When Sparks Fly...Chapter 23

Hello everyone! I'm so glad so many of you are liking the story and are giving me such sweet comments, I truly love reading them and they are so nice to read! Please keep them coming and I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm sure you will! Also, please listen to this song by 'The Ordinary Boys' it's pretty essential to the chapter! I have such a thing with songs in my chapters, I hope you don't mind! Anyway, youtube it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mr9YHb3xRU and enjoy...

Some responses...
Tori-oohhh that is so freaky! But the story is purely made up just to reassure you. I use the names because I like them not because I know anyone with them!
Kathrine-it’s like whistling, like an owl saying ‘twittwoo’ in an innuendo way! I love that song, I was in a retro mood then and decided to throw some songs in it!
Llama-haha! I’m glad you like it! I don’t know, lines randomly pop into my head!
Gianna-yes, it probably is in a previous chapter! I don’t re-read my work so I just type what comes naturally and they’re quite a flirty couple so that line probs was in my mind to write it down again!

Ms.T-ahh, I’m so glad! There are a lot of emotions going on there! What you said was so lovely, and I think everyone loves Caesar too!
Pauline Bal-haha, yeah, she’s such a nosey parker. Ahh, everyone thought Abbie was going to be Mac’s new gf but I couldn’t do that to them all, that’s too cruel! Nah, Mac was the one hiding her away!
Mel-yeah, the sweetness of the couples is adorable to write about. Their little gestures are so cute! Yes, they need to build a bridge over Abbie, but will it be that simple? Ahh, I’m glad it made your night! Makes writing it worthwhile then!
SB-I have just looked it up and it’s actually a beautiful song and I think it does apply perfectly to the story! Strange I’ve never heard of it before now!
Dreandre-oh I know! If a guy recorded something for me I would marry him there and then! Seriously, it would be so romantic! Actually, I know someone who did that for his girlfriend, lucky thing! I love guys who are musically talented.

Amrit-I just thought it applied to the chapter perfectly and it brought back my childhood days so I had to use it! I think whenever they go out dancing sparks fly between them-it’s like their thing! I have such an eclectic taste in music, I’m probably more pop than anything else with some random songs thrown in too! Haha for Caesar’s song! Why do you say that? Because he’s practically all over the place! I love Nelly Furtdaos song! It’s one of my best friend and my fav song actually!
Nadine-ahh thanks! I loved your comment because I think you understand them. They do enjoy each others flaws as that’s what they love about each other. Yes, they balance each other out well I think. I’m touched you stayed on Buzzle because of ICBH! That means so much! Ahh, I’m not inspiring at all!
Phoebe!-Ahh you cutie! I’m so glad you liked it! Do you know what, I once broke my finger in basketball, but that’s what you get when playing against vicious girls! I’ve never played since then. Also I’d be pretty bad at it considering I’m only 5ft2 but you know, it’s fun! Ahhh, hey Phoebe’s boyfriend! Special shout out there! Ahhh, he sounds lovely knowing you like my stories!
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The next morning, I wake up with a really painful headache and groan as the morning light streams through Caesar's pathetic blinds. I cover my face with a pillow but it hurts so much to move. I roll over and nudge Caesar to wake him up. Caesar growls and grumbles ‘What Chick?’

‘I don’t feel well.’ I complain wobbling my bottom lip. I do feel so rough. I think I had a bit too much vodka for my liking and my head is now throbbing from all the head-banging dance moves I was pulling out last night.

Caesar turns around to face me and slowly opens his eyes to see me. He smiles weakly before saying ‘Go and get some painkillers from the cupboard then.’

I reluctantly get up and put Caesar’s huge jumper on and loll into his kitchen where I see Adele making something. ‘Hiya!’ She says chirpily. Oohh her voice hurts in the morning. ‘Oh, are you ok, Tori? Can I help you with anything?’

‘Would you mind getting the painkillers from the top of the cupboard please?’ I say pointing to the sky.

