Authors: Shelly Crane
But the most important thing I saw was that he loved me.
He had no intentions of telling me because he thought I’d freak and think it was way too soon. But what he didn’t understand is that
I did
. I understood how crazy and unconventional this all was but we were bound together and I wasn’t scared anymore. That could not be denied. And though I didn’t know him that well, something in me did. It recognized him and chose him as he chose me because we were meant for each other.
And I loved him too.
His eyes went wide at my thought. I didn’t say it out loud, nor did he, but there it was and I didn’t think I’d ever seen a bigger smile on his face.
He pulled my face close, his fingers bunched in my hair.
“Maggie,” he sighed.
“You didn’t take my choices away. And Chad and I were never meant to be together. You and I are,” I insisted. “And I’ve set the pace now. You don’t have to wait for me anymore,” I whispered teasingly and smiled.
He wasted no time in pulling me the small space between us and letting me feel just how he felt about that. We kept the connection between our minds open directly as he kissed me sweetly. Usually I caught glimpses and flashes involuntarily but when we focused on keeping the wall down completely it was a tidal wave of emotions and thoughts.
I didn’t lie back this time, knowing how intense everything was. But I did push myself to the edge of the bed and let him kiss me senseless as his arms enveloped me tight and warm, him still on his knees in between mine. And he was a perfect gentleman. Well...about as gentlemanly as one can be with their mouth devouring someone else’s. His hands didn’t try to wander to places they shouldn’t though in his mind he wanted to. His body so wanted to.
He was also embarrassed by that but I made sure he knew I wanted him to want me. That I wanted him. That was the point, wasn’t it? The thing I never had with Chad, he didn’t want me physically, sexually or long term relationship wise until he knew he couldn’t have me. And to be honest, apparently neither did I. I wanted someone to want me in all ways and someone who I wanted the same in return. And I’d found him.
His hands on my hips flexed once, reminding me that it was late and it had been a pretty intense and emotional night already. So I pulled back easily. While we caught our breath I kissed him once more before shifting back to crawl towards my pillow and then threw the blanket back.
I nodded my head towards me for him to come.
He chuckled as he stood and shucked his shirt. I’m sure my eyes bulged but I kept it together mostly. It was awfully nice under that shirt. He had a tattoo of a hollow green star on one shoulder and an armband of black swirl filigree on the other. I recognized it as the design on the gate of his house.
He turned the lamp off and I heard rustling of fabric so I assumed he was putting on sleep clothes. Then the bed ducked and he climbed in beside me.
I hesitated for only a second. Even Chad and I had never slept together, even only to sleep. I tentatively reached over and my hand brushed soft t-shirt and hard skin underneath. He didn’t hesitate however. He pulled me right to his chest.
I saw a blue screen in the dark.
“Setting my cell alarm to vibrate so I’m out of here before your dad tries to come in,” he explained.
“Good idea. Plus I’m working tomorrow.”
“How long is your shift?”
“11:00 to 7:00.”
“Ouch. Ok. I guess I’ll head over tomorrow night after your dad goes to bed. I have to go to my dad’s tomorrow night and go over some things with him and some of my uncles, important family stuff. But I promise I’ll come as soon as I’m done.”
“This will be the longest we’ve been without each other,” I mused, already feeling the sting of our imprints being apart.
“Yeah. You gonna be ok? I can stop by your work maybe before I head to dad’s?”
“Nah, I’ll be ok. We need to try to make it work anyway, right? We can’t spend every second together, especially when you go back to school. It’ll probably be easier to wean ourselves,” I said lamely and grimaced in the dark at my wording.
“But I so don’t want to wean myself,” he said as he nuzzled my ear making me giggle.
“Me either but we need to. This’ll be good practice.”
“Yeah. Ok. Just remember, if it gets too bad just call me in your mind. If your body is distressed, I can hear you anyway and I’ll come running.”
“I know, thank you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but what about me,” he said and I could see his grin in the streetlight haze from the window.
“You’ll be fine too,” I assured and smiled up at him.
He kissed the end of my nose.
“I guess. But I’m always here for you. Even if I’m not here, I’m always tuned into you” he poked my chest gently “in here.”
“Yeah,” I said and tried to keep the pout out of my voice at the thought of not seeing him until tomorrow night. “Night, Caleb.”
“Night, Maggie.”
Then he took my hand and laid it over his heart, his hand on top, rubbing circles over my knuckles, and I felt the beats of our hearts pounding together under my palm as I fell asleep.
That morning I woke rested. Completely rested and feeling great. I didn’t feel the need to stretch or rub my eyes or lay there and adjust. When I woke, I was alert instantly. I thought I felt awesome after our nap yesterday but no, this morning was the epitome of a good nights rest.
Even Caleb seemed to be extra peppy.
I got up with him as he pulled his jeans on over his sleep pants and then changed his shirt. If I had a slow motion button I would’ve pressed it while Caleb pulled his shirt over his head. I bit my lip and watched intensely from my closet door. He smiled and shook his head reading my thoughts or feelings but kissed me chastely and told me I’d better watch it if I wanted him to ever leave. I just giggled while he lifted the window.
When he started to climb out he once again turned to me. I’m not sure who needed help being released this time but we both just kinda erupted with it. He grabbed my face and I grabbed his shirt front and we both assured each other we’d see the other tonight that everything would be fine and they’d be missed. Then he kissed me again and practically shot himself out of the window and down the roof to the drainpipe. My body was already protesting a little at the distance, telling me I was going to need his touch sooner than I thought.
