The 5th installment of Bless!
It's just a filler at the moment, because this is such a slow story, but I've mapped out the rest of the story so it definitely is coming together :)
Enjoy!
And to all the Canadians: HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!
::
Sam pauses his
knuckles over the grain of Sarah's apartment door, twisting slightly to procure
his cell phone from the pocket of his sweat pants to check the time. He sucks
in a breath at the late hour, glad he hadn't knocked, in case they are asleep.
Stepping back, he scrummages for the nick in the door frame, tongue peeking at
his intense concentration as he feels the boards making up the frame with his
fingertips.
Dropping his
duffelbag onto the floor, he snags the thin string painted the same colour as
the boards, and hooks it with his pinky. Tugging the key out of the hidden
nook, he chuckles in triumph.
"That little
sneaky creature," he playfully chides as he sticks the key into the
doorknob and unlocks the door with a congratulatory ping of successfully
interlocking metal hooks. 'Always thinking up new hiding places. Hasn't changed
a bit.'
Softly, he peels the
door open, surprised the lights of the apartment are all on. He recognizes the
blaring of infomercials from the living room and he frowns, hoping she hasn't
waited up for him.
Locking the door
behind him and abandoning his bag with his shoes, his frown lifts at a corner
when he enters the scene. Holding back a chuckle, he tiptoes to the T.V. to
switch it off, silencing the incessant chattering and revealing the snores
escaping from the couch.
For a moment he just
watches, absorbing the oblivious couple tucked into the cushions. 'No
wrinkles', he marvels, relieved to see his childhood friend as she was years
before the worry and stress inhabited her thin shoulders and collected on her
brow.
Her hair is tousled,
splayed out around her face like an aura to highlight her cheekbones and jaw. A
strand tickles her temple and she absently scrunches her face to deter the
offending lock. She has slid down the couch to lay across the length of the furniture,
her right arm tossed above her head, and her left wrapped around the boy
snuggled deep into her chest.
A spark of jealousy
spikes through his veins and he remembers the challenging stare the
"innocent angel" had displayed.
"You damn
cheat," he hisses, and attempts to wipe off the pout that wants to settle
on his lips. Instead, to break the losing battle and to satisfy the jealousy
building up inside his chest, he pokes Sarah in the cheek, none-too-gently, to
wake her up.
After the fifth
poke, all unforgiving, she starts to move, although only to shift away from the
attack. "Leave me alone," she mutters in her sleep, slipping her arm
from around Blue and flipping away to face the back of the couch. "I'm sleepy."
He almost doesn't
contain his laughter when Blue is effectively tossed off the edge of the couch
from her roll. Managing to stifle his laughter to a smug grin, he remarks,
"Looks like both of us are on our own tonight."
Noticing her
struggle to curl up against the couch, he twists his mouth before scooping her
up into his arms. She doesn't move a lid as she settles into the crooks of his
arms as he transfers her into her own bed. Automatically, she sinks into her
familiar duvet and pillow, ignoring the feelings of the man watching over her.
Sighing, he pivots
on his heel, ready to make himself comfortable on her couch, when he realizes
who is making his way to the bedroom.
"Oh, no, you
don't," he whispers, wrenching Blue out of the doorway and into the living
room. "You get the love seat and I'll take the couch, you sneak," he
announces, waiting pointedly for Blue to obey.
As if taking the
moment to think over the demand, Blue slowly complies and lays on the cushions,
not meeting Sam's eyes as he stares off at the ceiling. Taking this as a sign
of obedience, Sam retrieves the spare blankets and pillows from her hallway closet
and tosses one of each to the motionless boy before settling himself on the
couch so his long legs hang off an armrest with minimal discomfort.
::
