Just Call Me Sarah

Day 47: My Eddie

Dear Diary....

I was anxious all day, it was the first time in a while that I was both terrified and happy to see someone. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up with Eddie. Feel his warm arms and kiss his lips.

Nancy has given you a huge lecture about being home by 11pm, that she was going to spend the next day moving into the home and getting additional furniture for what she referred to as shared spaces.

When Eddie came by to pick you up, he just smiled seeing the two of you signing and chatting. He nodded when Nancy told him to bring you back by 11. His hand in yours he couldn't hurry you back to his place fast enough.

His lips on yours as soon as you were inside his front door. Then he wrapped his arms around you, as he pulled away he made a few more light pecks to your lips then held up a notepad with a sad face.

"Sarah, I have to run real quick. Hellfire business... I'll be back though, do you want to wait?" Was written on the paper. Eddie made a cheesy grin. It was all too much for you, but you nodded. He jumped up and down and then kissed you again.

He was out the door and you were left back in his room. Deciding to sit on his bed you tapped your fingers on your thighs. How long could he possibly be gone for?

Time crept by and I'd been sitting on Eddie's bed waiting for about a hour. If I had known it would be this long I would have just asked to go home. I don't like just sitting, the silence or unknown movements of the trailer were enough to cause you to be anxious.

I really wanted to see Eddie, so I decided to have a look around, not physically, that would be prying, but just with my eyes. I wanted so badly to be close to this boy, so I needed to know more about him.

I saw all the posters, the clothes scattered and most importantly was a shelf of books. The spines wore from use and you wondered what type of books your Eddie would read. You stand up and can feel your legs are numb from sitting still for as long as you had been.

You hobble over to the bookcase, this wasn't prying right? You begin to run your fingers over the titles of the books, you find there are titles including a lot of fantasy worlds, stopping at one in particular that was called the Hobbit. This book was more worn than the others and you could see coffee stains and even what looked like ash residue, he must love this one.

It wouldn't hurt to read while you waited. You pull the book off the shelf and make your way back to the spot you had been told not to move from. Laying down on your side, you start your journey....

They knew only too well that they would soon all have been dead, if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times. Some of them even got up and bowed right to the ground before him, though they fell over with the effort, and could not get on their legs again for some time. Knowing the truth about the vanishing did not lessen their opinion of Bilbo at all; for they saw that he had some wits, as well as luck and a magic ring—and all three are very useful possessions. In fact they praised him so much that Bilbo began to feel there really was something of a bold adventurer about himself after all, though he would have felt a lot bolder still, if there had been anything to eat.

You had been reading for a while, your head filled with this new world and your eyes danced about the words. You didn't feel sleepy but suddenly you feel a pair of hands, the light brushing of your hair and then as you open your eyes you see Eddie smiling, a look of concern on his face. You instinctively reach out and touch his lips with your fingertips, they are warm and it makes you smile. He just looks at you and then tilts his head to the book wrapped in your hands.

Eddie smirks and then places the book on the nightstand next to the bed, returning to look at you.

He slides next to you, laying himself so he is facing you. Your finger tips find his jawline, then run down to his neck, stopping to play with the ends of his hair. He smirks and just lets you continue. You slide slowly across his shoulder, the softness of his t-shirt against your skin was nice. As you get to where the sleeve meets skin you slip your finger between the fabric, feeling Eddie's warmth along with the softness.