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I can see that Isabel is blushing so deeply that she looks like someone painted her cheeks, and I allow myself an inner giggle. She got herself into this.
"FINE!If that will really make you feel better." She says, sounding completely calm and collected, even though she looks like she's going to faint. Well then. It will really make me feel better.
"There you go...happy now?" A moment later, there's a bra floating near my face, and I grin, happy that she's taking me so seriously.
"Well...I'm not wearing anything," I start, but the look on her face silences me. I don't want to take this too far. "Yes, I'm happy now." Then, still smiling as I back up out of splashing distance.
"To be honest, I just wanted to see if you'd do it. I wasn't mad or anything," I say with a snicker as I throw the bra onto the side of the pool deck. "And you totally came through." So, here we are, in a pool together, pretty much naked. God, if her mother saw her now she might chop my head off. And then hang it in the restaurant. So thank god she isn't here.
"It's more comfortable without that on anyway, isn't it?" I joke, motioning towards the bra as I move to the middle of the deep end, not tired. I've been swimming laps for years, so I don't tire easily.
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*Maria*
"Right then...I'll guard the door." He answers in a tone that says he is all business at this particular point and time. I laugh at his antics but peer nervously through the open door. Nothing yucky so far. Maybe I'm in the clear. "What do you need to get?" I grin at the question and answer ina sing song voice, "You'll see." Doing my best bond girl impression I state, "Cover me. I'm going in." I run through the door. I get to my room easy enough.
Finding my lyric book directly under my mattress where I left it I attempt to sneak out through the kitchen. The sight before me however is one that I will never be able to burn out of my memory. "Oh my God!" Kyle has Tess up on the countertop and they are doing things I don't even want to attempt to spell. "Um.. Sorry." With that I bolt and make it back to the front door in record time. "Oh my eyes!" I exclaim. Michael gives me an understanding look.
"I don't even want to talk about it." I state while shoving the book in his hands. "Here. Now let's get out of here." Jumping in the front seat I crank up the car and prepare to take us far far away from the scene that I just wittnessed. "Good lord I have to eat in there." I admonish with a sigh.
"Right then...I'll guard the door." He answers in a tone that says he is all business at this particular point and time. I laugh at his antics but peer nervously through the open door. Nothing yucky so far. Maybe I'm in the clear. "What do you need to get?" I grin at the question and answer ina sing song voice, "You'll see." Doing my best bond girl impression I state, "Cover me. I'm going in." I run through the door. I get to my room easy enough.
Finding my lyric book directly under my mattress where I left it I attempt to sneak out through the kitchen. The sight before me however is one that I will never be able to burn out of my memory. "Oh my God!" Kyle has Tess up on the countertop and they are doing things I don't even want to attempt to spell. "Um.. Sorry." With that I bolt and make it back to the front door in record time. "Oh my eyes!" I exclaim. Michael gives me an understanding look.
"I don't even want to talk about it." I state while shoving the book in his hands. "Here. Now let's get out of here." Jumping in the front seat I crank up the car and prepare to take us far far away from the scene that I just wittnessed. "Good lord I have to eat in there." I admonish with a sigh.
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"You'll see." Maria says all too cheery, and suddenly I'm suspicious...what on earth is she getting? Before I can persist and ask her again, she puts on a fake bond girl impression. "Cover me. I'm going in." Then she runs through the door and dissapears out of my line of view for like two minutes.
When she comes back, she's out of breath, and is saying "Oh my eyes!" like she's just seen something horrible. I shoot her an understanding, 'I warned you' look, and she says "I don't even want to talk about it," before shoving a notebook in my hands. Now, what is this?
I get in the car quickly, and Maria drives off like she's being chased, muttering "Good lord I have to eat in there." Well, that doesn't put a very good image in my head, so I open the notebook to the first page while she drives.
"Please don't tell me they were doing something unmentionable in the kitchen," I say slowly, shutting my eyes to block out the images before opening them to look at the book.
"Maria, what is this?" I ask carefully, and then I know. It's lyrics. I could tell because the writing and scratches, and the whole idea set up reminds me of my lyrics book. "Did you write these?" I ask, reading the first song, which sounds like something she may have written a few years ago, about her father. It seems sad, and I wonder how long she's been putting up with them and not talking about it.
"These are...really, really good."
"You'll see." Maria says all too cheery, and suddenly I'm suspicious...what on earth is she getting? Before I can persist and ask her again, she puts on a fake bond girl impression. "Cover me. I'm going in." Then she runs through the door and dissapears out of my line of view for like two minutes.
