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Remember Part 9 The ringing of my cell phone startled me. Before I even walked over to pick it up, I knew who it was. “Morning, babe!” I winced. How many times am I going to hear that today? “Morning, Scott. How’re you feeling?” “Hung over and lonesome. I wish you were here to give me your hangover cure.” Yeah, I bet. As much as I was trying to make myself feel better about what happened, hearing him lie this way was still making me ill. “I don’t know if I’d be much company. I had a little too much to drink last night myself.” “My poor baby. I’m sure I could make you feel better if you were here.” I’ll feel better if you just stop talking. “Listen, I don’t think I can talk much more. The phone startled me and I’m starting to feel sick now.” “I’m sorry. Why don’t you have them send up some Alka Seltzer?” “Yeah, maybe.” “Well, I’m getting together in a couple hours with Flip and Mark at the promo. Will you call me later?” “Sure. I’m going out with Beata today and we’re going to the Taste…though I’m not looking to forward to the smell of food right now.” “Feel better, honey.” “You too.” We said our goodbyes and hung up. I guess we are really a lot alike: he covers up the truth and I withhold information. Either way, it’s a lie, but at least I didn’t feel so guilty anymore. I smiled to myself. Two wrongs may not make a right…but three do. I picked up the phone again and called the House of Blues hotel. When I asked to be connected to David's room, they told me he had already checked out. My heart sank, but I pleaded with them to attempt to put me through. Each time it rang I could feel my hope growing weaker, until suddenly he picked up the line. “David?” A pause that seemed terribly long. Would he hang up on me? “Terri.” “David, you were right...about Scott.” “I didn’t want to be right.” “I’m sorry I bitched you out this morning. What happened last night I brought upon myself. You didn’t do anything wrong…in fact, you did everything right.” I could hear him sigh as I waited for his reply. “It wasn’t just you. You did tell me to stop, but I just couldn’t. Jesus, Terri…seeing you there last night, watching me, reaching out to me…I just…it felt like…” “All the time had slipped away?” “Yes. And I just had to touch you one more time. I didn’t want to be dreaming again.” You aren’t the only one haunted by dreams of the past, I thought. “I want to see you again, David.” “I’m leaving this afternoon.” “Oh…” “But the next show is not till Saturday night. I could change my flight. Let me make some phone calls.” I gave him my cell phone number. I didn’t want him to go out of his way, but it was evident he wanted to see me again too. If anything, we could at least part on better terms. While I waited, I called room service to send up some orange juice and toast. I was sitting on the bed nibbling on the toast and watching WGN News when he called back. "I changed my flight to Saturday morning and called the guys to let them know I'd be hooking up with them then." I smiled to myself. Despite a rocky start, this day was getting better with every minute. "Were they OK with it? I really don't want to cause any problems." "They're fine. I told them I wanted to spend some time with you." "I bet they were surprised." Heck, I was surprised he told them. "No, not really." He laughed lightly. "Hmm...maybe they know something we don't?" We were both thoughtfully quiet for a moment. "Dan also told me we could use his boat if we want. We could get a really good view of the fireworks off the lake tonight from the boat." "That sounds wonderful." I beamed. He gave me the information on when and where to meet him at the marina. Seeing the show with David seemed a far better plan than sitting it out as a third wheel with Beata and her boyfriend. "And since you're going to the Taste, why don't you grab some dessert?" "Why, David, I thought I would be dessert?" "Baby, you're so much more than that. I plan on having you for dinner." I shuddered at the mere thought. He could get to me like no man could, with just a simple innuendo. He mentioned he was going to visit his parents during the day, so I told him to say hello for me. He made no promises that the mention of my name to them would conjure up good memories. We laughed, then said goodbye, with me promising not to forget dessert. After calling Beata, I hopped into the shower to get ready. I closed my eyes as I soaped up, thinking of David's touch...the feel of his hands and his mouth on my body. I wish he was here with me now...but there would be time for that later. I quickly switched the water to cold; otherwise I was never going to be ready. Copyright TMS2004 Disturbed Fanfic Page Remember - Part 10   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)