Guys, I have no other ideas now. After this, there'll be two more chapters, then the epilogue, then I'm done. This book started out great, but I'm not feeling that people like it any more so.. three parts left now :(
*17th June, 2009*
*Becky's POV*
"Mom, can I go out for a while?" I hear Dexter's voice. "Ryder and Leccy have!"
"Alright, but don't be back too late," I call.
I'm sitting in the living room with Michael.
We're actually alone for once.
Alexa and Alex are around their friend's house, for tea.
"So, now we're free from all children," I say quietly.
"We sure are," Michael replies. "When was the last time this happened?"
"It's been a while," I say.
"So, what do you wanna do?" he asks.
"Hmm, not sure. Wanna play a game?"
"What game would a 50-year-old man play with a 44-year-old woman?" he asks with a laugh.
"Well, you know the kinda games we play." I raise my eyebrows at him, and he smirks.
"Hmm, I'm not really in the mood for games."
"Then what can we do?" I ask.
"I don't know," Michael repeats. "But I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?"
"Remember the day you went to see Emma?"
"Of course."
"Remember Janine promised I'd see Alexa?"
"Yes-wait, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Yes, she came that day you went out. It's been twenty-one years, but she finally came!"
"What did she say?"
"We told each other about life, and stuff like that. It felt so natural, like it was completely real."
"Well, that's nice," I say. "But seriously, what should we do?"
"Well, what did we used to do in our younger years?"
"Kiss a lot, and other things," I laugh.
"There is that," Michael laughs. "But, what's our lucky colour?"
"Purple.. we haven't made the colour purple in a loooong time."
"Maybe we could make it now, for old times' sake?"
"Yes!" I grin, getting up from the sofa to find the kids' paints.
I find a red paint, and a blue paint, and come back into the living room.
"Am I red or blue?" I ask.
"You red, me blue," Michael replies, taking the red paint.
He takes the paintbrush and dabs it in the pot, before painting over my lips with it.
"My turn," I chuckle, taking a brush and placing it in the blue paint.
I glide it across his lips gently, until they're blue.
"Now, let's just pretend we're in our twenties, without a care in the world, and nothing to worry about," Michael says, moving closer to me.
He looks funny with blue lips.
His lips touch mine in a passionate kiss, and it almost immediately becomes intense.
He has never once lost his magic, not ever.
We pull away briefly, and already see the colour purple on our lips.
"It's a little dull," Michael points out. "Let's make it more clear."
With that, he kisses me again, and caresses my cheek gently.
The kiss becomes deeper and deeper and we both get lost in the moment.
That is, until the doorbell goes, scaring the crap out of us.
"I'll get it," Michael says, wiping his mouth with a cloth. "I enjoyed making the colour purple."
"No, I'll go," I say, taking the cloth Michael just used, and dabbing my face. "I'll go."
"If you're sure," Michael says, allowing me to go.
I clean my mouth, and arrive at the door.
The doorbell rings repeatedly, and then knocking starts.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I say, turning the doorknob.
"Hi, Becky."
My blood runs cold.
"Brooke.."
Author's note: short chapter, sowwieee, literally.. I'm kinda feeling drained about this book. I'll try and be positive though :) But, the final chapter is after the next one, then the epilogue. Meaning, it'll be 100 parts, instead of the original planned 101.. so it's almost the end of an era, guys :(
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