Let That Be Enough:
"Shit," he said when the phone rang again. He had ignored it the last three
times it had rung finding it too hard to pull himself from Farzana's arms.
They'd been in bed together all afternoon after making love and he had planned
to stay that way. Farzana was back sleeping and had gone through two boughts
of ringing that afternoon, but now he couldn't ignore it, he didn't want
to wake her up. He grabbed up his pants, throwing them on as he picked up
the phone from the floor and put it to his ear. "What do you want?"
Moments later Farzana was sitting up rubbing her eyes while listening to
his side of the conversation. "No...Bobbie, slow down...what happened? Alex
did what? Tyler was in my car? I thought Tyler was in Bowie...Alex is supposed
to be on a plane out here...He what?"
"What happened?" she asked him hearing his brother's name being mentioned.
The last she'd checked Tyler had been home with JC's parents, not in LA where
she knew that Alex and Bobbie were.
"Hold on a second Bobbie." He covered the speaker on his phone and looked
at her with a pained expression, "My brother got into a fight in LA and got
"I have to make some calls and get my lawyer there in LA to take care of
him...then I need to get to LA."
The thought of his brother being in trouble and needing JC wiped any feelings
of jealousy from her mind. If her brother had been in that situation she'd
would have dropped everything to go and be with him. Family was family, even
if they happened to be a few thousand miles away.
[three hours later...]
"I'm really sorry about this," he said looking at her with sad eyes. They'd
driven over to the airport after a quick shower and a run through the drive
through to get food.
"It's not a problem," she said making sure that her shirt was in place. He
could see that it was nervous reaction. She had let go of his hand when he'd
gone to the counter to get his ticket and hadn't taken it again, even while
they were sitting next to each other. "It's your brother."
"Come with me?" he asked moving his backpack on his shoulders a little.
"I can't," she said.
"Please," he said and leaned and kissed her cheek, "I'll take you to the
beach and shopping and--"
She leaned back and looked at him then looked around as if she were waiting
for someone to jump out and catch them doing something they shouldn't be
"Zana?" he said making her make eye contact with him. "No one knows that
we're here and who would believe that I'm in the airport anyway."
"I'm sorry," she said, "I've gotten paranoid in the last few months and being
in Orlando isn't helping that much."
"Well relax," he said, "It's all good."
"Is it?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said and looked in her eyes, "Isn't it?"
"JC," she said then lowered her voice, "We had sex. No offense, but that's
gonna make things strange now."
"Why?" he asked. It seemed simple enough. Yeah he was leaving town, but it
wasn't forever. He planned to be in LA long enough to get Tyler out of trouble
and back to Orlando or take him home to Maryland.
"I don't just go sleeping around with people JC," she said in a hushed whisper.
"It's not just something I do and you're leaving and we didn't--" She stopped
and covered her face. "Excuse my immaturity JC, but this is all new to me
and it's kinda hard to sit here next to you when a few hours ago we were
"Well it's nice to know that you think about me that way," he said with a
laugh. He wasn't trying to be egotistical, but he too was having a hard time
keeping his distance. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly,
but he knew he couldn't. They weren't at that point in their relationship.
They almost were, but they weren't and he couldn't keep thinking about her
the way that he used to think about Bobbie. With Bobbie it had been all about
touching and teasing and with Farzana things were different. He had to find
a new game plan, something that would allow him to be with her and not be
strange with her.
"It's not something I have to work at," she said then blushed, pushed her
hair behind her ear then changed the subject. "So I get your house for the
weekend?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said taking a big breath. He felt like he should make her stay
with one of the guys, because of the issues that might come up later, but
decided to just let her be. He was getting paranoid if he couldn't even let
her stay there alone. It was only going to be three days tops for him to
get out to LA and come back. "Just don't sell anything on Ebay ok?"
"What if I get a good price though?" she joked, "I'll let you have half the
He tensed then looked at her and saw the playful look on her face, "Just
don't sell my piano."
"I thought you'd want that to go first," she said, "Since you seem so scared
of it right now."
"I'm not scared of it," he protested, "I'll get back to it eventually."
"Just don't take too long," she said, "It misses you."
"It misses you," she repeated, "I think of my guitar as a human being...if
I don't spend time with it then it's gonna not be my friend anymore."
"I'll have to trust you on that one," he said giving her a funny look even
though he knew what she meant. He needed music like a drug and he had to
admit that the last few weeks without it, while they'd been relaxing, were
almost too relaxing. He was getting lazy and he needed to get himself in
gear, not only with the music, but with her too. He needed to make a step
closer to her or a step away, but he needed to make a step.
When it came time for him to board the flight JC stood up from his seat,
stretched and pulled her into a hug. She started to tell him something, but
he cut her off. He didn't want to start to explain what they were or what
they weren't. He didn't want to label them for the moment. He just wanted
to be there with her.
There was a small awkward pause before he quickly kissed her, but no other
words that good-bye were exchanged. He didn't know what else to say to her
so he left her with a kiss and a hug and prayed that his leaving wasn't going
to cause more problems. He didn't want to leave her, but he wasn't sure how
to tell her how badly he wanted to stay.
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