OK, weirding me out a bit here.
Around Thursday/Friday I wrote a bit where she refers to him continuously as "silly man" because he is, in fact, being ridiculously silly.
Sunday Mrs. NFB starts calling me silly man.
Coincidence? It would be if I'd been being particularly silly at the time.
Friday/Saturday I wrote a bit where she got a little tipsy by drinking a bottle and a half of wine with him, him taking the other half bottle. She's a little bit of a girl and he's a big guy. She got schnockered, he was pretty well off. She asked to lay down because she wasn't feeling well and wanted him there. He said OK cause they spent so much time in physical closeness it didn't bother him.
She went crazy and tried to jump him. Luckily for him, he's bigger and stronger. He managed to get away. He had to fight himself to do it, so wanting what she offered, but he did because he wouldn't take advantage of her.
Sunday night, Mrs. NFB finishes her bottle and says she wants to go lay down because she's not feeling so great and she wanted me there. She jumped me.
Not that I tried to fight her off very hard.
But you see what I'm gettin' at here?
I told her once she sobered up a bit and she said, "damn, you're gonna start thinking I'm reading that thing."
Except, I know she hasn't. At least, not that part. Not yet.
So then I had a crisis of faith. I told her not to let me go back to my office because the chances were high I'd just delete the whole fucking thing. Too many branchpoints started crossing in my mind. Too many questions.
Oh, it started simply enough. "Maybe they don't have to make it to that trip?"
Except, if I say that then there's at least a dozen, probably hundreds of other points where the story could turn. Which of those do I allow them to have their moment?
Her Sixteen, that date. She pushed him away. What if she hadn't?
His Seventeen, the date she gives him to try and make up for pushing him away. Does she follow through with the plan she had to really make it up to him?
The night he calls her after that terrible, terrible day. The night he tells her he'd like to have a moment with her, some bright spot in the day. She hangs up and is at his door before he has time to question why. Do the floodgates open? Or does she give him his moment, tell him he could have one any time he needs, and then walk away again?
Ten months apart, the only time apart in their entire lives. When she finally can't take it anymore and runs to him, does she tell him why? Does he tell her how damn hard it was to leave, despite the golden opportunity in front of him? Do they take their moment then?
First night she drinks a little too much with her new roomates and spills her guts about him. The next day the one roomate that actually seems to care talks with her, convinces her to go to him. Does she talk? Does she tell him? Or does her courage give out at the last second like it has so many times before?
The perfect symmetry of that date? Seven years passed between them, he sweeps her off her feet yet again. When he asks if there's anything else she wants that could make her night better, does she tell him?
That day she gave him to thank him for that amazing date. The moment alone on the ferris wheel, when she told him he'd handed her a fantasy, and she would love to have the chance to hand him one if he'd just tell her what he wanted. Would he tell her?
The blues club, her dedication gone wrong, her flipping out because the entire club thought they were together, and she didn't want him to feel trapped. Him calmly telling her he didn't care who thought what about them. Does he tell her why it doesn't bother him?
So many moments alone, talking, finding ways to drop subtle hints. Which hint is one too many?
"I'm glad I have better taste in men than my sister," and she plants a hesitant kiss on his cheek.
He smiles back at her warmly, "So, I'm men now?"
The story could come to fruition a thousand, a million different ways. But this ain't no choose your own adventure. It's a decision that needs to be made. If I let them make it, it would be sweet sixteen, their whole lives still ahead of them together. If I made the decision, it would be twenty-eight, that trip to her grandmother's funeral. I talked about, while a little schnicker-doodled with Mrs. NFB. She doesn't believe two people in love could hold it off that long. But then, she reminded me on our second date we were pawing each other like a couple of horny teenagers, so maybe we're not the best judges for that sort of thing.
Raised so close they almost feel they're brother and sister at times, the tension between these two is a little more understandable. But they aren't brother and sister, and the ties that pull them together won't leave the two alone. How long would they fight it? How long would they try to stop it?
I'm setting it aside for a day or maybe two. Not much more than that. Decisions need to be made. I think I'll finish the resolution point they've been hovering around over the last week. I'll let them have this moment. Then maybe I can set it aside and write the story I feel they deserve. Maybe all these flashbacks are the story that should be told? Maybe the resolution isn't as far away from them as I thought?
Or maybe I'm just still drunk.
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