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Chapter 19 "Here." Tim said, giving an envelope each to Beth and Bobbie. Looking inside, there were two crisp hundred dollar bills in each. "It's your share of the profit. Wouldn't be fair if you didn't get something." "Oh, Heather and I can go shopping..."Beth asked, peering into the envelope. She looked back at Tim "What did you do with your share?" "I bought Bobbie's gift, and a couple of pizzas." He smiled at her. "The rest I'm putting back into the bakery. I wanna open the day after graduation. Well, two days." "Well, then. That settles it." Bobbie said, returning the envelope."Keep it. If we're going to do this, let's do it right." Beth thought about it, and handed hers back. Tim took one of the bills out and gave it back to her. "Go ahead, go shopping. You deserve it." He said. Glancing back at Bobbie, "Are you sure?" "Not this time. Let's just keep focused on that Daily Grind order. Thanksgiving's coming up. That means shopping season, that means bigger orders." Tim hadn't thought about that. That was one of the things he liked about her the most, the way she sometimes seemed to solve problems that hadn't arisen, or effortlessly being there at the precise moment. "You're right. Got any holiday themed ones yet?" "Hmm, let me get back to you." Bobbie said, noticing a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. "You've always got something cookin'. See ya later." Bobbie's mind started turning. Several ideas were bubbling. As she went through her day, she did her tasks on autopilot. Fruitcake? No real schoolwork was getting done with the Thanksgiving holiday coming up, she made absentminded notes and doodles in her notebook. Candy cane? Looking down she had not only written Tim's name, but also her own, with tiny smiley faces dotting the 'i's. Shocked, she turned the page, somehow not feeling right. Cranberry Orange? Her mind wandered. Later that evening, Sylvia and was having dinner with Bobbie. "Mom, would it be okay if Beth and her dad came for Thanksgiving? It's just the two of them. I think I can take care of everything. I just think it would be nice, they could use the company." Bobbie asked. "I don't see why not. We haven't had a real Thanksgiving here since..." Sylvia trailed off, remembering that last 'real' Thanksgiving. Bobbie inwardly winced, she remembered. Was that the really the last one? "Sure." Sylvia smiled. "It'll be nice to have some adult company for a change." The door opened, it was Kim, she was wearing sunglasses even though it had begun getting dark. "Hey, guys. Roxx and I grabbed a burger. I've got homework. G'night." She had disappeared up the stairs, the sound of her door heard off in the distance. "Kim?" Sylvia said, raising her voice a little. "It's okay, Mom," Bobbie said. "You did okay with her, she's pretty smart." Sylvia smiled. "Just like her brother." * * * * * It was that time all students dread, finals. There was a palpable darkness as students succumbed to sleeplessness, and endless cups of coffee from Daily Grind. Bobbie had been right about the increase in the order. Mortal Choklate was suffering fatality after fatality, and Great White North was turning into desolate, white wrappers. Bobbie was showing Beth and Tim her notes for the new holiday flavors. There was a general friendliness in the air. Working with them had become a high point of the week. Every week, Bobbie got her own 80s movie montage, complete with music. "So we're going to need the candied fruit, pecans, cranberries and candy canes added to the shopping list for next week." Bobbie told them. "With the increase in the order , we should be able to add more flavors with no problem, might just take us a little longer." She spend the next twenty minutes explaining the new flavors. A fruitcake(The Royal Tannenbaum), a chocolate candy cane(The Clark Griswold), and a cranberry orange custard filled cupcake(The John McClane). "Bobbie, how are you so good at this? We better get started. I have an appointment tomorrow." Tim said, turning to the mixers. "Oh," Bobbie said. "Okay. No problem. Beth." "Hmm," Beth said, looking at the recipes. "Tell your dad that you're coming to have Thanksgiving with Kim and I. Just can't the thought of you two by yourselves." "R...really?" Beth smiled broadly. "Of course. I'll tell him" Time passed quickly. With songs in their hearts and batter crusted under their