Maybe Someday - Page 26

Is it?

I keep my eyes on the paper and continue to write the words I honestly wish I didnt feel.

I see you in places from time to time

You keep to your business and I, I keep to mine

But you know that I, I want to be

Right by your side where I ought to be

And you know that I, I want to see

The way that your eyes seem to follow me

The second Im finished writing, Im so worked up I dont allow myself to witness her reaction to the words. I quickly hand her back the notebook and pull my guitar around and begin playing so she can work through the chorus.

14.

Sydney

Hes not looking at me. He doesnt even know Im not singing the lyrics. I cant sing them. Ive listened to him play this song dozens of times from his balcony, yet it never held emotion or meaning until this moment.

The fact that he cant even look at me makes the song feel way too personal. It feels as if this song somehow just became his song to me. I turn the notebook over, not wanting to read the words anymore. This song is just one more thing that never should have happened, even though Im positive its my new favorite.

Me: Do you think Brennan can make a rough cut of this one? I want to hear it.

I nudge him with my foot after I send the text, then nod toward his phone when he looks at me. He picks it up to read the text and nods. He doesnt reply or make eye contact with me, though. I glance back down to my phone as the room grows quiet in the absence of the sound of his guitar. I dont like how awkward things just got between us, so I attempt to make small talk to fill the void. I roll onto my back and type out a question thats been on my mind for a while to break up the stillness around us.

Me: Why dont you ever practice on your balcony like you used to?

This question gets me immediate eye contact from him, but it doesnt last. His eyes flicker across my face, down my body, and finally back to his phone.

Ridge: Why would I? Youre not out there anymore.

And just like that, my defenses are down, and my willpower is shot to hell with his honest reply. I nervously pull my bottom lip in and chew on it, then slowly raise my eyes back to his. Hes looking at me as if he wishes he were a guy like Hunter who cared only about himself.

Hes not the only one wishing that.

I want to be Tori right now so much it hurts. I want to be just like her and not give a shit about my self-respect or about Maggie for just a few minutes. Long enough to allow him to do everything his lyrics make clear he wants to do.

His eyes fall to my lips, and my mouth runs dry.

His eyes fall to my chest, and it begins to heave deeper than it already was.

His eyes fall to my legs, and I have to cross them, because the way his gaze penetrates my body makes it seem as though he can see right through this dress Im wearing.

His eyes close tightly, and knowing the effect Im having on him makes me feel as if there might be a lot more truth to his lyrics than hed like there to be.

Its making me feel like I want to be the only man that you ever see.

Ridge suddenly stands and drops his phone onto the bed, then walks straight into the bathroom and slams the door. I listen as the shower curtain slides open and the water kicks on.

I roll onto my back and release all my pent-up breaths. Im flustered and confused and angry. I dont like the situation weve put ourselves in, and I know for a fact that even though we havent acted on it, nothing about this is innocent.

I sit up on the bed, then quickly stand. I need to get out of his room before it completely closes in on me. Just as Im walking away from the bed, Ridges phone vibrates on the mattress. I look down at it.

Maggie: Im missing you extra hard today. When youre finished writing with Sydney, can we video chat? I need to see you. ;)

I stare at her text.

I hate her text.

I hate that she knows we were just writing together.

I hate that he tells her everything.

I want these moments to belong to me and Ridge and no one else.


Its been two hours since he got out of the shower, and I cant bring myself to leave my bedroom. Im starving, though, and really want to go to the kitchen. I just dont want to see him, because I hate how we left things. I dont like that we both know we almost crossed a line tonight.

Actually, I dont like that we did cross a line tonight. Although we arent verbalizing what were thinking and feeling, writing it in lyrics isnt any less harmful.

Theres a knock on my door, and knowing that its more than likely Ridge causes my heart to betray me by dancing rapidly in my chest. I dont bother getting up to open the door, because he nudges it open right after knocking. He holds up a set of headphones and his cell phone, indicating that he has something he wants me to hear. I nod, and he walks over to the bed and hands them to me. He hits play but takes a seat on the floor while I scoot back onto the bed. The song begins to play, and I spend the next three minutes barely breathing. Ridge and I never once break our stare throughout the duration of the song.

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Ridge

Maggie: Guess who gets to see me tomorrow?

Me: Kurt Vonnegut?

Maggie: Guess again.

Me: Anderson Cooper?

Maggie: No, but close.

Me: Amanda Bynes?

Maggie: Youre so random. YOU get to see me tomorrow, and you get to spend a whole two days with me, and I know Im trying to save money, but I bought you two new bras.

Me: How did I ever get so lucky to find the one and only girl who supports and encourages my transvestite tendencies?

