Changing Past

Chapter 4: Always remember

A couple of days after we ran into each other, I saw him again and we talked things out despite my plea to just continue to ignore one another. Long story short, we decided to keep our relationship civil. The time I spent with him was short, but when we hung out, I hate to admit it but I really had fun. The simple things strung many old memories that seemed to fade all the bad ones. One time, we saw a drive-in movie, and he took me out to dinner. Maybe he really had changed over the past few years. Even though a piece of me wanted to believe him, there was always that small part of my brain warning me against it. Like they always say, let old habits die hard.

On the other end, Luke and I were amazingly close in the short few weeks we had known each other, and I couldn't help but feel as though I had known him my entire life. I opened my door to find Luke standing there with a bouquet of white roses, still in his scrubs from shadowing at the nearby hospital.

"Happy Birthday!"

His smile radiated the entire room, and immediately after I sensed butterfly's in my stomach. He hugged me warmly with his arms around my waist, with his hands carefully placed above my butt to not exceed my comfort level.

I belted with excitement, "You remembered. You're the absolute best, I love them."

"Of course I remembered."

I felt every drop of blood in my body rush up to my cheeks, as I blushed heavily. He stared at me lovingly and his hands stayed put, while his eyes pierced at me from a close distance to where I could almost see his pupils dilate. We stayed there in the doorway not moving, with my bedroom door wide open, until Dani yelled, "When I say get a room I mean to close the door too!"

We broke out of our moment and laughed loudly. "So how's becoming a surgeon going?"

"You're not even going to let me come into your room?"

I tried to keep my face as straight as possible when I spoke.

"No. Now answer my question."

"It's going great. They say I'll be one of the best surgeons around."

"Yeah, they would probably be telling the truth if there was a surgeon that was meant to kill people actually existed."

His eyes widened when he had finally comprehended what I had said. He roughly pushed me through the door with his hands still around my waist and kicked it closed with his right foot. He lifted me over his shoulder and threw me on my small bed.

"You are so in for it if you don't put me down now!"

He gave me a teasing smile and jumped on top of me while smirking. "Now, what do you want for your birthday?"

I confidently used my smallness to push him aside, but he placed his dead weight on me.

"I want you," I paused, "to get off of me because your fat rolls are going to kill me. You're cutting off my air circulation. I thought you were a doctor. Aren't doctors supposed to heal and not kill?"

"I'm a surgeon, not a doctor, and I don't have fat rolls. These are all abs sweetheart. You can feel if you want."

"Nah, I'm good. I might throw up." I said confidently, as I raised my right hand in front of his face.

"That's rude you know. Putting your hand in someone's face."

The mood that previously filled the room was gone when his serious tone etched its way through the playful atmosphere.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not used to people doing that."

"What are you talking about? It was just a joke, I didn't mean-"