fingernails all the prep work was laid out to make the next day's work go smoothly. Roy came to pick up Beth. She bounded out to the car, Bobbie followed. It was obvious that Beth was breaking the news from the way she got animated. Bobbie knocked on the window. Beth rolled the window down. Roy offered his knuckles again, Bobbie bumped smiling. "So, Thanksgiving at your house, huh? Looking forward to it." "See ya at school, Bobbie." She turned and waved. "Bye, Tim." "Later, Beth." Tim said. He watched them drive away." So, Bobbie, that just leaves us. Want me to walk with you?" "Something wrong with the Vespa?" Bobbie asked. "No," Tim said. "Just a nice night is all." He offered her a hand. "It'll be fun, I promise." Bobbie took his hand and felt a rush of warmth. His touch felt good, reassuring. Bobbie lifted her right foot and took the first step. Tim didn't let go. They started walking. Bobbie realized that she and Tim were still holding hands two blocks later. They talked of many things. Of spaceships and sponge cake, of music and meringue, love and lemons. Bobbie felt so comfortable opening up to him, like she could tell him almost anything. When they finally reached Bobbie's house, she was wearing Tim's jacket. He insisted, she protested, secretly wanting to be surrounded by his smell. "See you tomorrow, Tim." Bobbie said with grinning eyes. "On the flip side," he said. Bobbie realized that she hadn't let go of his hand as he started to walk away, stretching out the touch as long as she could. She watched him walk away until he turned the corner. Entering the house, there was yelling. "Kim, get back here. You don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you," Sylvia yelled, receiving a slam in reply "What's going on?" Bobbie asked. "Kim is in big trouble. I found this in her room." She held up a cigarette butt. Sylvia stomped upstairs and more yelling was heard. Bobbie stayed downstairs until Sylvia returned. "Dammit, Bobbie," Sylvia began, exasperated. "I don't want the same thing to happen to her..." "I know, but... she's going to make mistakes. All you can do is hope they realize what they're doing." "I hope for her sake that she does. I'm starting to dislike this Roxx the way I disliked Melanie." Sylvia looked like she tasted something rotten. Maybe she did. Bobbie winced at the mention of her name, and realized she had a point. Chapter 21 Roxx was getting impatient. "Can't we just do it now? It would be so easy to..." "Patience, pet. We could. But it would be so much better if it was closer to the finish line. Don't you think?" Lust stroked the back of Roxx's neck "It's just a matter of time." And if there's one thing Lust had, it was time. Knock, knock. Bobbie looked up from the pile of potatoes she was peeling. "Mom, can you get that?" Sylvia was up and at the door quickly. She opened it to reveal Beth and her father. Bobbie could see that someone insisted that Mr. Rivers visited Heather. His hair had been cut, giving him a less slovenly appearance, and he was wearing a suit and tie. Bobbie could see that he wasn't comfortable in it, but smiled he had made the effort. "Hi, you must be Sylvia. Roy," Roy said, shaking her hand. Bobbie thought he looked nervous. "Here. Wasn't sure what kind to get." He flourished a bottle of wine. "Thank you, Roy. Hi Beth." "Hi Miz Pointe. Bobbieeee!" Beth ran past Sylvia into the kitchen. "Need any help? I can get those potatoes. How much longer does the turkey have? When..." She asked all the right questions, and was up to speed in no time." Kim came downstairs wearing the same sunglasses she'd been seen in a lot lately. "Takin' off, Mom." Sylvia looked at her. "Where are you going?" "Roxx doesn't have anybody. I'm gonna spend it with her, watch some Twilight Zone. Don't freak out, it's casual.Just..." "I don't like her, Kim. Why can't you..." Kim coiled, eyes becoming nuclear cooling vents "Why can't I what, Mom?" When Sylvia opened her mouth to answer... "Whatever." Kim slammed the door behind her. Beth looked after her shocked. Bobbie was a little stunned. Sylvia was the most surprised of all, her ashen face saying everything that needed to be said. But no one understood it. Bobbie understood. All too well, she'd seen this all happen before. It seemed to be playing out the same way. She wouldn't, couldn't let that happen. But how to stop it? "Sorry," Sylvia apologized to Roy. "I don't like her