Hillarys - Take 2 : Part Two

We lay there on the grass, listening to the music, watching the sunset. I’d had the camera out, taking advantage of the palm tree framed sunset. The evening crept up on us and it got cold. I was ok for the most part; he on the other hand, wasn’t coping so well. I’d brought a short coat, which I offered, half in jest but I wasn’t that surprised when he accepted. He looked rather comical in the red coat, not that either of us cared; at least he was warm.

After a while, as he took it off he said, “I thought you would have wanted to get a photo”. Being the photo crazy person I am, he was surprised I hadn’t pulled out the camera the moment he put it on. What surprised me was how accepting he was of having his picture taken. When I first met him and until now he would turn away or hide his face from the camera. This night, he put the jacket back on and even posed for the photos. It was very good progress in my eyes. It also meant I didn’t feel quite so awkward about taking his photo.

We lay there, just listening to music for a little while; it was so comfortable to just be together, not having to say anything. I turned to watch him; he looked so peaceful and happy. I had to get a photo of that moment; I didn’t care if he thought I was weird, ok maybe I cared a little but not enough to stop me. I got the camera out, but he’d felt the movement and he was looking at me, laughing as I took the picture. It wasn’t the photo I planned but it’s one of my favourites. It’s an honest, pure laugh, written all over his face. I made him close his eyes again, to ignore me. He did as he was told and let me capture the moment; just as perfect as before.

We were laying on our stomachs, facing away from the water. Each time I looked over, it was so obvious how cold he was. He was holding his arms underneath his body to try to keep warm. The only thought running through my head was how much I wanted to get right next to him, and put my arm around him. To use our body heat to keep us warm. The next thought that followed was the one I hated, "You shouldn't. You can't let him get attached remember?" Sometimes I wish I could have just turned my conscious off. I made do by putting my forearm right next to his, it sounds as lame as it was. He was cold!! What's a girl to do? Lo and behold, our arms got warmer. After my a while he hadn't moved or commented and I started to feel a little foolish, so I moved my arm back. Move made, not returned. Oh well.

The sun having made it’s way behind the boats in the harbour and the cold finally getting to us, we decided to leave. We weren’t really dressed to head out for the evening and I don’t think we were in the mood either. We came to the conclusion to head to my house. It was comfortable, effortless, besides, I’d managed to do a lot more work on the place and I wanted to show it off. The new carpets had been laid, the flooring was on its way to being finished in the living areas and some of the furniture was beginning to make itself at home.

We sat on the bed in the spare room, big enough for both of us to sit on and not be too close. It was my turn to show him the kind of music I was into, nothing quite so different as Dubstep. I remember being self-conscious, like I was exposing a part of myself that I hadn’t shown before. I actually cared what he thought, like he wouldn’t want to hang out with me because of my taste in music. It is as ridiculous as it sounds, but I wanted to make a good impression. The only song I recall sharing was ‘Do You Wanna’ by The Kooks. Being a ‘word person’, the songs I like generally have lyrics I can identify with. It’s not just about the music for me; the story within it has to mean something too. The lyrics are innocently explicit and the sound holds a lot of attitude. It really did sum up the very base of what I was feeling for him. I can’t remember his reaction to the song, all I remember was dying of curiosity on the inside. Craving to know whether he realised it wasn’t a song I was sharing but actually a question I was asking.

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