When she comes back, she's out of breath, and is saying "Oh my eyes!" like she's just seen something horrible. I shoot her an understanding, 'I warned you' look, and she says "I don't even want to talk about it," before shoving a notebook in my hands. Now, what is this?
I get in the car quickly, and Maria drives off like she's being chased, muttering "Good lord I have to eat in there." Well, that doesn't put a very good image in my head, so I open the notebook to the first page while she drives.
"Please don't tell me they were doing something unmentionable in the kitchen," I say slowly, shutting my eyes to block out the images before opening them to look at the book.
"Maria, what is this?" I ask carefully, and then I know. It's lyrics. I could tell because the writing and scratches, and the whole idea set up reminds me of my lyrics book. "Did you write these?" I ask, reading the first song, which sounds like something she may have written a few years ago, about her father. It seems sad, and I wonder how long she's been putting up with them and not talking about it.
"These are...really, really good."
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"Please don't tell me they were doing something unmentionable in the kitchen," He replies cautiously as he closes his eyes as if to block out whatever mentl imag he was conjuring. If only I could do that, but no. I still see them! Ugh, no amount of bleach is gonna sanatize that bar. That's it. I'm gonna have to move again. There's no way I can walk in there without seeing Kyle and Tess kissing, groping, and good lorg. I've got to stop with the thoughts. When I turn back to Michael he has reopened his eyes and is peering through m book with a new found look of interest.
Suddenly, I feel very shy. I mean yeah I trust Michael and I don't think he would ever laugh at my songs, but... I've never shown this book to anyone. My music is very private and personal to me and if he didn't like it... Well it would devastate me. It's so much of what I am and yet no one knows. I wanted to share that part of myself with him. I just hope he knows that I don't just shove my heart felt thoughts at anyone and say 'here these are now deal with it'
"Maria, what is this?" I don't answer him right away. Instead I stare directly at the roan and make no sudden movements. "Did you write these?" He reads the first page which I know which song is placed there by heart. It's 'Because of You' I wrote that about my dad about a year and a half ago. It's one of my best lyrically ,but I haven't been able to put a beat to it. No matter what I try it's too slow. I want a fast beat to pound out the words. "These are...really, really good."
He compliments and it is then that I turn to look at him. "Do you really think so?" I question a tad apprehensively. "I mean they are alright I guess." I state non chalantly like it's no big deal. "When you said you were really into music I thought you might like it." Yay he hasn't laughed or set me up fpr public mockery. Not that I think he would. Michael's not that kind of guy. He's better than most. Probably the best I've ever met.
"Please don't tell me they were doing something unmentionable in the kitchen," He replies cautiously as he closes his eyes as if to block out whatever mentl imag he was conjuring. If only I could do that, but no. I still see them! Ugh, no amount of bleach is gonna sanatize that bar. That's it. I'm gonna have to move again. There's no way I can walk in there without seeing Kyle and Tess kissing, groping, and good lorg. I've got to stop with the thoughts. When I turn back to Michael he has reopened his eyes and is peering through m book with a new found look of interest.
Suddenly, I feel very shy. I mean yeah I trust Michael and I don't think he would ever laugh at my songs, but... I've never shown this book to anyone. My music is very private and personal to me and if he didn't like it... Well it would devastate me. It's so much of what I am and yet no one knows. I wanted to share that part of myself with him. I just hope he knows that I don't just shove my heart felt thoughts at anyone and say 'here these are now deal with it'
"Maria, what is this?" I don't answer him right away. Instead I stare directly at the roan and make no sudden movements. "Did you write these?" He reads the first page which I know which song is placed there by heart. It's 'Because of You' I wrote that about my dad about a year and a half ago. It's one of my best lyrically ,but I haven't been able to put a beat to it. No matter what I try it's too slow. I want a fast beat to pound out the words. "These are...really, really good."
He compliments and it is then that I turn to look at him. "Do you really think so?" I question a tad apprehensively. "I mean they are alright I guess." I state non chalantly like it's no big deal. "When you said you were really into music I thought you might like it." Yay he hasn't laughed or set me up fpr public mockery. Not that I think he would. Michael's not that kind of guy. He's better than most. Probably the best I've ever met.
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Kyle's hands slid under my shirt and I sigh. My hands caress his neck and pull him closer as I slid my tongue in and out of his mouth mimiking what I'd love to be doing with our lower bodies right now, god! I must be coming off as such a whore right now but Kyle just seems to set my alight and I can't smother the flames.
"Oh my God!" My head shoots up at the sound of Maria's voice and my eyes widen at the sight she must be seeing. "Um.. Sorry."my face turns red as she turns and leaves and I burst into giggles. "It's not funny, I don't know why Im laughing" Shoving my face into the crook of Kyle's neck I attempt to smother the giggles.