‘Sure.’ Adele then jumps up on the side and starts foraging around the guys cupboards for me. I hope she doesn’t fall over ‘Mm, is Nurofen ok?’

‘Fabulous.’ I take two tablets and knock them back with a glass of water and sigh. ‘How are you feeling today?’ I ask her as I sit down on the breakfast stool to regain some energy.

‘Um, a little woozy but ok. But you poor thing; I didn’t think you drunk that much either.’

Yes yes, I know I’m a lightweight. ‘I had a few too many vodka’s I think.’ My stomach then starts to turn and I feel myself rushing to the toilet bringing up just water and very little else. Oh God I hate hangovers. Caesar is such a bad influence on me.

As I wrench the pure poison up from my stomach, I notice a presence behind me at the door. I turn around after throwing up again and wiping me mouth to see Caesar shaking his head at me and he says teasingly ‘Did you do this just to make me get up?’

I stick my tongue out and say ‘I am never drinking again.’

He grins ‘But you had fun, so there’s the positive.’

I then feel some more liquid coming up my throat and I heave over the toilet as Caesar strokes my back and kisses my shoulder ‘Shit, Chick.’

‘No, it’s sick.’ I say sarcastically coming up from the toilet seat.

Caesar wrinkles his nose and says ‘Oh well, you’re not that sick then if you’re using sarcasm.’

‘I don’t feel well.’ I say holding my hair back.

‘I’d kiss you, but that’s a bit rank.’

‘This is so unromantic.’ I rest my back against Caesar’s radiator which has the faintest heat coming out of it. Oohh that’s nice.

Caesar lies opposite me and nods ‘Yeah, ill one, what have I done to deserve this wakeup call on my Saturday morning, hey?’

I pout my lips and say ‘You can go back to bed. I’ll be ok soon.’

But I start throwing up again and practically taste the cheap vodka sliding up my throat.

‘Don’t be stupid, I’m not going anywhere while my Chicken is sick.’ He says rubbing my back rhythmically.

‘I’m sorry,’ I mumble

‘It’s no trouble, baby.’ He leans across to me and kisses my cheek delicately and pouts his bottom lip in sympathy for me. Oh I love him.

Adele then looks in and smiles ‘Ahh Caesar, you treasure, you’re so cute looking after Tori.’

Caesar looks up and shrugs ‘Well she is my girlfriend, so I should be the caring boyfriend to make her feel better.’

Why not the loving boyfriend? Is that too much to ask for? Apparently so…

I smile and Adele winks at me before leaving. If only she knew…

‘Can I get you anything?’ He asks.

‘A hug?’ I say woefully.

Caesar smiles and opens his arms for me to snuggle up into. I sit on his lap on the bathroom floor with his arms wrapping around my waist protectively. He gently kisses the point below my ear and says ‘Why don’t you go back to bed and get some rest?’

I lean my head backwards onto his shoulder and sigh ‘Will you join me?’

‘Sure.’ Caesar then scoops me up into his arms bridal style and takes me back to bed like my Knight in Shining Armour. He places me on my side of the bed and then slithers in next to me…

‘Baby wake up,’ Caesar says.

I slowly open my eyes and see Caesar standing at the door, all dressed and looking every bit the Greek God with his mussed up hair to his ripped jeans and cardigan with his black rimmed glasses on. He’s a little short-sighted; bless him, as am I. But Caesar’s glasses make him look so sexy, like a sexy secretary, but the male version, of course!

‘What?’ I ask, not being able to lift my head off the pillow.

‘Will you come out here please?’ He says with a big beaming smile on his face.

‘Why?’

Caesar holds out his hand and I reluctantly stand up and follow Caesar out of his warm, cosy bedroom. This better be good.

‘Close your eyes,’ He whispers.

‘What? Caesar what are you doing? I can barely walk with my eyes open.’

Caesar grins and covers his hands over my eyes and says ‘It’s a surprise, Chicken.’