girlfriend." "Girlfriend?" Roy asked. "Daddy," Beth said, selecting a new potato to peel. "She's, she's..." "Gay," she whispered. "Oh?" Roy looked at Sylvia. Sylvia looked at the wine. "Bobbie, could you get out the corkscrew and bring some glasses?" "So, we were eating the contest entries. We could have eaten the million dollar winner. Wouldn't have known." Sylvia finished. Roy laughed. Dinner had been amazing. Bobbie's stuffing made with ground pork, cilantro and water chestnuts was a hit. The turkey was perfectly juicy. All the extras could have come from a professional caterer. Even the sweet potato pie was a hit. Roy and Sylvia had talked until the bottle of wine was gone. There was relief in both of their voices, the relief borne of adult conversation. Today, for the first time in an interminably long time, they could talk and not worry or care what they might say. The wine loosened their tongues. Beth and Bobbie retreated to Bobbie's room to discuss the bakery, the Winter Ball... ...and Tim. Beth absently looked at the DVDs on the shelf. "You sure watch a lot of movies. I've never even heard of half of these. But I love this one. Lloyd really loved her. I always thought that huge radio would be heavy." A picture fell from between ...Say Anything and Sword of Vengeance. Beth picked it up and laughed. "That's Kim?" Beth asked seeing a younger version of the badass bass player for Grrl Army, one with her hair in pigtails and wearing a bright yellow dress. Bobbie came over and looked at the picture. It was one of the old family pictures. Sylvia stood there with out of date clothing and a much shorter haircut, Kim in a state of girlish glee. Jeff also stood there, smiling, and finally Robb, a Robb that had yet to know how bad things could get. "That's Robb isn't it?" Beth asked. "What was he like?" Bobbie stared at picture. It was Robb alright, hair askew and standing at odd angles. "Afraid, I guess." She saw his life objectively now. "He was afraid of almost everything." It was weird to hear it out loud. "After his dad died, " She pointed to everything. "He came home and read books and watched movies. He got brave at the wrong moment. He met a girl who... was bad for him." "Oh, I bet he was nice. He was wasn't he?" "You would have liked him." Bobbie looked at Beth, she looked so innocent. She was such a nice girl."He would have liked you, too" "You'll find someone. And they'll deserve you." Beth smiled, "I know. I just wish I had someone." "You have me," Bobbie said. Chapter 22 Tensions strained at the house as Kim became more and more scarce. Bobbie only really saw her for band practice. Sylvia was at wit's end with Kim. Bobbie couldn't help, either. Kim seemed to be unfindable. An awkward conversation with Mary yielded no other information. She was showing up for school, with Roxx, or closed up in her room. Bobbie saw what was happening. She knew this is what it looked like when Robb had started dating Melanie. What could she do? Everything seemed to only serve to push her further. She only hoped she could help Kim see reason soon. Cupcake sales at Daily Grind had been, stupendous. There was talk of a second order, The new holiday cupcakes disappearing like the season's hottest toy on Black Friday. Tim had finally insisted that Bobbie take some of the money. The signs were due to be delivered just before the start of the winter break. Talk of the ball overtook nearly all of the social circles, and preparations had begun in earnest. There were banners and posters, photo packages and meal selections, corsages and boutonnieres. Semester finals breezed by, Bobbie doing quite well. Out of boredom, she often doodled in her pad, or stared around the room blankly. Some found her spacy, but she displayed a level of awareness that bordered on prescience. Kim hadn't done so well, her grades dipping into 'D's territory. The weather started to turn cold and snow began to fall. However; that wasn't the only chill Bobbie felt. It was an overcast Saturday in mid December and the morning of the Winter Ball. The members of Grrl Army decided to have their own pre party. Heather, Beth, and Amber helping Bobbie and Bella, preparations took hours. Bobbie and heather walked around with their hair in curlers for at least half the day. Bobbie chafed at the notion, but Heather insisted that this was going to be a special moment in her life, and she was going to look spectacular, even if it killed