*Desmond's POV*
I'm still thinking about the way Natalie hugged me today, the way she helped me calm down. But then she barely made eye contact with me. As we drive back to the station I'm nervous about the weather, I can see the line on the roadside, at the very least.
When we're finally back in the station and prepping gear I get a call from Babs.
"Babs, everything okay?" I ask. Normally she only calls me when something happens, which is never.
"Listen, kid, I don't know what happened to you and Natalie but I need you to fix it. I just got home from the supermarket, I said 'hello' to her and the poor girl just started crying, I mean she's just a mess right now. I'm making lasagna."
Shit. Her making lasagna is code for 'it needs to get fixed, I don't care how, but food is a start.'
"She's taking care of her father and now she started this new job, she needs help Desi."
"Babs, listen, I'm doing the best I can, she's not answering my texts."
"Text?" She scoffs, "You don't call girls anymore? Did you get her flowers? Chocolates? Anything? Hello?" I can hear her agitation on the other line, "I thought I raised you better than this."
"You did, Babs, it's just, I've never sent a girl flowers. I'll get on this. Um, what should I send?"
Babs lets out a groan of frustration, "You've been her friend all this time and you don't know what kind of flowers she likes? At this point maybe you don't deserve her."
"Babs-" I say.
"Save it, Desi. I know you're working, so I'll talk to you when you come home on Wednesday. I love you."
The phone hangs up and I chide myself. She's right, I don't even know what kind of flowers she likes. Maybe if I send flowers we can talk. If we can talk, I'll do as she asks. Just friends, even if it kills me. Aeron's her friend, and they used to date.
He's right where I am though, Natalie could easily have him if she wanted. I've seen the way they talk to each other, the way he touches her. I shake my head, it's worth a shot. I have to fix this somehow.
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Logan
Roman d'amour"My sister loved you. Probably still does. But I don't know if you can fix your fuck up this time." ***Notice*** I do, on occasion during this story, use lyrics to songs. I do not, and will never, claim to own any part of these. All credit goes to...
