 |  | A Story Told - Chapter 2 |
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Sam had stopped her story, swallowing, her eyes full of a bittersweet happiness as the memories overwhelmed her. The priest laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, making her look up from her lap and glance at his face, her eyes quickly adverting their gaze from studying his facial features to look into his hazel eyes. "You know you don't have to continue right?" he asked her, thinking that maybe the woman sitting next to him felt obligated to continue the story she had started. "I know. I want to continue, though I haven't told the whole story to anyone yet. I think it will be good for me. You know, getting it out and venting or something like that." Sam said nodding at her own words, making the priest send her a gentle, sympathetic smile before removing his hand, laying it back in his other hand, playing with his ring, twisting it around on his finger. "So where was I?" Sam muttered to herself, inhaling deeply, trying to think of where she had come to in her story before continuing. "Ah, yes, we had just started flirting with each other! So I squeezed her hand and she looked down at our still intertwined hands..." * Glancing down at our still intertwined hands, a smile found it's way onto Amanda's face, cautiously curving her lips upwards, the small movement making a smile of it's own find a way onto my own face. "Clearly, she didn't know what she was doing, otherwise she wouldn't have let go of such and amazing and gorgeous woman." I said, making her smile widen and I found myself liking very much that I was the cause of something so beautiful as her smile. "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." she said in a jokingly matter and I stuck my tongue out at her to which she laughed, the sound melodic and from the very first moment, I loved it, just like her eyes where the first thing I fell in love with, her laugh followed quickly. * "Wait you fell in love with her that quickly?" the priest asked surprised, having not pecked the woman in front of him for the kind of person who believed in 'Love at first sight.' and much less one that had experienced it. "No." Sam dismissed simply, not elaborating and the priest didn't ask her any more questions on the matter knowing she wouldn't have answered them anyway, at least not at that time for she had decided that she would answer questions later, for now she would just tell the story. "A waitress approached the table..." * A waitress approached the table we where seated at, asking if we wanted anything and the green eyed woman seated next to me ordered a round of shots. I am still not sure what it was she ordered, but it was something I had never tasted before and never tasted since. "How old are you?" Amanda asked and I pretended to be both shocked and offended at her question. "Hasn’t your mom ever told you that you never ask a woman what her age is?" I joked and a flash of hurt passed over her face at the mention of her mom and she shook her head, telling me she hadn't before replying, "My mom died while giving birth to my little brother Carlos. I was one at the time." Immediately I felt bad and started apologizing, but she brushed it off, telling me I didn't know and that it was a long time ago, but I could tell it still hurt greatly. The mood had quickly turned somber and slightly awkward. I didn't know what to do, but luckily the waitress came back with our shots and I quickly thanked her before taking three of the shots while Amanda took the other three. The mood changed to a more comfortable one after we had downed our first shot together. The alcohol burned down my throat, a small smile grazed my lips at the familiar sensation and as the unfamiliar yet nice taste of a new mixture of alcohol danced around on my tongue. "To answer your earlier question I'm twenty-two. How old are you?" I asked, my voice loud, but I didn't have to shout like downstairs were the music was still loud and the bass still shook, making my body vibrate a little, but it was bearable and you didn't feel like you might go deaf any longer. "I'm twenty-three." her voice a lot louder than mine and since she had been in the club for a couple of hours longer than me. I nodded at her answer and sent her an awkward smile, not knowing what else to say to keep up conversation and instead downing my seconds shot, appreciating the way the alcohol loosened me up some more, making it easier to both strike up conversation and just keep the one we already had going. "You have a slight accent I noticed. Where are you from?" the green eyed woman asked me, making me smile slightly since not many people noticed my slight Texan accent, they still don't. "I'm from Texas. Where are you from?" * "You're from Texas?" the priest asked Sam, interrupting her story again, making her want to throw her head back and groan out loud in exasperation. "Firstly, stop interrupting my story! Secondly, yes." the brown eyed woman replied making the priest smile. "Cool, I'm from Texas too actually." he said and Sam looked at him in surprise, not hearing even a hint of a Texan accent, a silent question was evident in her eyes. "I moved from Texas to here when I was five, therefore I don't have an accent." Ethan said, answering her unasked question, making her nod before she shook her head, focusing back on the story she was telling. "She told me she was from..." * "I'm from all over the place." she said and I chuckled at her response, making her smile at me before she continued "I was born in L.A. but after my mom died and my father remarried and went into the military when I was five, we just kind of moved around so I don't really have a home city, or state even." she finished, sending me a happy smile, she had always been happy about moving, she liked change. "Your father remarried?" I asked and she nodded, confirming that I had heard her correctly. "How is your relationship with your step mother?" I asked, hoping I wasn't over stepping any boundaries or anything, turns out I wasn't and it turns out she really loved her step mother, she was like a real mother to her, or well, she suspected she was, seeing as she never really knew what it was like to have a real mother. We both took our last shot before moving out onto the dance floor, her a bit more tipsy than me because she drank the rest of my vodka tonic besides her shots and because she had already had a bit of alcohol before we met. We danced for some time, and at some point we started grinding, or well she started grinding on me. At that point I was to turned on and drunk to care that I shouldn't go home with a stranger, much less one that had just lost her girlfriend and wasn't looking for a commitment of any kind. Months later though, she made an exception for me, though saying she had never felt anything like it before and it was worth breaking her own rules for. * "Wait... So the night you guys met you went home with her and you guys had sex?" Ethan asked Sam who shook her