Wednesday, September 22, 2010
don't call it a problem
"Definitely serious." He winced. Just when he thought this might be the end. It wasn't. Thanks to Eric. Evidently. He sighed then. "So I guess-"
"When? When can we get out of here?" She stared at him.
He looked at their little haven. He would miss it. He'd definitely put some blood and sweat in it. He'd hate to see it just fall apart then. He'd really hoped to put in some instillation in the place. If it could just be him, he'd still be here. But he couldn't be selfish like that. Now could he?
"Uh, I guess this week." He sighed, wishing she'd let go, but she hung on to him. Finally, she let go.
"Look, you just don't get it." She glared at him then. It was as if he'd been living in a different world from her, all summer. "You had your job. A real job. I- I had to put up with that old woman, all summer. She's crazy, Kyle. She is. You just don't want to believe that." She winced as she looked around the place too.
"I loved it here. I did. but if it could be some other place. You know. It was just weird, having to listen to her. All the time. I didn't know if she'd feed Rosie something she shouldn't have. I was doing my best. I was. I did." She was a bit teary eyed.
"I know. I'm sorry." He guessed he'd been wrong. He did want to keep bother Amber and Rosie safe. He knew Amber was great with Rosie. He did have to admit that he trusted Amber over Amanda when it came to Rosie. Yet, he guessed he had to get used to her clingy ways. Sometimes, he thought they were a little too close. Only, he'd never been this close to Amanda, who still remained a mystery to him. Amber did want to be with him. And he guessed he had to be happy about that. Even if it felt so rushed. He'd wanted to take this slow. Truth be told though, he didn't want to marry her. And he knew it wasn't her fault. But his. He'd have to tell her sometime, but not yet. Just not yet.