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Although, why not me? Why couldn’t I give her a good life? I know that we have very different priorities and on paper it definitely shouldn’t work, but since I’ve never lived my life on paper it doesn’t matter.
“Stay one more night,” I say on a whim, needing her for just a little while longer. “Let’s go out, just one more time. Tell your mother that they can’t fix your car until tomorrow so we can have just a little more time.”
Sure, it feels like we’re just clinging on to a dream that can’t become reality, but why shouldn’t we? What’s wrong with floating from dream to dream? She doesn’t look like she wants to go anywhere anyway, so this doesn’t seem to be just a one sided thing. I reach out and hold on to her hand and she lets me take it.
“Yeah, I could stay,” she whispers, shocking me to the core. “I could stay just a little while longer. I mean, it wouldn’t be my fault if they can’t fix my car, would it? There isn’t anything that I can do about that. And let’s be honest, I’m not in any rush to face the after effects of my mother’s rage. Okay, I’m going to stay.”
“You are?” I have to admit that I’m surprised. Much as I’m glad, I didn’t think that she would want to. “Okay, well that’s great. I’m going to take you out for a really nice dinner. You deserve it.”
We take a few moments, kissing some more, before we go to our separate cars. There isn’t any blind panic this time, I don’t feel like I’m about to lose her. I know that we’re both heading to the motel to park up while we head out for some more magic. Some more fun. The smile across my face is so huge that it could crack if I let it. I have never been happier than I am right now. I almost want to call Lance to tell him everything… but I can’t get too carried away. I can’t make a bigger deal out of this than it is because there is no happy ending here. There can’t be. Stories like mine and Kayla’s can’t end the way that we want them to. It’s a shame because while opposites can attract, they can’t stick it out to the end, can they? Wait, can they…?I feel like I’ve been laughing all day and all night as well. The more that Kayla shakes off the shackles of her life, the funnier she is. She has such an awesome personality and it’s a shame to see it crushed underneath her corporate dreams… or the dreams that have been pushed up on her anyway. It makes me kinda mad.
“Will you stop it?” she shrieks while slapping me on the arm, almost toppling backwards on her bar stool. “I know what you’re teasing me, Tim. You might think that I’m some innocent girl, but I’m not dumb…”
God, she is innocent, isn’t she? I thought that when I first saw her. She carries herself with an innocent air, but there is something under lying within her that’s sexual as well. In the dream that I had about her, she was a real goddess in the bedroom, and I do still believe that side of her is there. It just clearly hasn’t been unleashed yet.
But it isn’t my job to do so, even if I really want to. I can’t be the man to show her that side of the world because she needs someone who can stick around and be there for her. Who can be in one place.
As my eyes run over her face filled with beautiful mirth, I wonder if Lance was right. Not so long ago he told me that I would meet a woman to change my mind about my life style and I thought it was impossible, but I have such an intense magnetic pull with Kayla that really could root me to one spot.
“Come on.” She surprises me by grabbing my hand. “Let’s get on the dance floor.”
She runs to the small sticky floor that I suppose is meant to be for dancing, but that no one else in the entire bar is using. It looks like it might have been left unused for a very long time. But for some reason that isn’t bothering Kayla. She has loosened up so much from the booze that she is dancing on her own, shaking her hips and waving her arms above her head like she’s at a festival or something. Having the time of her life.
“Come on then, are you going to join me or what?” she chuckles loudly. “Get over here, Tim.”
“I don’t know.” I feel far too self conscious. “I don’t think that this is the sort of place to dance.”
