Life as We Knew It, M. Erin [people reading books .txt] 📗

It felt like home. I closed my eyes feeling complete for the first time in 3 years. Breathing. I felt Todd let out a deep breath before his hands cradeled me closer. Tears leaked down my face getting caught by his Niverna t shirt. I gave it to him on his 19th birthday. He was a rock fan back then, probably still was. It's weird not knowing every detail about him anymore. I use to know exactly where his secret stash of playboy was. He never showed it to me, but I just KNEW. And now, everything's a scientific guess. More tears leaked out of my eyes. I said the tears had ended a long time ago. Apparently I had lied. I was sobbing and Todd was just holding me. Rubbing my back while I cried. Cried for Jason, Brad. For Todd and me. I cried for lost time. For missed moment. Cried because I had to leave. Had to. I cried because I finally had someone holding me who loved me for me.
"It's okay, Charlie. Let it out. Just go ahe...." His voice broke. And with it his resolve. We both held each other and let it out. Whatever it was. I'm guessing "it" is everything. So we cried and let everything out.
I don't know exactly how long we stood there like that. Could be a couple of minuets or hours. One doesn't really look at a clock at times like this. After we got done, we started to laugh. Still clinging to each other. The sillyness of the situation was hilorous to us. Or maybe we were just high off the air. Either way, thru my saddness, I saw happyness.

Detangeling myself for the warm body of comfort, I start put Todd to work.
"Start cleaning this apartment up. I've never been neat but at least I throw my trash away. And Todd, babe, it wouldn't kill you to actually take a shower. Just saying."
"Damn Charlie, you've only been here for 30 minuets and already your moming the hell out of me. This is a bachlor pad. What the hell did you expect?." He starts to walk towards the kitchen island where his open beer was. I catch him before he fell when he steeped into some random trash on the floor. "And as for showering," he took a whiff of his armpit, chocking "nevermind, I agree with you on that. Plus I really need to sober up."
Grinning I give him a look.
"Well don't you look like a know-it-all, missy."
"Oh but I do know-it-all, Todd. I alway have and always will," I replie.
Scowling, he takes off for his shower.
I start to pick up the beer bottles, empty out the ash tray and things that we're used as ash trays, the pack of smokes I find, and all the other random junk that littered the floor and counters. I throw everything away. Including the smokes. I thought back to the days when we we're all nieve enough to vow that we were never going to drink, smoke, or have sex before marriage. How innocent we we're! We didn't know the evils of death and the pain of loss or anything like that. We had lived in our own little bubbles.
After my quick tiding, I start off dinner. And possibly their breakfast (leftovers).I turn on the over. Start the water for the pasta. Make a rub for the fish. And then start to chop all the ingreadents with quick effecient strokes.
I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't hear Todd until he was right in my ear.
"Charlie?"
"Hey. Sorry I wasn't listening. What's up?"
"You're cooking," he says with a look of shock.
"Thank you Captian Obious."?
"Thank God!! I haven't had good food in soooooo long. What are you making? Actually don't tell me. I want to be suprised."

Publication Date: 06-28-2012

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