creek. Sending little, make shift sail boats out on the water. Hands on hips, I was too young and naive to comprehend the word 'tact'. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a no-nonsense voice. "Sailing...what's it to you anyway?" He replied just as saucily. "Where do you live?" I asked, as I sat beside him on the bank of the creek. "Next door, my aunt wants me to stay with her for the summer." He didn't bother to look up from his task at hand. It bothered me, I wanted a playmate. Here was the opportunity. "Want to play?" I asked quietly, holding my breath in suspense.