?I can?t stand this any longer,? Sara said throwing down the book she was trying to read.
?First he is hot then ice cold. He has had more then enough time to decide what he wants to do. I am not going to sit around and waist any more of my life on him. Gilbert Grissom can just, who cares what he dose, certainly not me.?
Sara picked up the phone and called a friend of hers, ?Hey Betty, is Larry still looking for a date??
Her best friend had been begging her to go out with her brother now for the longest, but Sara always turned her down, hoping Gil would ask her out.
?He sure is,? Betty said. ?I?ll have him pick you up at 6:30. You two can grab a bite to eat and ( at this point she giggled ) let nature take its course.?
?Thanks,? Sara said. She hung up the phone and picked up the book again.
Suddenly her mind drifted back - back to the first time she lied eyes on Professor Gilbert Grissom. Those eyes, she got lost in them, they are the deepest blue.
His voice, man it did something to her that no man has ever been able to do with his hands.
?Stop it,? she said to herself. She had to stop thinking about him, but how? She loves him.
Glancing at her watch she realizes it is 5, an hour and a half till Larry shows up.
Standing in the shower she remembers the phone call that brought her to Vegas. He said he needed her, that was all he had to say.
She gave up everything to be near him and still he did nothing. She knows he cares for her, she can see it in his eyes.
?Why the hell can?t he just come out and say what she knows he feels,? she wonders out loud. It is 6:15 and she is dressed and ready for her date, the door bell rings.
?You are early,? she says opening the door. Her eyes can?t believe it, Grissom.
?I guess I am interrupting something,? he said very embarrassed.
?I have a date for dinner and a movie tonight,? she said cursing herself for ever asking to have Larry pick her up.
?Is there something I can help you with?? she asked. ?Uh no, not really,? he said turning and walking away.
As he hurried down her walk he bumped into a young man coming up it. ?Must be her date,? he said to himself.
Getting in his car he slams the door, ?Damn it. You sure messed things up this time.?
He had gone to Sara?s to ask her out, he had finally decided to act on how he felt. ?Looks like I was wrong,? he says, ?I guess she dose not care.?
?Who was that?? Larry asks looking back at Gil. ?My supervisor,? Sara tells him excepting the flowers he hands her.
?Flowers!? she says to herself. How she hates them, she would rather have a plant, at lest it is alive.
Sitting in the movie theater she remembers the first time Gil took her to see a movie. It was an out black and white movie shown in an old movie house in San Francisco. She smiles as she remembered how he shyly put his arm on the back of her seat. ?My god, Sara,? she said to herself, ?Get your mind where it belongs.?
After the movie they were sitting in the diner, Larry was asking about the movie. She could not remember anything about it because all she could think of was him.
?It was fine,? she tells him trying to make polite conversation. They eat in relative silence.
The next thing she knows they are standing at her door, he is saying something about how great a time he had and perhaps they could do it again.
She dose not answer. He goes to kiss her but she turns her cheek to him.
She changes into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, picks up her book again.
?Damn you Gil,? she says. He is on her mind every minute of every day. ?There can be no one for me but him,? she says sighing. ?I don?t care if it takes a million years, I will wait for you.?
In his townhouse Gil is sitting on his sofa, his head in his hands, ?I have to fix this, some how I have to. I love her to much to loose her.?
Had this one floating around in my head for a while. Let me know what you think and if I should continue.