Maggie: I ask myself that same question every day.

Me: What time do I get to see you?

Maggie: Well, it all depends on the dreaded T word again.

Me: Ah. Yes. Well, we shall discuss it no further. Try to be here by six, at least. Warrens birthday party is tomorrow night, and I want to spend time with you before all his crazy friends get here.

Maggie: Thank you for reminding me! What should I get him?

Me: Nothing. Sydney and I are pulling the ultimate prank. We told everyone to donate to charity in lieu of gifts. Hell be pissed when people start handing him all the donation cards in his honor.

Maggie: You two are evil. Should I bring something? A cake, maybe?

Me: Nope, we got it. We felt bad for the no gifts prank, so were about to bake him five different flavored cakes to make up for it.

Maggie: Make sure one of them is German chocolate.

Me: Already got you covered, babe. I love you.

Maggie: Love you, too.

I close out our texts and open up the unread one I have from Sydney.

Sydney: You forgot vanilla extract, dumbass. It was on the list. Item 5. Now you have to go back to the store.

Me: Maybe next time you should write more legibly and return my texts when Im at the grocery store, attempting to decipher item 5. Ill be back in 20. Preheat the oven, and text me if you think of anything else.

I laugh, put my phone into my pocket, grab my keys, and head to the store. Again.


Were on cake number three. Im beginning to believe that those who are musically gifted seriously lack talent in the kitchen-skills department. Sydney and I work really well together when it comes to writing music, but our lack of finesse and knowledge when it comes to mixing a few ingredients together is a little pathetic.

She insisted that we bake the cakes from scratch, whereas I would have grabbed the boxed mixes. But its been kind of fun, so Im not complaining.

She places the third cake in the oven and sets the timer. She turns around and mouths thirty minutes, then pushes herself up onto the counter.

Sydney: Is your little brother coming tomorrow?

Me: Theyre gonna try. They open for a band in San Antonio at seven tomorrow night, so as long as they get loaded up on time, they should be here by ten.

Sydney: The whole band? I get to meet the whole band?

Me: Yep. And I bet theyll even sign your boobs.

Sydney: SQUEEEE!

Me: If those letters really make up a sound, I am so, so glad I cant hear it.

She laughs.

Sydney: How did yall come up with the band name Sounds of Cedar?

Any time anyones asked how I came up with the name of the band, I just say I thought it sounded cool. But I cant lie to Sydney. Theres something about her that pulls stories about my childhood out of me that Ive never told anyone. Not even Maggie.

Maggie has asked in the past why I never speak out loud and where I came up with the name of the band, but I dont like to bring up anything negative that might cause her even the smallest amount of concern. Shes got enough to deal with in her own life. She doesnt need to add my childhood issues to that. Theyre in the past and theres no need to bring it up.

However, Sydneys a different story. She seems so curious about me, about life, about people in general. Its easy to tell her things.

Sydney: Uh-oh. Looks like I need to prepare myself for a good story, because you look like you dont want to answer that.

I turn around until my back is pressed against the countertop shes sitting on, and I lean against it.

Me: You just love the heart-wrenching stuff, huh?

Sydney: Yep. Give it to me.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

I often find myself repeating Maggies name when Im with Sydney. Especially when Sydney says things like Give it to me.

The last couple of weeks have been okay since our talk. Weve definitely had our moments, but one of us is usually quick to begin pointing out flaws and repulsive personality traits to get us back on track.

Aside from a couple of weeks ago, when our writing session ended with me having to take a cold shower, two nights ago was probably the hardest time of all for me. I dont know what it is about the way she sings. I can simply be watching her, and I get the same feeling I get when I press my ear to her chest or rest my hand against her throat. She closes her eyes and starts singing the words, and the passion and feelings that pour from her are so powerful I sometimes forget I cant even hear her.

This particular night, we were writing a song from scratch, and we couldnt communicate well enough to understand it. I needed to hear her, and although we were both reluctant, it ended with my head pressed to her chest and my hand resting against her throat. While she was singing, she casually brought her hand to my hair and was twirling her fingers around.

I could have stayed in that position with her all night.

I would have, if every touch of her hand didnt make me crave a little bit more. I finally had to tear myself away from her, but just being on the floor wasnt enough separation. I wanted her so bad; it was all I could think about. I ended up asking her to tell me one of her flaws, and instead of giving me one, she stood up and left my bedroom.

The way she had been touching my hair was a very natural thing for her to do, considering the way we were positioned. Its what a guy would do to his girlfriend if he were holding her against his chest, and its what a girl would do to her boyfriend if he were wrapped around her. But we arent those things.

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