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Unfortunately, this story is coming to a close. Maybe one or two more parts plus an epilouge. I need to spread my wings, and this is just about where I need it.
Thanks to all the CC creators, and to the wonderful story writers here on TSR that inspire me, keep me writing, and overall teach me how to write better. Let's go!
Thanks to all the CC creators, and to the wonderful story writers here on TSR that inspire me, keep me writing, and overall teach me how to write better. Let's go! Months pass. Before long, Carter and I become fast friends. I'm amazed to think of how far we have come in our friendship. We used to practically hate each other, but now, well, it's different.
We haven't progressed so much on the romantic side of things mind you, but as Carter said, we'll take things as they come. For now, we're okay where we are.
Well, relationship-wise anyway. The fact is, winter is fast approaching, and we're all a little stir-crazy. Call me a snow-bird, but I'm not so fond of the snow. At least the cold; the white stuff ain't so bad. But I bet you can imagine how surprised and ecstatic I am when Dad comes in the room one afternoon and asks, "Have you told them yet?"
My mom looks sheepish and I study her. "Told us what?" I ask. "Well, we've been planning a little vacation. To Twikki Island." My jaw dropped.
"Are you kidding?" I exclaim.
"Nope," Dad says, grinning. "Awesome!" Laura cries. We all break into excited chatter, trying already to plan our days and listing the sites we want to see.
"Hold it!" Carter says, holding up his hand like a traffic officer. "When are we leaving?" "Next week. Bright and early Saturday morning."
The week flies by in a blur of packing, planning and excitement. Sitting through school all day is torture. But Saturday finally comes, and we all pile into the airport shuttle. As soon as we arrive, I throw on my beach clothes and boot it to the waves. I plop down and stare, mesmerized by the constant swelling and crashing. I find myself in a sort of trance, completely unaware of everything except the water. Well, and one other thing. "Mind if I join you?" Carter's voice breaks into my fog. Flustered, I nod and pat the sand beside me. He sinks to a sitting position. We sit there, silently, enjoying each other's company and the breeze off of the ocean. I am all too aware of his presence, and I wonder if this sensation will ever go away. "Carter, you know I'd never make you answer something you didn't want to answer, right?" I ask, tentitavely. He nods, glancing at me questioningly.
I sigh. I have to ask, this is burning me up. "You won't get mad, right?"
He smiles gently. "No, I won't Fawn. Now spit it out!"
"Well, you see, I was wondering," I pause. "What was your mother like?" It comes out in a rush. I watch, wincing slightly, waiting for his reaction. He sits forward, and his easygoing smile from earlier dissapears.
Oh, I've really done it now, I think.
"Hey look, I'm sorry, if you don't want to answer," I begin, even more flustered than before. "No, no, it's okay. Your question just caught me off guard I suppose." He breathes in deeply and swallows hard. I can tell this is hard for him to think about. "What was she like?" His voice trails off. He leans back again, staring at the sand thoughtfully. "Well, she was the nicest woman I ever knew. You and Laura are pretty close, but my mom set a pretty high standard. " I smile. "She was pretty, beautiful even. She had this air of, confidence I guess. Not arrogance, but just a sense that she knew what she was doing and wasn't going to be deterred. Some may have called her overly serious, but they didn't see her like I did. I saw her as the woman dancing in the kitchen, reading to us, tucking us in. She loved us, she really did." I close my eyes, saddened by the things Carter was telling me. Yet I feel honoured that he considers me worthy of hearing his deep feelings. "And she loved surprises." He continues. "Both other people surprising her, or getting the chance to surprise others. She really lived for the moment and wasn't afraid to be spontaneous." He laughs. "I remember the one night she decided spur-of-the-moment to take us out for dinner to this new restaurant in the country. She got so excited that she forgot to check the gas level and we ended up walking halfway back to town." I laugh with him. Without thinking, I say "What about your dad?" Carter's face hardens and I instantly regret I said anything. "You know, I don't really want to talk about my father right now, if it's all the same to you." He says, rising to his feet. He turns and walks back into the hotel.
I feel terrible. Why had I said anything in the first place? I frown, rising also to my feet. I move to follow him when I hear Laura's voice. She is lying on a towel, sunbathing. She appears peaceful as she says, "Leave him for a minute. Let him cool down." I sigh, and begin trudging back to the hotel anyway. I am not entirely sure of my plans, but when Mom stops me in the foyer, I am somewhat displeased. She grins at me, sort of like a babblemouth with a dirty secret.
"Hey, can we talk for a minute?" I nod, and she leads me to a small alcove with couches. "I've noticed something, Fawn, and I may or may not be correct. I apologize if I'm out of line." My heart beats faster, wondering what is going through my mother's head.
