| "Nick? Oh. Um, hi." Aimee sniffled, and wiped away a few tears. "Are you, uh, crying? Or something?" Nick asked, wondering why he was feeling so shy. "Not that it's any of my buisness or anything. I'm just, you know, uh, concerned?" The last phrase was a question, even though it was really more of a comment. Aimee didn't answer for a minute. "Just a little. I mean, I was crying a little. But it's okay, now." "What-what werer you crying about? If that's not to personal." Nick asked hesitantly. "I just," her voice cracked. "I just, I was thinking about that night, and everything, and. . . you didn't tell Brian, did you?" "Ofcourse not! I mean, I couldn't! Not after he-" Nick's face turned bright red, shocked and humiliated at what he'd almost let slip. "Nevermind." "Nick, I-" It was hard to hear Aimee through her tears. "Can we get together sometime? I mean, we should talk about this. Sometime. I need us to say something about it." "I was hoping you would. Why don't you come over now? We might as well get this over with." He said. "Okay." Aimee agreed, trying to hide how vastly disappointed she was in his not-so-enthused invitation. "Sure. I'll be over in a few minutes." She put the phone back in it's cradle, and stared at it for a minute, surpressing even more tears. "He doesn't love me." She whispered. "He just wanted sex. He doesn't care about me. Not at all." But she wasn't about to let Nick see that she was so upset. So she grabbed her car keys off her dresser, and walked out to her car. She drove the ten minutes to his house with her most up-beat album blasting from the car speakers. When she pulled into Nick's driveway, she examined her face in the mirror, making sure that all the mascara stains were gone. Then she got out of the car, and walked up to his door. He opened it before she even had a chance to knock. "Come on in." She followed him inside, taking in his cologne, which was applied just the slightest bit too heavily. But other than that, he was perfect. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a while wife beater, with a silver chian around his neck, and his hair was slicked back, only a small peice falling in his eyes. Nick led Aimee through the living room and into the kitchen, his cheeks reddening when he passed the spot on the floor where their little 'encounter' had taken place. "You want a Coke or something?" He opened the fridge, and took out two cold sodas. "Sure." Aimee said, looking shyly down at the table top. Nick handed her the soda, and they both sat there, mute, for what seemed like hours. "So, uh, about that night?" Nick started, playing with the tab of his pop. "Right. About that night." "We, uh, you know. I mean, did you, like, like it?" Aimee's face turned bright red. "Um, I, I don't know. I guess so." She took a deep breath, and prayed that he wouldn't be able to detect the lie. "It was just sex, you know." Nick felt his heart drop out of his chest and fall to the ground. 'Just sex'? Just sex?! After everything he'd been through since it happened? After all the emotions he was feeling whenever he thought about her? And all she could say was 'It was just sex'?! His faced colored. He knew the rational thing to do would be to tell her he felt the same way, that it meant nothing to him, and that it was 'just sex'. But somehow, he couldn't force himself to say those words. "No, I don't know." He snapped. "It wasn't just sex to me. It was a hell of a lot more. I thought you were a complete bitch, Aimee. But after that night, I understood how my best friend fell in love with you. Because now I've experianced it first hand! I'm in love with you." The last phrase burst from his mouth like a scream. Aimee sat rooted to her seat, her blue eyes opened in shock, and her mouth forming a tiny little 'o'. Nick was standing above her, looking even more shocked than Aimee at what he'd just said. Aimee stood up. Nick closed his eyes, expecting a slap in the face, or atleast a slight shove as she pushed him out of her way and walked to the door. But instead, he felt her arms around his neck. He opened his eyes, and saw her beautiful, sunkissed face leaning in closer to him. Her clear blue eyes were opened and looking, so innocently, into his. Her soft mouth was moving in to his. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear you say that." She whispered, then closed the distance between their lips with a kiss. "And you have no idea how much I've been thinking about you." Another soft, tender kiss. "I don't know how I feel about you. But it was so much more than just sex." That was all Nick needed to hear. He initiated their next kiss. "What are we doing?" He asked softly. Aimee looked up at him again. "I don't know. But it feels so right." Her eyes flooded with tears, but this time they weren't tears of sadness. Nick leaned down, and kissed the tears away. Aimee smiled up at him, and pulled her sweater over her head. Nick started to take off his, but first scooped her into his arms and carried her into his room. "We'll do it right this time." He told her, laying her on the bed. Then he kissed her one more time before they both lost control of their emotions, and welcomed in the afternoon with a soft, gentle dance that can only be preformed by two people who are, in fact, very much in love. |