Kyle's hands slid under my shirt and I sigh. My hands caress his neck and pull him closer as I slid my tongue in and out of his mouth mimiking what I'd love to be doing with our lower bodies right now, god! I must be coming off as such a whore right now but Kyle just seems to set my alight and I can't smother the flames.
"Oh my God!" My head shoots up at the sound of Maria's voice and my eyes widen at the sight she must be seeing. "Um.. Sorry."my face turns red as she turns and leaves and I burst into giggles. "It's not funny, I don't know why Im laughing" Shoving my face into the crook of Kyle's neck I attempt to smother the giggles.
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"Do you really think so? I mean they are alright I guess. When you said you were really into music I thought you might like it." She says, turning to me and trying to play it off nonchalantly.
"Yeah, I really think so," I say, flipping to the next page. "You...it sounds like you put a lot of emotion into your song writing." I continue flipping through the pages, reading several of the songs.
"Have you ever put any of these to music?" I ask, as we turn down my road. "Because these are great."
"Do you really think so? I mean they are alright I guess. When you said you were really into music I thought you might like it." She says, turning to me and trying to play it off nonchalantly.
"Yeah, I really think so," I say, flipping to the next page. "You...it sounds like you put a lot of emotion into your song writing." I continue flipping through the pages, reading several of the songs.
"Have you ever put any of these to music?" I ask, as we turn down my road. "Because these are great."
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"Yeah, I really think so," He assures me as he turns to the next page. That one is 'Breakway'. I know the pages by heart. "You...it sounds like you put a lot of emotion into your song writing." He continues to read over my lyrics and I feel a small burst of pride that he is honestly taking an interest in my work. It doesn't appear as if he's just trying to be polite. He seems genuinely amazed. Wow, didn't think i could possible like him more ,but he just keeps surprising me.
"Have you ever put any of these to music?" He questions as we turn down his road. I simply shake my head no while he admonishes, "Because these are great." I smile happily at his judgement and decide to open up to him... just a bit. "Thanks. No I've never been able to for some reason. I get a good general idea for how I want the composition to go ,but then when I put it together it sounds funny." I admit the problem that has had me puzzled.
" I just don't think I partner well. There's very few people I can trust with my work." I reveal turning to meet his eyes for a moment. "You should feel special. I have never let anyone read my lyrics book." I tease turning my attention back to the road.
"Yeah, I really think so," He assures me as he turns to the next page. That one is 'Breakway'. I know the pages by heart. "You...it sounds like you put a lot of emotion into your song writing." He continues to read over my lyrics and I feel a small burst of pride that he is honestly taking an interest in my work. It doesn't appear as if he's just trying to be polite. He seems genuinely amazed. Wow, didn't think i could possible like him more ,but he just keeps surprising me.
"Have you ever put any of these to music?" He questions as we turn down his road. I simply shake my head no while he admonishes, "Because these are great." I smile happily at his judgement and decide to open up to him... just a bit. "Thanks. No I've never been able to for some reason. I get a good general idea for how I want the composition to go ,but then when I put it together it sounds funny." I admit the problem that has had me puzzled.
" I just don't think I partner well. There's very few people I can trust with my work." I reveal turning to meet his eyes for a moment. "You should feel special. I have never let anyone read my lyrics book." I tease turning my attention back to the road.
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"Thanks. No I've never been able to for some reason. I get a good general idea for how I want the composition to go ,but then when I put it together it sounds funny." She says, and my mind fills wih ideas. We could work together, I could play the music, maybe, once she's more comfortable with it, we could add Alex and the band into the mix.
" I just don't think I partner well. There's very few people I can trust with my work. You should feel special. I have never let anyone read my lyrics book." She says, and though my ideas float away, I do still feel special.
"It means a lot that you trust me like that," I say quietly, shutting the book. I don't want to sound all sappy, but it's true. I point out my house again, even though she's been there before, and then continue. "Thank you for letting me see it."
"Thanks. No I've never been able to for some reason. I get a good general idea for how I want the composition to go ,but then when I put it together it sounds funny." She says, and my mind fills wih ideas. We could work together, I could play the music, maybe, once she's more comfortable with it, we could add Alex and the band into the mix.
" I just don't think I partner well. There's very few people I can trust with my work. You should feel special. I have never let anyone read my lyrics book." She says, and though my ideas float away, I do still feel special.
"It means a lot that you trust me like that," I say quietly, shutting the book. I don't want to sound all sappy, but it's true. I point out my house again, even though she's been there before, and then continue. "Thank you for letting me see it."
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