The Rumour Mill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 6 (v.1)

Submitted: January 02, 2013

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Submitted: January 02, 2013




New Beginnings

Two years later

Libby’s POV

I could hear the muffled voices of my mum and Elliot downstairs as I closed my bedroom door and headed for the stairs. His face beamed as soon as he caught sight of me, he watched me carefully as I descended the stairs.

“Bye mum” I said casually as I grabbed my bag off the banister.

“Don’t be too late back we’ve got an early start in the morning.” She reminded me with a stern look in her eyes. I nodded as I pulled on Elliot’s arm dragging him from the house.

The late September morning was warm and humid and as the light breeze passed over my face I felt a sticky sheen fall over it. I had left my now long hair down but I was already regretting it, the straight heavy blanket of hair which fell around my face and shoulders added to the uncomfortable heat of the morning, I sighed in irritation.

“What’s the matter?” Elliot asked as he lightly kissed my cheek.

“It’s just too warm” I complained, scrunching up my nose and frowning to emphasise my distaste.

“Come on, cheer up” he encouraged, “This is our last day together” he reminded me, I didn’t even bother to try to hide the sadness within my eyes as I swallowed loudly in a futile attempt at keeping my emotions under control.

“So what’s the plan for today?” I asked squeezing his hand a little tighter hoping a change of conversation topic would somehow lighten the mood. It seemed to do the trick, as suddenly his face was bright and excited.

“Well this morning I just thought we’d hang out at my house.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively making him look like a villain from the black and white silent movies.

“The parents are out for the morning, they’ve already left for church, and then they’re visiting my great aunt, I think she’s ill or she’s fallen over or something.” He shrugged his shoulders dismissively; I shook my head disapprovingly, not quite sure if it was at his lack of compassion for his elderly aunt or his one track mind.

His house was only a short walk from mine but the anticipation of what we would be doing for the next couple of hours had him impatiently urging me to walk faster. His impatience turning instantly to desire the moment we reached his front door. Within seconds I was in his room with his hands pulling at my clothes.

“What’s the hurry? I thought you said we had all morning?” I reasoned as he now turned his attentions to his own clothes.

“We do, but I don’t want to waste a single minute.” He kissed me then with an urgency which took my breath away. I was a little lightheaded when he finally pulled his lips away from mine and pulled me towards his waiting bed.

All too soon I could hear his parent’s car pull up in the gravel driveway, I sighed again as I quickly got out of bed and dressed. By the time his mum had made it up the stairs we had remade the bed, tidied ourselves up and inconspicuously turned on the TV, pretending to be watching the Sunday soap omnibuses.

“Hey kids” his mum greeted us cheerily, “Can I get you anything?” She asked as she poked her head through the open door.

“No thanks mum.” Elliot answered not bothering to pull his eyes away from the screen, “We’re just on our way out.” He concluded.

“Well then I guess I’d better say my goodbyes now then” She added as she walked further into the room holding her arms out open. I quickly realised this was my cue, so getting up from the floor I moved towards her waiting embrace.

“Oh Libby” she began a little tearfully, “I’m going to miss you so much round here, I think of you as my own daughter, and what with Elliot gone as well the place is just going to be so quiet.” She clung to me fiercely, squashing me to her ample chest.

“I know, I’m going to miss you too” I replied honestly, this only seemed to make her even more emotional, as I held her in my arms I could feel her body shudder and I knew she would soon be sobbing relentlessly.

“Let the poor girl go” Elliot’s dad reasoned as he eased his wife’s vicelike grip a little so I was able to back away from her. “We’ll all miss you love, and you know you’re always welcome even if Elliot’s still in Scotland.” Elliot’s mum nodded her agreement unable to speak. I could hear her crying as her husband led her away and back down the stairs.

“Well that was...uncomfortable” Elliot grimaced, giving me an awkward look.

“Hmmm, imagine how upset she’s going to be tomorrow when she has to let you go.” I sympathised, knowing his mum would be hysterical.

“Yeah, it’s not going to be pretty.” He added shaking his head; I could sense the hint of a smile at the edge of his lips so I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“I just noticed your top was on inside out.” He was smiling now, watching as my blush coloured my cheeks. “Don’t worry” he soothed, “You could have been in your underwear and she wouldn’t have noticed, not today.” His hands were already reaching to help me out of my t-shirt; I slapped him away and quickly fixed it myself.

As soon as I was dressed, again, he pulled me to him and held me in a tight embrace, his fingers edged under the hem of my top as his hands stretched over my waist; he drew me closer to him so his body was pressed impossibly tight to his. As he held my gaze, his tourmaline green eyes searched mine, looking deep into my very core he sighed and a look of resignation danced across his features.

