Would You Look At The Time (Book One)

Goodbye for now

     I woke up in an empty bed. Our clothes had been thrown around my room and a smile spread across my tired freckled face as I remembered what had happened last night. I rolled out of bed and pulled on an old baggy shirt and my fuzzy pajama pants. I headed into the kitchen to find Sebastian trying to revive a burned omelet.
     "Turns out I don't really know how to cook," He said as he turned around and smiled at me. I giggled and took the pan from his hand. He grabbed my waist and stood behind me as I cracked a few more eggs into the pan.
     "Where did these eggs even come from?" I asked. My cabinets and refrigerator were rarely stocked with anything but cheap ramen and tea. In the past I needed to save up for more important things than luxurious food.
     "I drove to the grocery store early this morning, before you woke up so I could make you breakfast," I smiled and turned my head to kiss him. He let go of my waist and headed to go make tea on another counter. Finally, the eggs were done and we sat on the couch with tea and scrambled eggs with cheese and toast. After we ate we sipped at our tea and laughed at each others stupid 'knock knock' jokes. I was in love with Sebastian Stan. He pulled me into a kiss and I smiled. I was happy.
     "So, what's your favorite color?" He asked.
     "Blue," I replied.
     "Why?" He asked.
     "Because its the color of the ocean, which is the most mysterious place on Earth," He smiled and we sat cuddled up together for hours until my phone rang. I frowned and rolled off the couch searching for it. Finally, I found it and held it against my ear. "Hello?" I asked.
     "Hello, am I speaking to Nicole Bernard?" the voice from the other line asked. 
     "Yes,"
     "I was told to inform you of your father's condition," My father's condition? What did she mean? "Your father has cancer," I felt my legs give way and my body tumble to the ground.
     "My father...has cancer?"
     "I'm sorry. He is being held at The Burnham Hospital," Then, she hung up. Sebastian rushed to the kitchen to make sure I was okay. He pulled me into his arms as tears started rolling down my cheek.
     "My dad has cancer," I said. He didn't answer. He just held me in his arms for what seemed like hours. He smelled like Old Spice and a hint of cinnamon.

    "It's okay, I'm here. You're not alone," He said. He kissed my forehead and the tears rolled down my face faster.      

    "What am I going to do?" I said. He had his arms wrapped tightly around me and his chin was rested lightly on my head.

     "Do you want to see him?" He asked without pulling me out of his hug.

    "Yes," I said after thinking. I didn't necessarily hate my father, but he wasn't my favorite person in the world.

     "Than we will just have to go see him," Sebastian said. He grabbed his phone that was on the kitchen counter and dialed the Studio, not once loosening his grip on me. I heard him talk to them, but I couldn't hear their reply. After a few minutes of arguing he set the phone down and kissed my head once more. "They wont let me," He finally said.

     "What do you mean?" I asked. 

     "The agency wont let me go with you," He said. Then, there was silence. Neither of us spoke for awhile.

     "It's fine," I said after I stopped sobbing into his arm.

     "No, its not. I should be able to go with you," He said angrily. 

     "No really, its fine," I replied. I looked up into his light blue eyes. He tilted his head down and we stared into each others eyes for awhile. I now had a new reason why blue was my favorite color; Sebastian's eyes. They were always changing shades, but would never change the actual color. It fascinated me. His hair was ruffled, he must not have brushed it yet. It was sexy, and his defined jawline was even sexier. I could feel his muscles under my hand. I slowly stood on my tip toes and placed my lips on his. He kissed back, but not hard and deep like the previous times. He kissed me softly and gently but forceful enough to make sure I knew he wasn't blowing me off. 

      "I'm sorry," He said.

     "It's not your fault," I replied and kissed him lightly once more. I pulled away from his grasp and headed to my bedroom to pack. Three days of clothing: that's all I needed. I wouldn't stay any longer. After I had one more cup of tea and sat with Sebastian on the couch with our legs intertwined I headed out. He left a few minutes before I did and this time, we did not kiss, we hugged. He hugged me for awhile. It was a nice hug, the best I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. He hugged me tighter and then let go and walked down the street without saying a word. I got in to my car after that. I threw my suitcase into my trunk and drove off.

Hi guys! sorry this chapter was so short. but my creativity juices are not flowing at the moment!

I just wanted to make sure you guys knew I do not own marvel or sebastian stan (sadly) but Nicole is MINE!