Meet Me on the Metro {No Longer Available}

Chapter 4

"I said I wasn't gonna lose my head, but thenPop! Goes my heart. I wasn't gonna fall in love again, but then Pop! Goes my heart. And I just can't let you go,I can't lose this feeling." Pop! Goes My Heart (from Music and Lyrics) - Hugh Grant

Rehearsal has been going well for the past few days. Thursday we blocked almost all of my scenes (and I am in all but three.) And today we finished the rest. Mr. Brown really knows how to block a show quickly. He uses stand in’s during all the classes to figure out where to place all of the people, then he takes his master show book and records it all. I really don’t know how he does it, but he does. “Good practice today guys. See you on Monday.” Mr. Brown dismissed practice. I chatted for a few minutes with Lane, and quickly went to meet Tim outside in his car. Tim has been staying with me for the past few nights. I got in the car, and he kissed me. We drove to my place in silence, and as usual he followed me inside, and we both dropped our stuff at the door. I took off my shoes, and put my jacket on the coat rack. I sat down on the couch next to Tim. We sat there for a few minutes in silence, and once again my heart started to beat fast. Before I had time to think, I acted. The draw from the chemical bond was too strong. In one fast motion I turned and pressed my lips to his. It was strong and he didn’t resist. We kept kissing. It was strong. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he ran his fingers through my hair. I stood up, we were both panting and out of breath. He stood up and took his shoes off. I embraced him and we continued to kiss. There was no stopping. My heart was beating as fast as it could go. He pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair, and ran his fingers through it. I couldn’t pull away. There was something keeping me there. The moment was right. He seemed to know. He picked me up in one motion, and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and we were one.

I woke up the next morning with sun streaming in the window, and Tim was next to me. When I came to, I remembered what happened. I was so happy, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty (although Lane would say it was natural.) Tim rolled over, and opened his eyes. I pulled the covers up over my chest. “Good morning, Sweetie.”

“Good morning.” I replied sleepily. “I’m sorry, that was not professional of me last night.”

“It was okay, I am glad I was with you though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Was it okay?”

“It was fine, it was perfect. It’s just I feel guilty.”

“I do too, but we shouldn’t.”

“I guess so.”

“I have to get up to go to work.”

“Okay, how late will you be?”

“No later than five.”

“Okay,” he got out of bed. He was only wearing his boxers, he picked up his clothes and his messenger bag.

“I’m going to go take a shower, and then I’m going to head out.”

“Okay,” he left the room He showered quickly and then came back to my room to say goodbye to me as he left. Then I was alone. I sat up in bed. I only had my bra and underwear on. I got up and went to my bathroom. I showered quickly, and then I put my makeup on and got dressed. I took my sheets off of my bed and threw them in the washer. Then I picked the things that got knocked on the floor and put them away. Finally I picked up my phone and went into the living room and sat on the couch. I felt okay, or at least I think I feel okay. I pressed Lane’s speed dial, and put my phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” I was quieter than usual.

“Are you okay?”