There's a Place For Us (Complete)

Part 37

II. A Test of True Love

(Part 37)

When Isabella woke up sometime late afternoon, she headed to the food store to pick up a few necessary items. The kitchen in her dorm was bare, and if she hoped to have an in-house meal she'd need some things you couldn't get from a little convenience store.

Her basket was overflowing with food. She stuck her hand into the refrigerated closet and pulled out a dozen eggs. She tried to stuff it in her too-full basket, but the rest of the food refused to allow another item in.

The eggs fell from the small, red basket, but was thankfully caught by a pair of hands. The hands were obviously that of a man, and Isabella's heart caught in her throat. What if it was Adam? She wasn't ready to face him yet!

When she looked up, she saw none other than charmer Jake. Isabella offered a smile, but was returned with a cold stare. Jake was always happy, always smiling; his remoteness kept Isabella silent. "You better make things right with my brother," he said to her. His eyes held onto hers and with his words, his lips barely moved. They were pulled into a thin line. "He cares about you more than anyone in this world ever will," he continued on. Jake shook his head, but it was more for his benefit than Isabella's. "I've told him to let you go, but he says he can't. Says you're like the moon; a part of you is always hidden. But it's a beautiful moon, you see. The kind that when you look up in the sky, all you want to do is rope it and take it for yourself." Jake handed the package of eggs back to Isabella, but he made sure that no part of his fingers accidentally touched hers. "Maybe you just don't see it Isabella...." He rolled his eyes and walked away. His posture and stride wasn't superior; it was a manner that made you want to listen. His aura left a mark of intelligence and love, but it really wasn't needed. Isabella had already made up her mind and no amount of talks or persuasion could change the decision she'd made.

Two days later was the day. Isabella threw out the pack of cigarettes and searched the back of her closet for any remains of the good old days. There was nothing.

Jake sat in the living room trying to figure out how to play a B flat chord on his bloody red electric guitar. The sound of the amplified music rang throughout the house. Adam was up in his room probably sulking about Isabella. The girl obviously had gotten over him, so now it was his turn to get over her.

A knock broke through the big house and Jake called up to Adam that he was busy. Adam quickly threw on a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt. His parents weren't home and he had spent most of the morning in his bed.

Once he looked somewhat presentable, or at least more presentable than him in boxers, he headed downstairs to answer the door.

Standing on the front porch of his house was Isabella. The real Isabella. She only wore lightly applied makeup and concealing clothing. She wore high waisted dark wash jeans with an orange, blue, and green floral patterned bodice tank top with a cream knit sweater over it. She accessorized with a chunky bracelet and wore braided leather sandals. She stared at him without saying a word. His face was masked with surprise. Since the fight they had had three days earlier, Adam hadn't expected to see her again. "Can I talk to you?" she asked quietly.

Jake stopped playing his guitar and called to Adam "who is it?" Adam turned his head in Jake's direction. Jake's eyebrows raised when he saw who was standing at the door. They seemed to say 'this is your chance. Call her off and tell her that all she's been doing it pushing you away, so you're going to do what she asks!'

Adam looked back at Isabella. Her eyes begged for just one chance. One conversation. But that was all Adam had been wanting too. Now was the moment of truth. Should he give her what she wants now or give her what she'd been asking for for the past month?