Disrupt Me (Norman Reedus ff) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: Out Of Nowhere.

Chapter 2: Out Of Nowhere.

I exaggeratingly thumbed my bag onto the floor right as soon as I walked into the door. "Mother!" I called into the foyer, while shutting the heavy, metal screen door behind me. "Mom?" I called out again, my feet taking me into the kitchen.

To my surprise, my mom was stood in front of the sink, scrubbing off some potatoes. Once she heard me enter the kitchen, she lifted her gaze from the potato she was working on. "Oh, good afternoon, honey. How was work?"

"How was work." I simply stated, all of those aggravated feelings coming back. "I'm sure you would know." I tried my best to not show all of my irritation at once.

"I don't know why you assume I would know." Mom grinned, innocently, almost making it impossible for me to continue my anger. "Did anything interesting happen?"

"As a matter of fact.." I began, making eye contact with her for one second before sitting down on the bar stool that was sat at the kitchen counter. "You'll never believe who showed up at the diner today."

"Oh?" Her voice jumped, an eyebrow raising as she continued to scrub the potato that was in her hand. "And who would that be?"

"Norman." I replied. "Reedus. Norman Reedus, that is."

Mom looked rather amused as she set the very clean potato in a large plastic bowl to the right of her. "You mean that very handsome young man that skipped town to be an actor right before you two could let those sparks be flyin'?"

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I rolled my eyes. "Mother, there was nothin' goin' on between the two of us. We were nothin' but friends and that's all we ever would've been."

She shook her head in disbelief, casually moving around the counter to lean her elbows against the granite counter top. "That's not what I recall, hon."

This was the problem with being twenty-nine and still living with your mother. I had moved away for a year or two until my dad passed away. My brother, Brett, was living in Texas at the time, so that left me to be the only choice to move back home with mom so that I could take care of her and look after her.

"Whatever you recall ain't what I recall." I stood up from the bar stool. "If Norman shows up at the door again, tell him I'm out." I quickly made my way up to my bedroom.

Of course, I distinctly remembered exactly what my mother was referring to. Of course, I recalled exactly what she did. It's not like it mattered to me anymore. That was way too long ago and those feelings would never come back to me like they did then. It would never be that way.

I shoved my bedroom window open all the way, welcoming the little bit of a breeze that came through the screen. These summer days were always so hot- not that I terribly minded. I welcomed warm weather, mostly because that's what I was used to. I began to strip from my sweaty work clothes, and reaching into my dresser for cool, dry ones. A sigh fell from my lips as I pulled on the clothes, rethinking my run-in with Norman.

It wasn't that I wasn't happy to see him after so long.. He had been one of my closest friends, and I used to be able to trust him with anything. Mom was right, too; of course, I used to have feelings for him, but only because of how close we used to be. I had really liked the guy, but then he left for the movie business, and got a long-term girlfriend, and had a kid. Clearly, that was going to dull my feelings down a bit. He wasn't dating that woman now, he wasn't dating anybody, really, but that didn't mean I was going to let my hormones rage like a wild fire…

Was I…?

No. Fuck no. A thousand times no.

If he offered, I may take the opportunity, but I couldn't let anybody ever know about it. Especially my mother. She would have a really good time teasing me about it. But, I wouldn't have to be worrying about that anyways; because he would never even come close to suggesting that him and I do stuff like that… would he..?

Two loud knocks came from my bedroom door.

"Sweetie, you have a visitor."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me." I scoffed to myself.

I hadn't been home for more than ten minutes, and that annoying man had to follow me back home. How was this fair to me? But then again, when has he ever been fair towards me? He was nearly always teasing me from the very moment that we met. Whether it was about a band that I liked or anything really.

"Hon?" Mom called to me again from the other side of my shut door.

I sighed heavily. "I'm comin'!" I tried my best to reply in the nicest way possible. "Damnit." I whispered, opening my door and coming face to face with the man I was so against seeing right now.

His devilish smile, all sexy and rugged like I always remembered it to be, caught me off guard; the feelings from years ago all the sudden surged through me like a bolt of lightning. "Hello, there." Norman chuckled. "Did I disturb you?"

Pushing down all those feelings that were fighting their way to the front of my brain, I rolled my eyes, bringing back the anger I felt when he first left. "You know very well you're disturbin' me. Comin' all the way out here and tryin' to make it seem like nothin's changed?" I attempted to keep my voice low, knowing that mother was probably right around the corner, listening to every word we were exchanging. "You can't just do that to a person who…" I faded out my statement as soon as I realized what I was about to say; you can't just do that to a person who loved you so damn much!

He looked surprised, almost like he didn't expect for me to retaliate the way I did. "Well, Monika; look. I know what I did wasn't the best thing. I wanted to…" Norman chewed on his lip in deep thought, almost like he was rethinking what he was going to say. "I was just about to ask you to come with me… I was so close to askin' you." In disbelief, I looked up at him, hypnotized by his eyes. Something in them told me he was sincere. "But then, my manager told me it wasn't good for my image. I almost called the whole thing off; I decided it wasn't really worth losin' you. But then…" He paused. "But then you didn't seem to care when I left. You didn't seem to care."

When Norman explained this to me, my mind went into a daze; an intense, vivid memory of the day he told me he was leaving…

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LOL this is shortish but I'm excited because I'm finally getting into this to actually really continue this story. And putting this on a cliffhanger makes me want to continue as well, and seeing all the comments on the last chapter made me extra excited to post this. I hope people will still read this, because I really love writing it. And I love Norman so much lmao.

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