OMG Bell! You needed a warning on that one. I just spit cinamon toast at my screen!

Like, OUCH! I am dead with embarassment, just from reading it....

I think I'll wait here until the fallout is over!!!

Jill

a warning? where's the fun in that?
cinamon toast... sounds delicious!

*****

“Do you think it’s funny?” I heard her voice as I was about to round a corner. I stopped and listened, the remains of my heart seemed to clench painfully at the tone of her voice; hoarse, low, laced with tears. “It’s sick, Stanley how could you do that?” Her voice rose, now etched with anger. “Don’t play with me!” She hissed and I heard her stomping her foot before she moved and collided with me.

The impact sent me tumbling backwards but my angel didn’t stop and rushed towards the ladies room. The sight of her tear stained face broke my already broken heart. It was my fault that she cried, my fault that the Code Breaker was now obviously in some serious trouble. I had a momentary feeling of joy. If Tara broke up with Stanley, then I could be there for her and when she got over him, I could finally make my move.

I will help her through the breakup and then she could be with me.

I listened through the door and heard her sobbing. My eyes filled with tears at the sound. I loved her so much, she was my life and my future and when she cried I cried as well. I couldn’t see her unhappy and I went back to the office and headed straight to the phone. You may call me stupid for not grasping the chance I had but this was not the way I wanted to have Tara’s heart. It was wrong. I picked up the phone and called Stanley. What did that Englishman said? If you love somebody…set them free.

*****

sorry, it's so short...more tomorrow

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO BObby fight for her!!!!!!!!!!!

Poor Bobby! Poor Tara! This certainly isn't running smoothly, is it?

Bobby thinks he's doing the right thing, but he needs to fight for Tara, I'm sure she will forgive him, eventually!

I'm thoroughly enjoying this story.

Sairs

He is going to set the record straight, isn't he?

... but saying does carry on ...

"if you love something set it free and if it doesnt come back it wasnt mean to be"

(i dont think that is the real exact saying, but its what my granny says and she is a pretty cool lady, so i have adopted her version!)

so .... if bobby lets her go and it is meant to be then tara will come back him ... but maybe he should fight for her a little bit too!

Shows what a great guy you are, Bobby.

Great progress,
I am on edge waiting for Bobby's next move,
thanks,
Terie

I agree with you Bobby... if you really love her you have to win her heart by clean fight ... no lies, no swindles ... only truth !!!!

Can't wait for your next part, Bell!!!!!!


Restie

I agree with Restie. It was a most unfortunate incident that the shop sent condoms instead but Bobby was right when he decided not to take advantage of the situation.

Though a small part of me doesn't always agree with Bobby..

And what was WITH those people?! They had to have SOME sort of reason for sending such an "arrangement"

Okay I'm chanting Bell loves happy endings, Bell loves happy endings....ack, it's not helping!
kav

Bobby is really getting in touch with his feelings, isn't he???

The balloons ... whoever said it's the thought that counts ... was never in this situation

Talk to Stanley? ... very decent thing to do, Bobby

lets see...the gift shop had a reservation for a Mr. Bachelor who was about to get married and his friends sent him surprises, they also had a reservation for Miss Williams at the Hoover building. One of the Cherubs shot the wrong person and chaos happened is it a good explanation?

enjoy!

*****


I took another sip of my coffee and the woman in front of me chuckled softly. She had black, long hair and strange almost purple eyes. She was new here, in the coffee shop but since the day was slow and she saw my sad eyes she agreed to listen. “I understand now, Bobby, you must have loved her very much.” She moved to serve a couple that sat next to one of the tables and I watched with awe when one of the cups slid of the trey she was holding and she managed somehow to catch and hand it to the man without a single drop being spilled. I blinked; it almost looked like that cup was hung in the air for a second. She walked towards me and smiled, motioning that she was listening.

“I do love her very much. It didn’t change. I only wish I didn’t wait that long to tell her…to show her how I feel.”

She smiled in sympathy and I was surprised when she leaned towards me, exposing too much creamy skin. “Maybe, I could ease your mind a little.” She said and I shook my head, smiling. I didn’t want to hurt another woman, she was very beautiful, I admit, and her eyes were very unique but she was not my Tara.

“Thank you, I think I’ll just go home for the night.”

It was strange but she seemed relieved and happy as she shrugged her shoulders. “It’s alright. I suppose I could find someone to be my Valentine.”

I laughed. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem in finding someone to spend the evening with you. You are a very beautiful woman.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t go all mushy on me. Usually when I’m in a room all the men are leering at me and all the women send daggers at my back. It’s nice to have a coherent conversation with a man. I’m sure things will work out for you, Bobby.” She shook my hand and her purple eyes were bright. “Can I make a suggestion?” I nodded my head. “You made reservations to Antonio’s, right? You should go there, at least have a nice dinner to compensate for your horrible day.”

I considered her offer for a moment, at first my mind was totally against the idea. It was very humiliating to sit in a fancy restaurant on your own, but it seemed like a good idea with each passing second. I found myself nodding my head, why not? I deserved to have some fun. “Thank you, I’m sorry for dumping all my problems like that.”