Caesar then walks me into the mystery place and then he releases his hands and we’re in the study where Caesar has completely illuminated the room in beautifully scented candles dotted around the room as the only light we have. There’s a picnic blanket in the middle of the room with no mess surrounding it but just his guitar is sitting on a chair. There's a sprinkling of rose petals around the blanket with a bunch of pillows by the side.

‘Surprise, Chicken.’ He whispers close to my ear.

‘What?’ I say in disbelief. I scan the room again, waiting for it to disappear like a mirage, but it’s staying here. Caesar’s done this for me and it is the most romantic thing I have ever seen before.

Caesar smiles at me and tells me to sit down on the picnic blanket.

He then picks up his guitar and I’m puzzled. I sit on the blanket and Caesar starts to strum on his guitar and then he begins to sing The Ordinary Boys song which makes my heart melt…

I'm not gonna to patronise ya
But trying to write down why I like ya
It doesn't make it any better
To just steal kind words off Phil Spector

And I know all these tired clichés
But I don't know which cliché to say
Because clichés don't have any impact
So I guess I will be matter-of-fact

Cos...It's so good to know ya
I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I'm so sorry that I'm losing
When other boys would leave you swooning
When I finally get my words together
I choke and they are gone forever

But words are words and they mean nothing
Surely I love you counts for something!
So let's be hasty, and let's be reckless
Just being with you leaves me breathless

Cos...It's so good to know ya
I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

It's so good to know ya
I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you....

After he says those final words I am officially sobbing at what he has done for me. Caesar sees my tears and says ‘Chick, um, are you ok?’

I nod frantically and say ‘Do you really? I mean, really, not like, you know, like, do you…’

I babble off and Caesar chuckles ‘Yes, Chicken, I really love you.’

I then crush my lips to Caesar’s and everything feels so right. There's a brief, beauitful silence between our kisses and this is the silence I've read so much about it romance books. The silence that tells you this is it. This is love. This is the feeling and sensation of love that you get from the perfect silence between our joining of lips.

Caesar pulls me down on top of him on the picnic blanket and soothingly caresses my back, skimming his hand up to the nape of my neck with his fire-like fingers singeing my skin.

Caesar moans against my lips and says again ‘I love you. I do love you. I love you so much.’

I open my eyes from kissing him and see Caesar staring into mine, roaring with love and lust for me and my heart skips a beat as Caesar wipes my tears away and kisses me along my nose like a sprinkling of raindrops.

I sit up, thus straddling his waist and glide my hands over his messed up hair and grin. Caesar winks at me and sits up, pulling me closer to him when I realise I haven’t said it back to him!

I gently cup his face in my hands and don’t break the eye contact when I say clearly meaning every word ‘Caesar, I love you too. I have been in love with you for ages now but was too scared to say it before now.’

Caesar laughs and says ‘Now that’s a lie; you’re a traditionalist, Chick, you were never going to say it before I did.’

A huge grin spreads across my face and he knows he’s right, this just makes the moment even more perfect because he knows me. He understands me and that is such a special gift to know ‘Fine, but still, it’s true, I have been in Iove with you for a long time.’

He gives me a proud smile as he says ‘I can see why.’

I bite my bottom lip teasingly and giggle ‘I love you.’ I say bursting with excitement.

Caesar nods and winks at me ‘And I love you too.’

‘I’ll never get bored of saying that.’

‘Good, because you’ll be saying it for a very long time, Chick.’

I process those fateful words and want to scream it from the rooftops that we’re both in love; this indescribable bubbly feeling I want to share with the world to make it a better place because nothing and no one is ever going to bring me down from the dizzy heights of cloud nine.

I lay back on Caesar’s toned torso and ask ‘Have you been planning all this?’

Caesar nods ‘Yeah, I wanted the timing to be right and seeing you in the bathroom so helpless made me fall even more in love with you since you wanted me to comfort you.’

I openly ahh at his romantic and sweet side and give him a big kiss on the lips ‘Will you play it for me again?’ I ask with a smile.

‘If you tell anyone I did this for you, Chick,’ He says lifting up his guitar shaking his head.

‘I promise-ish.’