head, confusing him because he was a hundred percent sure she had just told him she went home with Amanda, which she had done but they hadn't had sex that night. "But you just told me you went home with her even though you knew you shouldn't?" he questioned, the brunette confused. "I told her I went home with her though I shouldn't have, I didn't say we had sex." Sam clarified and his face lit up with an 'Oh!' expression, making her shake her head with a silent chuckle. "So if you didn't have sex when you went home with her, what did you do then?" the priest asked her and she smiled, thinking about how they had spent the night. "I was getting to it, if you hadn't interrupted me, you would have known by now. Anyways when we came back to her place..." * Both drunk we stumbled through her front door kissing, moaning, and giggling as we knocked a few things over in the attempt of shutting the front door, getting our shoes off and making our way to her bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, she grabbed my butt and gave it a gentle squeeze. I got her hint and jumped, wrapping my legs around her waist as she backed us up to her bed, falling down on it, me on top of her. "I don't think this is a good idea." she said panting as she broke away from the kiss. Just like her, I was also panting as I nodded and rolled off of her, laying myself next to her on the bed, we both just laid, consumed in our own thoughts, staring up at the ceiling for a couple of minutes. She rolled over facing me and I did the same and just like her, propped my head up with my elbow, there where only a couple of inches between us but we just smiled at each. Kissing her was the last thing on my mind in that moment, all I could think about was how gorgeously chaotic she looked right then and there, her lipstick smudged, hair messy and dress creeping up, almost allowing me to catch a glimpse of her underwear. I tell you now, never have I seen anything more beautiful. That one short moment we shared together? It was perfection, we felt infinite, like nothing could stop us, like everything was possible. She rolled onto her back again, giggling, and I looked at her, a smile still grazing my lips before rolling over so I was cuddled into her side, also giggling. To this day, I still don't know why it was so funny, there wasn't even anything to laugh at. I don't think we where laughing because we where drunk or because the situation was ridiculous or because we where crazy, I think we where laughing just because, and in that moment it seemed like a good enough reason. * "I don't get it. How can 'because' even be a reason?" Ethan questioned Sam, confusion clear as day showing both in his voice and on his face. "That's just it. You probably don't get it because you have never not had a reason to do anything. You have always had a purpose in everything you've done, therefore you will not get that 'because' is as good a reason as any." the brunette said and Ethan just furrowed his brows further, still not getting what she meant and she shook her head, a gentle chuckle escaping her slightly chapped lips. "Have you ever done something without having a reason to do it? Like have you ever done something that didn't have a purpose?" the brown eyed woman asked the priest, trying to explain it to him. "I don't think so. I mean, if there isn't a purpose in doing it, why do it in the first place?" the young man questioned her. "There's your problem as to why you don't understand. We laughed just because and there was no purpose to it and no reason behind it and that was enough, because we felt like we could conjure the world in that moment. There is no purpose to feeling like that and there is no reason behind it, it just happens sometimes and it can't be explained and it can't be used, that is why we laughed. You have never felt like that you have never felt infinite and therefore you cannot understand our reason, or rather lack of reason, for laughing." Sam finished, leaving the priest even more confused than before and she just sighed, shaking her head, giving up on trying to explain it to him and instead moved on, continuing the story she was telling. "When we had stopped laughing..." * When we had finally calmed down and stopped laughing, the infinite feeling together with the buzz the alcohol had given us disappeared and we suddenly felt the exhaustion take over and we both decided that I should stay the night since my house was more than thirty minutes away and I didn't have my car here and neither did she, seeing as we both took a cab to her house. Amanda had walked out of the room after finding some clothes for me to sleep in, telling me to change and that she would just use the guest room. I felt bad for making her change in the guest room seeing as I was the guest and this was her house, so I quickly changed out of the clothes and opened the door to tell her that she could come back in. After a couple of minutes, the green eyed beauty walked back into the room, this time in pajama shorts and a t-shir,t her face make-up free. I admired her natural beauty, not noticing her asking me a question, and I quickly shook myself out of my weird trance like state asking her what she had said, making her giggle at me before she answered my question. "I said do you want to sleep in here with me or in the guest room?" I blushed lightly at the question before answering 'here' and walking over to the bed and climbing into it, her following after me, pulling the cover's over both of us before turning the lights off and turning towards me, cuddling into my side and falling asleep in a matter of minutes. She was always quick to fall asleep unless something was bothering her or she was thinking really hard, then she was never able to sleep. * "You miss her greatly, don't you?" the priest asked, his voice still and sad on her behalf. Sam nodded, tears welling up in her eyes and she sniffled before talking, answering his question more properly than a nod of her head. "I miss her more than people could ever imagine. I don't think I even knew what love was before I met her." she said, biting back a sob at the end of her sentence as her tears were released from their hold, unable to keep it in anymore she started crying silently. Ethan didn't know what to do or say, so he did neither of them. Instead he just sat there waiting, knowing there was nothing else he could do and that she just needed to cry for a bit. When Sam was done crying and had dried her eyes, she cleared her throat, noticing that it had started dripping and she spoke up saying they should go inside somewhere and decided that since it was one in the afternoon by now, they might as well get lunch. They walked together in a comfortable silence towards Sam's black BMW, both in deep thought. Sam was thinking about the green eyed woman she had loved and lost and Ethan was thinking about the blue eyed blonde woman he had loved and lost not long ago himself. | ||||||||||||||
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