"I've noticed that you and Carter have been acting differently recently. I know you two have developed a solid friendship, and I don't want to upset that in any way, but I'm wondering if you both are feeling something slightly stronger than friendship." I wince, and a whole host of lies I can use come to mind. But something niggles in the back of my mind that says just tell the truth. So I do. I explain that we have talked about the chemistry between us, and that although Laura and Carter live with us, they don't really see me as their sister, more of a roomie.
"So, Mom, it's true we feel more than friendship, but we are taking things slowly, I promise you." I finish, still sort of uncomfortable at the openess of my little speech. "I thought so. But I must warn you, Fawn, that although you think that you are taking things slowly, they can get messed up pretty quick." She sighs, as if remembering something. "I remember my first love. We were great friends before, but when we took things to a new level, everything changed." "Oh, what was his name... that's right, David. We thought we were ready to become involved, but it didn't work out. Not only did we lose our romance, but also our friendship. I'm afraid we never made up before he moved out west. Now, I'm perfectly happy with your father, we were meant to be together. But who knows, things could have been a lot different." She looks sad for a moment. "No matter what, I was upset to lose a friend." I think for a moment. "I will definitely consider all that, Mom. But the thing is, with me and Carter, I know the risks of getting involved, and I know I need to go one step at a time. I won't risk our friendship unecessarily. We both need each other, maybe more than we know." Mom grins.
"That's my girl! Just be careful, Fawn. That's all I want you to know." I find Carter on the patio of our hotel room. He is staring out at the trees and wildlife. I pause moment, admiring his outline. Finally, I walk toward him. "Hey," I say simply. When he turns around, my heart drops to see the lingering anger in his eyes. I wet my lips.
"Look, I'm sorry. I want to know about you, but I crossed the line. Really, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." He glances down, thinking hard. "I'm sorry too. I realized Fawn, that you deserve to know these things. You're my friend, my best friend really. I think you can handle my feeling, my thoughts. It's me who has issues talking about it. Honestly, I trust you. I know you will take everything I say dead seriously. I just need to learn how to share." I smile.
"Well, whenever you need to talk, look me up." We sit on the patio, talking and talking, all the way into the night. Carter shares stories of his past, the painful, the joyful, and the in-between. He describes his and Laura's reactions, their devastation when they found out their mother was dead. I do a lot more listening than talking. I think for once, that's just the way it needs to be. I place my hand on top of his, a tingling feeling running up and down my arm. I smile softly and say, "I just want you to know, Carter, that I'm here for you. Always." Awww! Aren't they cute? I think so, but I may be biased. =) Please, please comment, I just want your feedback, good or bad. I'm always looking to improve, but I can't unless someone tells me how. Thanks for reading, and stay tuned.
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23 Comment(s) posted so far
On Apr 28, 2008 plyangel456 wrote:
Wonderful and cute story! -plyangel456-
On Apr 28, 2008 inge8208 wrote:
Absolutely a wonderful story.
On Apr 29, 2008 indibabs wrote:
i think it was cute and even though it could have been a little longer, you did a awesome job with telling the story in a short way if you know what i mean. this IS a compliment. i think you should continue to make stories thats for sure! excellent work and thank you for sharing with us. i enjoyed it!
barbara
On Apr 29, 2008 wrote:
great
On Apr 29, 2008 qasert wrote:
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On Apr 29, 2008 thekewlestnerd wrote:
very cute
On Apr 29, 2008 captainlicious wrote:
Brilliant!
On Apr 29, 2008 65missy65 wrote:
Awww luv birds love da HAIR WHERE IT FROM ???
On Apr 29, 2008 veldmuisjuh wrote:
awesome 4/5
On Apr 29, 2008 *Holly wrote:
Great story!
On Apr 29, 2008 arc1801 wrote:
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On Apr 30, 2008 aaaaaaac wrote:
GOOD JOB!
On May 1, 2008 qvisn wrote:
Now he has opened up i am sure this friendship will blossom, I am happy he has learnt to talk about his past, its what we all need from time to time. Well done, another wonderful part.
On May 1, 2008 nleslie wrote:
Niiice. =)
Carter has a very long face. It suits his mood. -end stupid pun here-
This is a great story.. All the poses are perfect to the words!
I don't know what this means, but
On May 1, 2008 wrote:
loving this storyline
On May 3, 2008 spacemouse wrote:
Very nice, keep up the good work!
On May 5, 2008 arc1801 wrote:
On May 15, 2008 civetinja wrote:
Great ! Thanks for sharing !
On May 28, 2008 wrote:
awesome story!
On Jul 2, 2008 xox*LuvRocs*xox wrote:
i love this story i wish i had all of the sims u have even the clothes he tell me where u got them plzthe story was soooooooooo exremly awsome i love reading your storys there the best so plz contact me thx