“It’s no problem, against popular belief I do love to help people.” She grinned. “Bye, Bobby.”

“Good bye…hmmm…I’m sorry what was your name again?”

“It’s okay; I never told you my name. It’s Mary, Mary Sue.”

That didn't really answer any question, Bell ...

Could Mary Sue be someone or something magical, especially as she seems to have a few confusing skills, like cup balancing? Maybe a little divine intervention is on its way to help Bobby and Tara.

Looking forward to more,

Sairs

Bell's quote:
lets see...the gift shop had a reservation for a Mr. Bachelor who was about to get married and his friends sent him surprises, they also had a reservation for Miss Williams at the Hoover building. One of the Cherubs shot the wrong person and chaos happened is it a good explanation?

If those are Jill's cherubs then, yes, that's a perfectly logical explanation. I love those gals.

I've just found your story and it's delightful! I can't wait for more. A purple-eyed Mary Sue? Interesting twist. I'm definately sticking around to see where you go with this one. I'm simply amazed at the talent level on this site. I'm soooo glad I joined.

I'm not going anywhere! What do you have in store for us, next???

no one picked on my Mary Sue joke?? (Note to self: forget humor, stick to drama... )

Enjoy!


*****

As I was sitting in the restaurant, I marveled at the way other couples all seemed content with each other. The place was decorated in red with too many balloons and heart shape fluffy things that were hung from the ceiling but the atmosphere was quiet and calm and every couple was having a quiet conversation. Only Bobby Manning sat on his own and waited for some pasta dish to arrive. I rolled my eyes at my own sub consciousness. I heard Lucy saying that lots of carbohydrates will put anyone in a good mood…something about a chemical substance that can get inside the brain; surely pasta is the ultimate solution.

I thanked my waiter when he handed me my plate, it smelled delicious and I was actually starting to feel good about myself when I saw her walking inside. I tried to hide, she looked so beautiful. I never saw her dressed like that, she had a red dress and high heel shoes and her hair seemed to shine in the dim light of the restaurant. I averted my eyes, surely Mr. Code Breaker is the next to show up and I certainly had no desire to see him putting his hand at the small of her back and leading her to their table. I thought the tree was big enough to cover me but I was obviously mistaken. Her melodic voice startled me.

“Bobby?”

I raised my head so quickly I made myself a whip lash. “Tara, hey, nice to see you here.” My voice was too high and I cleared my throat.

“Is this seat taken?” She asked, smiling at me.

“Wouldn’t Stanley be offended if you sit with me?” I whispered and frowned when she chuckled.

“Why won’t I sit down and explain?” I nodded my head and pushed my plate aside, listening as she spoke.

She spoke for a long time and I believe that in some point my heart beat so strong I could hardly hear the words she was saying. She told me that Stanley called her and he told her everything I told him. (Note to self, talk with the man about the subject of being discreet…) and she was stunned and looked for me all afternoon. She told me that they were only friends for a long time now and that he spent the night in her spare room because he had no other place to stay in Washington. I told her that I saw them kissing and she said that she only kissed him on his cheek and wondered where I parked to have had such a horrible sight of her door. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me and I lost myself in their depth, she was smiling at me and I knew I grinned like an idiot.

I had to clear my throat before I could talk. “Do you want to order something?”

Her smile illuminated her face and I waved my hand to get my waiter’s attention. We had a wonderful quiet dinner together. At first, I felt embarrassed for not being able to talk to her but she seemed so content, I simply kept on looking at her, trying to eat at the same time without looking like a fool.

Ahh at least the flowers have have been explained right?

Now I can grin like an idiot too !!!

Me three!

Jill

don't stop the humor........I'm just slow!!

It was so nice!!!! Tara... you are smart, brave girl... I can't wait to know how this evening will continue!!!!!


Restie

more please!

kav

Same as everyone, a puddle wait for more!

I'm with everyone else, more please!

Sairs

Good on you Tara

Soph
(patiently waiting for more, wondering if now is a good time to ask Bell for another post as it worked so well last time )

The dinner scene was too cute! I could just imagine the grin on Tara's face!

YES!!!!

Bell, where are you?

We are still waiting


Restie

Thanks for all your replies! Here is the last post, I guess I had a hard time to say goodbye, it was fun being Bobby!

*****

“So…how long is this going on?” She asked quietly and I bit my lip nervously. This was the moment; I had to tell her right there under the dark clouds and trees as we were walking in the park.

“A long time now.” I confessed. “I wanted to tell you so many times but every time I tried, something came up. I started dreaming about you and for a while I had you in my dreams but I found out that it wasn’t enough. I needed the real you not some fantasy I created.”

“You dreamed about me?” Her voice was small, like she never imagined anyone could dream about her and I grinned.

“I’ll tell you some day, but not tonight. Tonight is ours, if you want it to be.”