her. They talked at length about it after Bella and Amber left to finish preparations at home. "Think of it as a renewal. Where were you last year? Six months ago?" Heather asked, sipping Diet Coke from a can through a straw. "You've had a rough year. Leaving your family, losing Robb." She put her hand on Bobbie's. "But look at the other side. Since you came to Delacroix... well you helped Kim for what that's worth. You met us and Beth. I wouldn't have met Beth. Tim would still be... blecch." Heather stuck out her tongue. Bobbie laughed. "And the cupcakes, and the bake sale. The bakery..." She saw Bobbie's nails. "Bobbie, when's the last time you had a manicure?" As the sun began to sink in the west, the dying light cast beautiful, irreproducible colors against the newly fallen snow. Bobbie sipped cocoa with a candy cane stir. Her hair was curly for the second time in her life. Bobbie had to admit that Heather had done it better. The curls cascaded over her shoulders, her bangs framed her face. It was tacky to the touch, but Heather assured that it would hold for the night. Her makeup was flawless, Bobbie's blue eyes nearly glowed, her fingertips lacquered azure. Blue teardrop earrings dangled from each lobe, a string of blue gemstones ringed her slender neck. And the dress did the rest. It looked positively ethereal on. The strapless dress was a floor length gown made of ice blue satin and tulle. Tiny gems decorated the bodice. It hugged every inch of her waist. This is my power armor now, she mused. She was in Heather's living room waiting with her and Beth. They were all dressed. A limo had been ordered and they were just waiting. Beth was similarly made up and also dressed in a gown. "You're going, period." Heather had told her, Beth had acquiesced. "You know, Bobbie. I screwed up royally," Heather said absently. "What do you mean? I have listened to you haven't I?" "My point exactly. You look better than I do. Have to admit I was right about the color though," Heather said, her voice tinged with mock jealousy. The limo pulled up, crunching small errant rocks on Heather's driveway. The girls left the confines of Heather's house , light jackets covering their shoulders. Tim jumped out of the back of the vehicle. He was wearing black slacks, shiny dress shoes. A grey, tailored jacket covered his arms, his shirt was white with an ice blue tie and pocket square. Bobbie saw him, he looked... well, grown up. She couldn't see the shoe gazing Tim she had first met. Tim's face fell upon seeing her. Here she was again, proving that she was an angel. The first thing he saw was how her eyes glowed. "Hey there, Bobbie Blue." He said, an almost imperceptible shakiness in his voice. He hugged her carefully. "You look amazing." He whispered. Turning back to the car, Tim waved at someone. An overweight guy stepped out of the car wearing a recent suit. A shriek from behind her called her back to the present. "STEEEVE!" Beth said, nearly knocking Bobbie and tripping on the hem of her dress. They collided as Steve lifted Beth off the ground slightly. "I know it's a little late, but. Beth, would you go to the dance with me?" He said. "YES!" Beth cried. "Oh, you're gonna mess up my makeup." She sniffled. Heather was walking out to the limo. Bobbie and Tim met up with her. "Heather?" Bobbie began. "What just happened?" Heather smiled her evil smile. "Remember that party we played?" "Of course." Bobbie and Tim both said, their different experiences causing vivid memories. "That guy," Bobbie said. "But he's in college. How..." "He graduated last year, he's 18. I got the paperwork in early. They hit it off so well at the party... She needs this just as much as you do. I paid him to keep an eye on her at that party" She giggled a little "Heather!" Bobbie looked at her. She's only 15. Isn't that..." "He's not going to do anything wrong." Heather said, waving her hand nonchalantly. "He is my cousin after all." "Why didn't you tell us?" Bobbie asked. "She might have found out. The three of you spend a lot of time at the bakery. I thought it would do her good. I'm going to make a woman out of her yet." Heather smiled. "You kids have a good time." "Aren't you coming?" Beth asked. "I'm Bella and Amber's ride. We're going stag." She laughed. "Now go on, shoo." They piled into the spacious back of the limo; Beth and Bobbie, Steve and Kim. The long, black vehicle cruised at a medium speed around