“I love you Libby.” He nodded the works, “And no distance will ever change the way I feel about you.” He lifted my chin and drew me closer, I could feel his breath as he paused before continuing. “I loved you from the moment I saw you” he admitted as he brushed a stray curl of hair out of my eyes and back behind my ear.  “That first day when you looked up at me, your grey eyes almost translucent with first fear and then relief, I swear I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.”

“You always were my hero.” I said smiling up at him as I reached up to kiss him lightly on his lips. “What am I going to do without you?” I pouted only barely concealing the dread in my tenor.

“You won’t be without me, I’ll see you all the time, either you’ll visit or I’ll come down to you, plus we’ll talk everyday on skype and we can text. Jeeze, I’ll probably see more of you than I ever have.” His consoling words did little to improve my despairing mood.

“But it won’t be the same” I whispered as I lowered my eyes hoping the tears I was trying so hard to contain didn’t burst over the rims of my lower lids, I blinked furiously trying to regain control.

“No it won’t be the same, it’ll be even better” He promised, again holding me impossibly tight against his body. “And the sex will be fantastic” as he spoke his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, with the tension eased we both laughed now, laughed at his one track mind. “Well just think about it, if I haven’t seen you all week, I haven’t been able to taste your lips, run my hands over your damn fine body, watch as you slowly undress, hear you moan as I kiss from your neck downwards...” He paused for a second clearly trying to calm himself down, with his parents downstairs we knew there was no chance of relief for his uncomfortable erection pressing forcefully against the constraints of his jeans. “Well let’s be honest, you’re going to get it.” His brilliant, cheeky smile filled his face contagiously.

“Oh you’re such a romantic” I criticised whilst laughing along with him.

“Romance, smomance” he scoffed, “A man has needs, and I need you baby, I always will.” He then leaned in and kissed me, the love in his touch was palpable, as my body melded around his, my worries for our future was temporarily forgotten; all of my senses consumed with him and fire spreading throughout me as we kissed.

The day passed with merciless haste and all too soon he was walking me home. I dragged my feet hoping to prolong our time together the thought of not seeing him tomorrow was almost unbearable, he smiled down at me his tourmaline eyes filled with warm humour.

“What are you smiling at?” I complained sharply but his grin just widened. “Aren’t you going to miss me at all?” I knew I was being silly but I wanted him to show he was as miserable as I was.

“You have no idea how much I am going to miss you, it’s breaking my heart knowing that instead of the quarter mile walk to your house there will now be a four hundred and five point four mile distance between us.” I smiled at the exactitude of his answer, noticing my grin he added, “And yes I have checked, several times.”

“I’m sorry” I said quietly, suddenly embarrassed by my juvenile behaviour. “I guess I’m just a bit scared, London just seems so far away, I‘ll have no friends and after the last time I’m really not looking forward to starting over.” I admitted glumly.

“Now hold on a minute” He interrupted me holding up one finger to emphasise his point. “Now you are not going to be completely alone, are you?” I groaned loudly knowing exactly where this was headed. “Your good friend Tom will be there, I’m sure Mr Butler will be more than happy to help you out if you start feeling homesick.” His tone was mocking and irritating.

“I’d sooner die a slow and painful death than ever ask him for anything.” Elliot laughed knowing this was mild for the way I still felt about Tom and what had happened on my first day. “I can’t believe he, of all people is going to the same uni as me, I mean how the hell did he even get in? I worked my butt off for two years to get the grades I simply can’t believe he’s the academic type, in it for the long haul.” I mused more to myself than Elliot.

“Well I guess this is it.” Elliot said sadly, pulling my out of my rant, I opened my mouth to speak, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say but I knew I wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet, almost reading my mind Elliot kissed me gently, stopping my words before they were ever spoken.

“We are not going to say the ‘G’ word” he instructed, “No, I will see you in London in 12 days and I will text you tomorrow when I arrive in Edinburgh, okay?” He nodded prompting me to hold it together and nod my acceptance.

“Yeah, I’ll text too, love you.” My voice broke on the last word and I knew I could no longer keep my emotions in check. Despite my best efforts I knew my bottom lip was shaking and my eyes were filling with tears.

“Please don’t cry” he begged before holding my face in his hands and kissing me hard. Powerful emotions charged through my body, creating havoc in their wake, I pulled him to me, wrapping myself around him as I urgently searched for the overwhelming amnesia you can only get from a kiss, a heart-stopping, love filled kiss.

Breathless and slightly dizzy I eventually pulled away from our truss, instinctually knowing words would fail me, instead I kissed his cheek indicating my departure and walked up the path to my house, I focused on the door not trusting myself to sneak a glance back to where I knew Elliot would be stood watching me.

As I closed the door behind me my resolve disappeared and my relentless tears started to fall down my face in torrents, my body shuddering as I lost control to the overwhelming sense of loss suddenly consuming me.

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