I watched and after one final wave as I lost sight of him after he left my yard. I went to unlock my door and got dressed. My uniform was a little dress with pockets and a half apron. My name tag read ‘Sweet Pea’. The uniform was a little short but the owners wanted us all to wear white footless leggings underneath. It was kinda cute actually but without the leggings would have been borderline skanky dirty bar waitress.
So I got dressed. By this time it was almost 10:00. Caleb had left at nine. My dad never got out of bed before then with this job, his shift didn’t start til 11:00, so it was perfect for him. My shifts used to be at night but they changed my schedule since I graduated.
So I went downstairs for breakfast which consisted of coffee and French vanilla creamer, which my dad had already placed in my travel mug for me. He hadn’t done that since the ‘event’.
Then dad came back down and we talked for a few minutes about work and schedules and dinner plans. Then he actually picked up the paper to read it. He hadn’t done that since the ‘event’. Now that things were back to normal, that’s what I planned on calling it: the ‘event’.
I kinda felt proud that I brought him out of his funk, even if it was involuntary. He had reason to come back around to his old self, all because I was dating a new guy. Weird but I liked it all the same.
After our completely normal morning, I kissed his cheek and thanked him for the coffee. He said ‘bye, baby girl’ which I’ve missed so much it clogged my throat with tears at knowing he was really back. Some girls might not like being called baby, especially by their father, but now, after everything that happened, I wanted it something fierce. It stood for something and the fact that he hasn’t called me that since last summer and now just throws it around just like he always used to means that whatever had happened to him was serious. He really wasn’t here and now he was back to normal, with all his old habits routine for him again.
So, there I was, heading into work. The five block walk in the mid morning is warm but not unbearably so yet. I passed a couple kids from school as they come bustling out of the coffee shop, giggling and holding each others’ arms.
“Hey, Maggie,” a girl I thinks name is Leslie called out.
“Hey,” I return but don’t stop.
“What are you doing this summer?”
They fell into step beside me as I continued to walk on. They were both the grade below me, the grade I was in until I was stepped up from eighth grade to ninth.
“Um. Right now I’m just working. Uh, college maybe in a couple months.”
“Where you headed? You following Chad to Florida?”
“Uh, no.”
“Oh.” She seemed perplexed by that. “Well, where are you going?”
“Tennessee maybe.”
If only Caleb could hear me now. He would be grinning like a fool.
“Really. Why not Florida? I bet you could get Chad back if you went there.”
“I don’t want Chad back,” I snapped but sighed. “Sorry. Look, Leslie?” She nodded. “Chad and I haven’t dated for almost a year now. I have no intentions of getting back with him.”
“Aww. That’s so sad,” she crooned. “You guys were so cute together.”
Thankfully, we came upon the diner, The 25 Hour Skillet. I turned to them and tried for a smile.
“Alright, I gotta go to work. Nice seeing you.”
“You too. See ya.”
They waved and walked on and I turned into the revolving door and went inside. It felt like forever since I’d been here but the familiar warm air filled with the smell of home made steak fries was as familiar as anything else in my life.
“Hey,” Big John shouted over the sizzle of something on the grill. “Cutting it close. You think just because you’re so smart and you graduated you can be late anytime you want now? Is that it?” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him and he grinned. “Get over here pretty girl and give you’re ol’ boss a hug.”
I grinned too and ran behind the counter as he came from behind the grill and met me half way. He lifted my feet from the floor and squeezed me tight.
“Aww.” I heard from behind me. When he put me down I turned to see Smarty, the bosses’ wife and head waitress, holding her order pad against her chest with her pen in her hair. “Our little girl is all grown up.”
I hugged her too.
“Oh, come on. It’s no big deal. People graduate all the time,” I insisted.
“It is a big deal!” Big John said and grabbed something from under the register. He lifted it to my fingers, a small box. “Here, Sweet Pea. We got you a little something. We would have loved to have been there but you know the grill never stops here.”
“You didn’t have to do this.” I smiled at him and took it. I opened it slowly as Smarty and another waitress, Mena Bena, came closer to watch. I gasped. It was a little silver charm bracelet with a star charm already in place. The card underneath said ‘We know we can’t keep your forever but we cherish you while we have you. Anywhere you go, whatever you do, you’ll be a star. We love you, The 25 Hour Crew.’
The tears streamed down my face in record time. Smarty grabbed me into a warm hug.
“Aww Sweetie,” she crooned.
“Thank you guys,” I squeaked out. “This means a lot to me. Really.”
“No sweat. It’s not much but we wanted to do something for you,” Big John said from behind me. He patted my back and went back to the grill. “So, how’s your dad taking all this?”
I pulled myself from Smarty’s grip and wiped my eyes as Mena put her arm around me.
“He’s actually...I don’t know. He had some kinda breakthrough or something. He’s almost back to his old self.”
“Really,” Mena said beside me. “Well, that’s great, honey.”
“Yeah. It is.”
I looked at them. Big John, I’m sure you can understand why he’s called that. He’s big and his name is...you guessed it. He’s the owner and the best boss anyone could ever have, I might add. He’s about forty five, bald, six seven and about two hundred seventy five pounds on him. So, big. His wife Smarty, her real name is Alice but we all go by nicknames that Big John gives us so as to ward off stalkers. I think John just likes the feel it gives the place. She’s about thirty five and a slim as a woman can be without being gross. Her blonde hair is always in a ponytail and she’s the sweetest thing.
They both treat me like a daughter and since I started working here right after both my parents abandoned ship, it was a perfect arrangement.
And then they’re a few other waitresses that work here as well. Mena Bena, Rock Steady and Little Mama and another then another cook, Slim. I’ve never had any other job so I don’t know what it’s like anywhere else but, as much as I hear people complain it can’t be like this place.