Finally Soulmates

Part 12

Kelson drove on and on, Lindsey in the passenger seat, she fell asleep, and on until he felt it was right. He drove until he felt it was right to stop. Basically he just tried to get lost. Nobody seemed to care as of right now. The paved road turned into more of a dirt road, then he saw the perfect place to stop. He pulled over and stopped his car, turning off the engine and waking up the lightly sleeping Lindsey. "We're here."

She looked up and smiled, "Finally." She mumbled.

He walked out and opened her door, then opened the trunk of the car and pulled out the basket and blanket. The snow had melted more here so it would be warmer, and the sun was shining, making the white ground sparkle with delight. Lindsey pulled her jacket closer to herself as if that was going to make her warmer, but didn't do much. Kelson set out the blanket on a patch of solid snow but not quite ice, then sat down, and Lindsey followed his motions.

"Remind me again why I let you take me on a picnic in the winter," she stated with a laugh.

"Remind me again why I ever thought of this," Kelson returned the laugh.

"So it's your fault," Lindsey teased.

"I admit, it was my fault," Kelson looked at the blanket he was sitting on, while raising his arms in a surrender position.

"Yes, it was," She reached over and shoved him gently but since he didn't expect it, he fell backwards.

"Okay, let's eat," Kelson changed the subject, pulling out two Spicy Italian sandwiches and handing one to Lindsey who smiled.

"How'd you know?" Lindsey asked.

"Lucky guess," Kelson shrugged.

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Tara woke up in an unrecognizable room, it was blue and mellow and nerdy stuff was everywhere. All besides a poster signed by a band Tara didn't recognize. Not that she cared, music wasn't her life, law was and she wanted back in.

She stood up, not caring about the way that she looked, and then walked out of the room, down a set of short stairs and hearing some quiet singing that was beautiful to her, indescribably beautiful and without a source. She tried to find it, but that seemed impossible. Rather than search for the source, she searched for the kitchen. She found it after turning a corner and blinking a couple times while trying to focus on the clock. The time read 6:03 PM, she felt horrible and sat down on the nearest chair, her hands covering her eyes as she felt a headache build up. She groaned in pain.

"I see you're up," a familiar voice spoke, Tara looked up. It was only Scott.

"You-" She stood up and lost balance quickly, "You are avoiding my sister." It came out slightly slurred, great, now they'll think she was drunk.

"Come with me," He grabbed her arm and let her lean on him as they walked to another room. The bathroom.

"Th-this is awkward," she mumbled.

"Nope, you're in need of help," he answered.

"Mmnotdrunk," she slurred again.

"Nope, but when you're sleep deprived, you really act it," Scott answered, "Besides, I'm not going to make you vomit, you can do that yourself." He gently took out some make up wipes from the cupboard and started to clean her face. "Your sister, Tasha, she's beautiful, she's my soulmate, she's amazing, but the wedding-"

"Now don't you go blaming the wedding," she grabbed his wrist as she said that.

"I don't want to insult her, especially in front of you, it's not right to be rude to the family about the one you belong with." Scott answered.

"What in the world do you think I've been doing my whole life?" Tara looked him in the eye and let go of his wrist.

"She's demanding, and rude, and clingy, if she saw me with you she would freak," Scott explained, "we kind of had an argument and I walked away, I'm not ready to go back yet."

"Like that?" Tara pointed to the door. Tasha was standing there.

"What are you doing, Scott?" Tasha asked quietly.

"I was just-"

"I don't want to hear it, leave me alone." She ran off.

"See what I mean?" Scott asked, handing the makeup wipe to Tara.

"She's always been dramatic, let me talk to her. However, you need to listen to me when I say that you both need to talk this out." Tara stood up and walked after her sister. "Tasha?"

"No, it's Benny, but you better catch her before she kisses your boyfriend." Benny answered  from behind a closed door.

"Benny, shut it for once, okay?" Tara answered.

"Fine, but go find James, okay?" Benny suggested.

Tara walked around the maze of the house calling out Tasha's name, suspecting that she hadn't left. Benny was probably right, Tasha was probably trying to get revenge and doing whatever to James. Tara wouldn't allow her sister to do that. That would hurt everyone.

"Tasha," she sighed, when she found her sitting in the kitchen.

"He's not ready to come to me, he's been avoiding me, for you," she glared her best, but never in her whole life has she been able to stare Tara down for more than a few seconds.

"No, he only talks to me," Tara sat down next to her.

"Then what were you doing in the bathroom with him alone?" Tasha asked, now glaring at the floor.

"I just woke up, apparently I'm still wearing make up and since I just woke up, I was acting as though I was drunk, so he was just trying to help." Tara explained.

"I feel like you're not telling me the truth," Tasha mumbled.

"Don't you get it? He walked away before I came! He wants somebody to listen to him and understand, I was there! You feel like I'm not telling the truth because you don't want to accept the truth with the drama queen you are! You don't want to accept the truth which is that you're clingy and annoying and he needed a break! Can't you face that?" Tara asked angrily, "Tasha, you hurt him first, now talk it out and compromise, because it's not just you, it's him and you both need to improve your attitudes."

"But-"

"No buts, go and talk it out," Tara demanded. She watched as Tasha walked out of the room. Then it hit her, Tasha actually listened to her.

"You could be a marriage lawyer," a voice startled her.

"James," She greeted.

"Come on, let's get that make up off," James and Tara walked back to the barely vacated bathroom.