but damn it, he has a right to know. “Show me what you brought,” I say, changing the subject.
She gives me a look as she’s reaching for the clothes that say, ‘this talk isn’t over yet’. “Jareth said that Gage’s favorite color is black,” she says.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jareth says in mock disbelief. “You can use my name.”
“Anyway,” she says loudly which earns her a chuckle from Jareth, and says to me, “I only brought black cocktail dresses and shoes.”
I take the three she has and wrinkle my nose. “I don’t see how I’m getting on and back off his bike in any of these,” I say. “Last night was a pain and tonight he said no underwear.”
“He does own a car,” Jareth supplies, smiling.
“Ok, that’s solved,” Shannon says, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “By the way, you weren’t wearing any last night. How did that go?”
I chuckle. “Well as you put it,” I start, “I did get the cobwebs cleared out, so how do you think it went?” Shannon laughs.
“I never thought I would see the day,” Jareth says laughing and covers his heart, “That I would be sitting in on girl talk . Shoot me now.”
“Funny Jareth,” Shannon says and turns back to me. “My favorite on you is the kuku lace. I think with your curves, you’ll look like pure sex.”
She pulls it from my hands and holds it up. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. The outer layer is pure black lace with flower type designs and three quarter sleeves, while the under fabric is a thicker lace.
I reach out and run my fingers over it. It feels like pure heaven to the touch. I can’t wait to put it on as it must feel as if you’re wearing nothing at all.
Taking it from her hands I hear Jareth speak, “I’m not a clothes expert, but that dress is going to rock Gage’s world.”
Smiling I say, “Then this is the dress.”
Shannon smiles too. “Then go get dressed,” she says, “he’ll be here soon.” Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I rush off to my room to change.
Slipping on shoes, I hear a knock at my bedroom door and then it opens. Shannon sticks her head in. “Can we talk while you’re getting ready?” she asks.
I nod and motion her inside. “You need to tell him,” I say after she closes the door. “He has a right to know.”
She flops down on my bed and sighs. “I know,” she says. “I just don’t know how to tell him.”
I sit down next to her and place my hand on her shoulder. “You have a story, I know,” I say, “A story that is yours and yours alone, but one day, you will need to trust someone and tell them. Let someone help you carry the burden. If Jareth didn’t want to be a part of your life, I don’t think he would be sitting out there in my living room.”
“Ya, I know,” she admits. “I just don’t know how to depend on someone other than myself.”
I inhale deeply and slowly, and then release it. “Why is it, when we finally decide to open our heart again, we worry we might make the same mistakes,” I ask, pleading with my eyes for her to have the answer.
“Have you ever seen the movie, The Perks of being a Wallflower ?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No,” I answer.
“Well there’s a line from the movie that pretty much sums it all up,” she explains. “ We accept the love we think we deserve .” Then she turns to face me. “In your case, you were rejected, so you reject everyone. The life you have chosen to live is one of fantasy. Reality cannot be controlled no matter how hard we try, but fiction, with the click of the backspace button, can be. You can’t be hurt by someone who doesn’t really exist. That is your reality.”
I think about what she just said and she’s right. I do accept the love I think I deserve, a love I can control.
“What about you?” I ask knowing I’m treading water. “Haven’t you followed that quote as well?”
She stands. “We aren’t talking about me,” she says with tears in her eyes, and
She gives me a look as she’s reaching for the clothes that say, ‘this talk isn’t over yet’. “Jareth said that Gage’s favorite color is black,” she says.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jareth says in mock disbelief. “You can use my name.”
“Anyway,” she says loudly which earns her a chuckle from Jareth, and says to me, “I only brought black cocktail dresses and shoes.”
I take the three she has and wrinkle my nose. “I don’t see how I’m getting on and back off his bike in any of these,” I say. “Last night was a pain and tonight he said no underwear.”
“He does own a car,” Jareth supplies, smiling.
“Ok, that’s solved,” Shannon says, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “By the way, you weren’t wearing any last night. How did that go?”
I chuckle. “Well as you put it,” I start, “I did get the cobwebs cleared out, so how do you think it went?” Shannon laughs.
“I never thought I would see the day,” Jareth says laughing and covers his heart, “That I would be sitting in on girl talk . Shoot me now.”
“Funny Jareth,” Shannon says and turns back to me. “My favorite on you is the kuku lace. I think with your curves, you’ll look like pure sex.”
She pulls it from my hands and holds it up. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. The outer layer is pure black lace with flower type designs and three quarter sleeves, while the under fabric is a thicker lace.
I reach out and run my fingers over it. It feels like pure heaven to the touch. I can’t wait to put it on as it must feel as if you’re wearing nothing at all.
Taking it from her hands I hear Jareth speak, “I’m not a clothes expert, but that dress is going to rock Gage’s world.”
Smiling I say, “Then this is the dress.”
Shannon smiles too. “Then go get dressed,” she says, “he’ll be here soon.” Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I rush off to my room to change.
Slipping on shoes, I hear a knock at my bedroom door and then it opens. Shannon sticks her head in. “Can we talk while you’re getting ready?” she asks.
I nod and motion her inside. “You need to tell him,” I say after she closes the door. “He has a right to know.”
She flops down on my bed and sighs. “I know,” she says. “I just don’t know how to tell him.”
I sit down next to her and place my hand on her shoulder. “You have a story, I know,” I say, “A story that is yours and yours alone, but one day, you will need to trust someone and tell them. Let someone help you carry the burden. If Jareth didn’t want to be a part of your life, I don’t think he would be sitting out there in my living room.”
“Ya, I know,” she admits. “I just don’t know how to depend on someone other than myself.”
I inhale deeply and slowly, and then release it. “Why is it, when we finally decide to open our heart again, we worry we might make the same mistakes,” I ask, pleading with my eyes for her to have the answer.
“Have you ever seen the movie, The Perks of being a Wallflower ?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No,” I answer.
“Well there’s a line from the movie that pretty much sums it all up,” she explains. “ We accept the love we think we deserve .” Then she turns to face me. “In your case, you were rejected, so you reject everyone. The life you have chosen to live is one of fantasy. Reality cannot be controlled no matter how hard we try, but fiction, with the click of the backspace button, can be. You can’t be hurt by someone who doesn’t really exist. That is your reality.”
I think about what she just said and she’s right. I do accept the love I think I deserve, a love I can control.
“What about you?” I ask knowing I’m treading water. “Haven’t you followed that quote as well?”
She stands. “We aren’t talking about me,” she says with tears in her eyes, and
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