waiting

Amanda had had the worst Valentines day ever. Or so she thought. It had had such potential. She and Kyle were going to go out. He actually had a Saturday night off. It would be just perfect. However, Dylan got it in his head to make cabbage rolls, because his grandmother used to make them. It was the worst smell ever. Thus Amanda got really nausea. And kept throwing up long after the cabbage rolls were done. Now she'd ended up with a cold. And she absolutely felt she was in the state of tears. All she could manage the last few days were soup, and a few phone calls from Kyle.

Of course, it hadn't helped that her mother wasn't doing any better, either. She'd been at the hospital when she could. Just one more thing to keep her in the state of misery. True, she was in a state of heighten emotions. Everything seemed to be going wrong. Her zipper on her skirt had broke so she ended up in the nurses office at school. She just wanted to go home, but the nurse had to get a hold of her brother before this could happen.

When she got there she saw Doyle sitting there patiently waiting, too. It was just the two of them in the little closet of a room that separated them from the 'sick' room. She looked him in the eye. She didn't want too.

Her eyes flooded with moisture, immediately. He was the last person she expected. And she hated how he looked right through her. He wasn't going to speak to her. He wasn't.

She hated the fact that he was so pretty. She so wanted to deconstruct him. That perhaps he'd just tricked her mind, and his face might have a blemish of some kind. But no. He had a beautiful complexion. So golden. Not even pale. Yet it matched his pale hair all so well. And his lips so kind. She could clearly be just in lust with those kissable lips. Granted that she'd never kissed them before and never would. Hopefully, he was the worst kisser in the world.

He probably didn't even like girls. Maybe he did, but once she sat by him during orientation that changed everything. It was as if she'd done the unthinkable in the dark. The truth was Amanda hadn't thought at all. Yet now she was deep in thought. She thought of apologizing for the whole groping incident. But really, it was just as well to act as if it hadn't happened. Nothing had happened.

Yet she very clearly remembered her breath on his neck and the scent of his hair like a sugar cookie of some kind. And she nibbled his ear lobe and she knew. She knew very well that he'd wanted her when she gave him the hand job.

Amanda sniffed then. Her head full of congestion. She tried to suck the congestion in to breathe, but it made her gage and instantly, the throwing up reflex was there. Doyle reached for a trash can for her before it could spill down her cardigan and everywhere. He handed her a couple of tissues afterwards too.

He sat back down and watched her then as if she might croak on him if he didn't. Doyle noticed the pitcher of ice water and brought her a plastic cup of water.

"Thank-" It was hard to say anything to him. It would mean nothing, anyway. Since really it was nothing. Nothing between them. There never would be. And she was sure he knew. Somebody must have asked him or told him.

"So its true then." Doyle's words were hardly above a whisper.

"What?" Amanda swelled a bitter frown.

"Pregnant." She knew he hated the word and dreaded saying it by the look he gave her.

"No, I'm just getting fat." She sniffed.

He grinned then.

"I'm really sorry about your Mom."

She started to cry more when he said her name. He reached for more tissues.

The nurse called Doyle to tell him he could leave.

"You know, you're not like other girls, Amanda." He told her. "You know that, don't you?"

He left then. Her face was red as well as her eyes, puffy too. She felt quite miserable. She sat there alone, wondering what that meant.