Delacroix. Bobbie looked at the town where Robb grew up. It had changed. Some of the old fast food places were still there, boarded up. Bobbie recognized where they were... His and Melanie's old apartment, it had been four months since she'd left and hadn't looked back. The area around their old window had been blackened. She could see from the lack of duct tape that the glass had been replaced. Bobbie wondered who lived there now. They arrived at The Shelton and stood with the throng of other girls in their multicolored gowns and dresses, complimenting each other. The boys stood around in their suits, trying their best to be adults and spend time with a special someone. Bobbie looked around. It was a little overwhelming. So many people, even everyone's combined darkness couldn't pierce the brightness of everyone's mood. The banquet hall seated the attendees of the ball as they were served their beef or chicken dishes (Tim and Bobbie agreed it was overcooked and under seasoned.) When the dance floor opened up and the lighting was turned on, the hall became bathed in white, tiny specks of light dancing along the walls. The music started, couples taking to the floor immediately. There was an enjoyable chaos, Bobbie noticed, everyone nervous about everyone else. It was recent dance music, and top 40 standards. The first slow dance was announced as the throbbing music faded out, the synthesized strains overtaking the formerly loud hall. The dancers stopped their modern dances, breaking off into couples. The girls stepped forward, the boys slid arms around the smalls of the girls' backs. Bobbie and Tim were no exception. Every movement in the dress caused a torrent of sensations as the satin and tulle brushed against her bare legs. She looked at Tim, who was staring into her eyes, lost. Let's dance in style/ let's dance for a while... The warmth of Tim's hand made the nerves in Bobbie's back dance. The contact of their bodies was nuclear. She felt close, protected...safe. Let us die young or let us live forever.... He held onto Bobbie, rocking from one foot to the other, keeping pace. He saw the whole universe in her eyes. He could smell lilacs and brown sugar under her perfume. This girl had come out of nowhere and now here she was, slow dancing with him. He couldn't imagine anyone he'd rather be doing this with right now. Or ever. Can you imagine when this race is won? Turn our golden faces into the sun... Bobbie felt Tim's closeness, smelled his wood and leather smell. Looked up into that smile, and his soulful brown eyes.... Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever or never? Tim's body pressed lightly against Bobbie, she felt his torso against hers. Her breasts responded and a tingling tightness began to spread out from her center. Some are like water and some are like heat. Some are the melody and some are the beat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Beth and Steve, locked together and dancing awkwardly. Together, they looked like they were having such a good time. Even in the lowered light, Bobbie could make out Beth's smile. Tim noticed as well. "That's my cue, I guess." He smiled. Bobbie looked at Tim, wondering what it was he meant. So many adventures couldn't happen today. So many songs we forgot to play. "I like you, Bobbie Sharpe," Tim said, she could feel the thudding of his heart. "Like you that way." So many dreams are swinging out of the blue We let 'em come true. Tim started to lean his head forward, his lips parting. Bobbie was struck, the smell, the heat, his closeness coherent thought was a jumble of mismatched threads. She tilted her head up, parted her lips and closed her eyes. Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever or never? She let his tongue touch hers, it wasn't weird at all. This moment completely unlike how she had thought it would be. Their tongues writhed against each other, their mouths pressed tightly together. Swaying and kissing, the song ended. The dj said something and the song changed to something a little more uptempo. With Bobbie and Tim still dancing to the beat of the song in their heads, eyes locked, lips occasionally touching. Tim went to go get some punch while Bobbie looked around at the scene. The other couples were dancing in a display of sound and color. With a feeling of such lightness that she felt she must be levitating, it was almost like she couldn't breathe in