Across The Pond

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Well here's chapter number two. Again, comments are be very much appreciated! ^_^ Enjoy!

Title:  Across The Pond
Chapter(s): 2
Pairing : Greg/Josie
Rating: 12 (Some language)
Words: 577
Summary: Greg reflects on his past with Josie.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, except the story.  This did not happen, as it is purely a fanfic.

Through tired eyes, I could see that the source of light entered the room through partially opened curtains.  I groaned, knowing I had no choice but to get up out of bed.

I slid easily out of my clean, white bed sheets in my pajamas.  Reaching the edge I swung my legs out of the warmth of my bed and onto the soft fuzzy carpet on my bedroom floor.  It tickled slightly as it went between my toes.

As I stretched and yawned, I remembered the dream I'd had.  It was the same dream that had been recurring for months.  It was of the first day I'd met her.  I scratched my chin throughtfully, trying to find my spectacles in my blurred vision.  Locating them, the room came into focus as I placed them upon my nose and behind my ears.

Once again, I had nothing to do but wake up alone and take in the familiar surroundings of my luxurious bedroom.  The walls, the carpet and bedclothes of my king-sized bed only for me, were a bright white.

The room was filled with classy black furnishings, such as my impressive bookcase in the corner of the room, and the bedside cabinets either side of the massive bed.  With the potted plants, bedside lamps and sliding door wardrobes this was a ver modern room, yet homely nevertheless.

I shuffled across the vast bedroom floor to open the curtains to their full extent.  Opening the windows, I took deep breaths of the fresh, morning scent enjoying the relaxed surroundings with my eyes shut tight...

The only vision in my mind's eye was her beautiful face etched onto my memory.  Her gorgeous shoulder-length tight curls.  Her soft, smooth skin radiant in the stage lights.  her tender red lips, creased into a beautiful smile.  My favourite feature was her welcoming, glinting brown eyes. They made my heart melt from the moment I saw them.  All of these features lay on the most perfect bone structure.

Thoughts were whizzing around my already confused and tired mind.  I rubbed my temples as the realisation struck me hard.  I had nothing left to remind me of Josie Lawrence but the memory of her face. The sadness of knowing how far away she was now hit me.  How I left without a trace...

I felt sick, to think of all the time I had spent in Britain and hadn't asked her out once.  My cowardess and hidden shyness of the fear of what her reply might have been.  Anger was starting to bubble as the rage at my stupidity was shouting in my head, replacing the bitter sting of regret.

My eyes still shut tight, I gripped the window sill as a miniscule of emotion escaped.  I shouted out loud: "Shit! Greg Proops, you are a pussy!  What the fuck have you done?" (Or rather, hadn't done in this case). 

After the outburst, I began reassuring myself, it was just a little crush after all.  It couldn't have gone anywhere.  The thought calmed me down, but didn't satisfy the shadow of doubt crawling in my brain.

I opened my eyes, the bright white glow of the sun temporarily blinding me once more.  Once my vision had cleared, I cast my eyes down towards my garden.  I saw the glistening surface of my swimming pool reflecting the early morning sun.  It was inviting.

In that split second, my memory flew back to my childhood.  I went swimming a lot as a boy, in the large pond nearby our home.  When I had something to think about that was my secluded spot to clear my head.  Before I had much time to consider what I was doing, I began removing my pajamas and tugging on swimming trunks.

Comments

[fbrobey.livejournal.com]

Aww, another lovely chapter Becca and Em, "The only vision in my mind's eye was her beautiful face etched onto my memory" such a beautiful line, very descriptive, just loved the whole thing, more please :D

Flo xxxxxxxxxxxx