‘Ish?’ He says raising an eyebrow.

I nod ‘Yes, ish, I won’t tell everyone but I have to tell Emily. Please?’

‘No!’

I laugh and say ‘She’ll just fall in love with you as much as I am.’

Caesar sighs and says ‘Ok, you can tell her, but if any guys find out missy, you are in deep trouble.’

‘Oohh am I? That sounds like a lot of fun.’ I say biting my bottom lip coquettishly.

Caesar nods then counts himself in as he starts to sing my new favourite song to me…

After spending the morning and early afternoon in our cosy love shack, Caesar and I are going for a walk around our local park like a true romantic couple. Caesar is holding me close as usual, with his hand slipping into my back jean pocket as we walk along the stony path. I love our closeness together, intimacy is so important in keeping us together, like they say, sex is the glue of a relationship.

As we stroll around the park, passing toddlers and elderly couples sitting on the park benches Caesar says in more of an outburst than a bit of general conversation ‘I’m going to see Abbie next weekend.’

He doesn’t look at me just stares into the distance. I wish he didn’t bring it up now. Why now of all times and days does he bring it up on the day when he declares his love for me? But I have to follow this through, this might be Caesar's only time openly talking to me about seeing Abbie and I have to listen.

I look up at Caesar and say ‘Does she know?’

He shakes his head ‘No, I know she won’t want to see me otherwise.’

My body shivers at the thought of Caesar spending time with Abbie again because he loved her before me. It’s a fact.

Yes I’m paranoid, but that’s me. I lack trust and belief. I’ve never been one to take someone’s word for it; I always want to know more, the full story right back at the beginning so I get the full picture of what is happening.

‘What are you going to say to her?’ I ask.

He shrugs and pulls away from me, taking some stale bread out of the bag and starts throwing it into the huge pond where three ducks are swimming about. I can’t help but think fate has placed them there for a reason; a sort of symbolism to warn me.

There are three of us in this relationship at the moment and until Caesar gets over Abbie, there will continue to be three until the end of it.

‘Going back there won’t change what we have here, Chick, you know that, don’t you?’ Caesar says as he sits on the mound near the duck pond. I loll over to where he’s sat and don’t respond, just looking into the distance.

‘Why did you tell me you loved me?’ I ask.

Caesar looks up stunned and says ‘Was I not supposed to?’

‘Why though?’

‘Because I love you and thought I should tell you.’

‘Why then and not any earlier or later? Why today?’

Caesar slips his hands into his pockets and says ‘Because I wanted it to be special for you to remember and I truly fell more in love with you seeing you in the bathroom wanting me so thought then was the time to tell you.’

I say nothing and tear a piece of bread off and throw it into the pond, aiming it at the mallard.

‘So you’re saying you said it because you felt sorry for me and saw that I wanted to be loved?’ I ask wanting him to clarify.

Caesar snorts ‘Oh don’t start that, of course not. I wanted to tell you I loved you, so I did.’

‘When did you fall in love with me?’

‘You’re interrogating me now.’ He says looking unimpressed.

I still stare at him for an answer and then Caesar gives in ‘Ok, I started falling in love with you in Brighton, but slowly, quite slowly; it wasn’t instant, but I started thinking about you at every minute of the day. After kissing you, I couldn’t get enough of you with your randomness or your sassy personality. I enjoyed arguing with you because it meant you cared enough to deal with a problem than leaving it unsettled. I always wanted to see you and know how you were. You were always on my mind and when I went out I used to think "Tor would like this" and I was becoming besotted with you. I know I wasn’t in love with you then, but I was falling back then, but now, well now I’ve officially fallen.’ He winks.

I can’t help but have a heavy heart as he says this, because there’s no giggling, teasing or joking around, it’s pure, raw emotion which he is sharing with me.

I sit down next to Caesar and link my fingers with his and rest my head against his chest.
‘I love you.’ He says to me, slowly, letting the words flutter through my ears and sink into my heart.

I love him too.