She averted her eyes and I had a moment of fear when she didn’t speak and we kept on walking quietly in the trail. She hugged herself and I attentively laid a hand on her shoulders, pulling her towards me, keeping her warm. I heard her sighing and she stopped, turning to face me. I still held her in my arms and she leaned her head against my shoulder.

“What is it?” I whispered, catching the way her shoulders tensed.

“Bobby…what if I won’t live up to your fantasies?”

I tried not to laugh as I reached for her chin and lifted her head gently. “Tara, I don’t want you to live up to my fantasies. I am certain that real life is so much better then my dreams. Just holding you in my arms, under the clouds is the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. Fantasies will never match real life.” She looked skeptical and I traced a line across her cheek. “Do you know what the flowers mean?” I asked. She shook her head and I smiled. “There are twelve red roses, each one of them represents ten years that I want to spend with you.” She grinned.

“It gives new meaning to the words may you live till a hundred and twenty.”

“Four yellow roses for each year that I know you and one sun flower…because I know how much you love them and because you became the center of my life…like the sun.” I chuckled. “It’s so corny…it sounded a lot better on my mind.” She laughed with me and we stood like two little children, holding on to each other as we laughed.

I held her close and she raised her head, her lips very close to mine. I smelled her scent again and could picture the island we’ll spend out honeymoon in. I grinned when our lips met and my laughter immediately died in my throat. Her touch was soft and hesitant at first and I pulled her closer, tracing her lips with my own, enjoying every breathe I took. I deepened the kiss gently and moaned when her tongue met mine and she seemed to take the lead and pull me straight into heaven.

Her touch was soft and demanding and passionate. I had no choice but to pull her closer, I had no idea our bodies could be moulded so close together. Her hands cupped my face and I tangled one of my hands in her hair and traced patterns on her back with the other one. I never knew I could do multitasking. It was so much better then my dreams, it was real and hot and feverish and I gently pulled away from her and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you, Tara.” I whispered and felt her gasping. “You don’t have to say anything now; I know that things came as a surprise for you. Just know that I intent to keep you in my arms for eternity.”

The smile she gave me made my heart miss a beat. “I think I like the idea.” She whispered and I pulled her for another kiss. Slow, tender, soft, I held my heart on my sleeve and she seemed to treat it with care as we kissed under the night sky. Our kiss was filled with promises for our future. I knew my dreams came true and I smiled when the details I carried in my mind seemed to disappear. I no longer remembered the way she looked when I made love to her, I didn’t remember the ring I bought for her or the way I asked her to marry me. I no longer remembered our new born daughter.

I no longer needed my dreams.

I was about to make new, real memories.

She held my hand as we walked towards my apartment for some hot chocolate. I stopped when I thought I saw someone watching us from behind the trees. I narrowed my eyes and smiled when I saw Mary Sue waving at me, a smile on her face. Tara smiled at me.
”Do you know her?” She asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

“She works at the coffee shop.” I said. “Why?”

Tara laughed. “After I looked for you all afternoon I got home and run into her. She just told me you’ll be at Antonio’s around seven and a half if I wanted to see you.” She paused for a moment, an excited smile on her lovely features. “If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have found you.”

“Maybe we could go and say thank you.” I smiled and she nodded her head. We turned to walk towards the trees but Mary Sue was gone and we stared at each other. “We’ll meet her in the café some time.” I shrugged and we continued our walk.

We walked in silence and I heard her laughing quietly. “You know, Bobby…I understand the meaning of the flowers but what about the condom tree? What does that mean?”

I chocked a little. “The tree…” I stammered. “Actually there’s a perfectly good explanation for that…”

“Other then the obvious one?” She laughed.

“Yes Sheila…you see…”

She didn’t let me explain, her kiss made it perfectly clear that she understood. We never met Mary Sue again and we wished her well and thanked her in our hearts. Somehow, it seemed like someone was keeping an eye on us on this Valentine day.

When I dream, my accent is much more pronounced, but on that night as I held her in my arms I knew that I will have no more dreams about some fictional life, my life was complete, my love was by my side…and my heart was whole.


The End

That was soooooooooo wonderful!!! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!!


Jill

Awwwww so sweet!

Beautiful job, Bell!!!

Especially liked this...
Exquisite! Bravo!!

THis was such a good story, just read the whole thing and hand clap to you!

Great posting Bell.

Not usually sure on Tara and Bobby but being a romantic at heart I tried it and loved it.

Thanks

Soph

what she said!

That was the perfect short story -- romantic and tender and just a tad angsty.

kav

Hi!

Omg, that was beautiful. I truly loved it.

You're an amazing writer!!! keep on writing hun'!!


Phantomly yours, Ange

That was an incredible story, bell. Thanks for writing it.

I'm in awe that you can you can juggle so many stories so well!

Great job,
thanks,
Terie

That was beautiful, and sweet, and tender, and passionate ...just PERFECT !!!

A very cute, delightful story!!!

I really liked this part, btw:



Great job!

That was a beautiful ending! We loved it!

Bell

Thank you for sharing!!!! It was clear romantic story which I needed for this morning!!!

And... thanks for each Mary Sue!!!!


Restie