‘When did you fall in love with me then?’ He asks, a smug smile forming, I’m sure.

I hold his hand in mine and begin ‘When you told me about your past, I didn’t know if it was love, but then I realised it was and still is. You sharing that with me told me you trusted me. No one trusts me or cares about me like you do and I love it. I love you being with me. I feel so proud that I have such a creative and intelligent, gorgeous boyfriend who means the world to me, who puts up with my flaws and enjoys me. You like me for me and nothing else. I know that because when we’re spending the day together, just doing mediocre things, I know you don’t care what you’re doing because you’re with me and that is the most wonderful but scariest feeling in the world that I can do that to you, that I make you feel that way.’

Caesar takes in all my words then simply nods at the ends and says ‘You’re such a special sweetie, Chick. That was lovely to hear.’

I smile and tangle his hair around my fingers and kiss his nose. ‘I know.’ Caesar leans back on the grass and pulls me down with me, encircling me in his powerful arms as I ask ‘I hope you sort things out with Abbie and then when you get back here get some grieving help.’

He nods and says ‘Let’s see how things go, hey?’ planting a long kiss on my eager lips.

We then hear some people giggling at us which makes me sit up. I look all embarrassed, but Caesar laughs ‘It’s not funny.’ I point out, avoiding looking at the people who had caught us out.

He pokes his tongue out at me and says ‘Course it is,’ he places his hands on my face and turns me to face none other than Emily and Hayden.

I blush and Emily raises an eyebrow and says ‘I thought it was you two making out like no tomorrow.’

‘Oh shut up.’ I tease with a smile.

‘How was the party last night?’ She asks, resting against Hayden.

I sit up then answer‘It was amazing, but I got a bit too drunk and I’m now nurturing a hangover.’

Emily looks at Caesar and says ‘I hope you’re looking after my Tori.’

He nods ‘As much as I can.’

‘Good,’ she smiles, then continues ‘I’ll see you back home later so you can tell me all about it. Have a nice day and don’t spend too much time scaring the children away with your passionate kisses.’ She winks.

‘Funny,’ I say sarcastically.

Emily cackles and Hayden rolls his eyes ‘You sound like such a witch, Em.’

‘Yeah, so beware or else I’ll turn you into my munchkin.’ She retorts wickedly. ‘See you two.’

I watch Emily and Hayden walk off and it’s just mesmerizing how coupley they are. Hayden holds her in a certain way, not by the waist but by the shoulders, drawing her closer oh his body and Emily always loops one finger through his belt hoop when she holds on. It’s beautiful.

I wonder if we do anything like that.

I look at Caesar with a questioning look then ask ‘Do we have any special things?’

‘Special things? Well I have one special thing that really likes you,’ He says suggestively.

I grin at his innuendo ‘No, not like that, but like how Emily holds onto Hayden when they're walking together. Do we have special things like that?’

He nods assertively ‘Course we do.’

‘Like what?’

‘Well I call you Chicken which is a bit unusual. You always ruffle my hair and twist it around your finger when we wake up together. I know you’re awake when I feel my curls being pulled. I like to stroke your cheeks and you always reply I’m not a cat. In bed, you always lock one of your legs over mine and I draw little patterns on your abdomen to send you to sleep. You always like to wear the jumper I’ve worn that day as well. We do lots of ridiculously romantic and soppy things, Chick. There's an endless list.’

‘Ahh we do!’ I then ruffle Caesar’s hair and say elatedly ‘I love you. I love you so much.’

‘I know Chick, I love you too.’ Caesar wraps an arm around my waist and with his spare hand starts throwing some more bread into the duck pond where the three ducks have fallen to two.

‘They’re in love.’ I say, watching the two ducks bob along together.

Caesar nods ‘Just like us.’ He leans down and French kisses me tenderly whilst running his hand through my wavy hair.

But when we look up, the third duck is back.

Don’t let it be a sign.

Please don’t ruin what we’re building on, Abbie.

I don’t think I could cope losing the one thing I have in my life that keeps me living...
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