enough. Bobbie stood there, drinking it all in. Robb was only a memory, and Bobbie thought of her new life and... "Bobbie." There was a hand on her shoulder. With a start, she realized it was Amber. "Oh," Bobbie smiled distractedly. "Amber, hey." She looked around. "Where's your date?" "Bella and I came together. We're lending support to Heather. We did this last year." She pointed at Beth and Steve." We decided it's her turn." "You mean you didn't get dates because..? Why?" Bella walked up. "Because, you silly bitch. You fuckin' deserve this. You just fuckin' rock" She held up her hand in the devil horns and stuck her tongue out, looking highly incongruous in her peach taffeta dress. Tim returned with the punch. He offered Bobbie a cup. She sipped at it pensively. "But," Bella continued, grabbing Tim by an arm. "I'm borrowing him." Tim's punch sloshed in the cup, narrowly keeping it all in. Amber grabbed his cup from him as he was led helplessly away by the tomboyish Bella. Bobbie giggled, still intoxicated by the dance. "Bobbie," Amber started, brushing an errant red hair from her forehead. "I've been meaning to ask you. What's wrong with Kim? I mean, you live with her..." Bobbie's mood was darkened at the thought of her sister. "I don't know, teen rebellion? She's been practically joined to Roxx's hip for weeks. Mom's mad at her a lot lately, too." "There you guys are." Heather walked up, cup in her hand. "I was wondering where you all got to, where's..."She scanned the crowd for Bella. "Oh, there she is." "Speaking of Kim, anyone see her?" Bobbie asked, suddenly worried. If they saw something wrong... "Oh, yeah. She's off in a dark corner making out with Roxx." Heather said. "I don't know what she sees in her."She lowered her voice "could do better". She brightened quickly "With my mom coming home next week, though, I've got too much on my plate to think about it." "You're mom's coming home?" Amber asked. "Yeah, she'll be here for a week, There's a break in the shooting. So, Christmas." Heather said. The song ended and Tim and Bella returned. "You were fuckin' great, kid," Bella said, kissing Tim on the cheek. He blushed as he realized that some of her lipstick stuck to him. "Bobbie," Amber said, handing Tim's cup to Bella."I'm sorry, but I need to borrow him, too." Amber captured Tim's arm and back out to the dance floor he went. "He's either really fuckin' nervous, or he's a fucking awful dancer." Bella said smiling. "But he's yours, and he fuckin' likes you." Bella seemed like she was just giving Bobbie a hard time. Bobbie smiled. When the next song ended, Amber and Tim returned to the group. They were all smiling and laughing. Bobbie felt....high. Is that the right word? She smiled at Tim, he smiled back. Everything They chatted, sipping their punch. When the next slow dance came, Tim offered his hand to Bobbie. "May I have this dance?" Tim offered his hand. Smiling and nodding, Bobbie went out there silently. Welded together, they slowly swayed. There is freedom within there is freedom without Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup There's a battle ahead many battles are lost But you'll never see the end of the road While you're travelling with me "I'm fuckin' jealous. How is it she just shows up, finds the right fuckin' guy, and we all still fuckin' like her?" Bella sipped at Tim's forgotten punch. Amber nodded. "There's somebody for everyone." The redhead said. "My luck, he lives in Zimbabwe." Heather laughed. Hey now, hey now, Don't dream it's over... "Sometimes, they're closer than you think." Said the singer; eyeing Kim in her dark suit with white tie. She was latched to Roxx's painted on dress. The unlikely pair disappeared out of the hall and into the night. Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in They come, they come to build a wall between us... After the last dance of the evening, the young revelers spilled out of the Shelton and broke off into groups, each heading for the afterparties. Beth and Steve arrived at the limo, smiling and giggling and holding hands. They had a good time, that much was readily apparent. They were starry eyed, Bobbie noticed. So was Tim, she concluded that she must be too. Steve helped Beth into the Limo, followed by Bobbie. Steve entered, then Tim, finally closing the door. They didn't go to any of the parties, but elected to drive around with the sun roof open and take turns standing out of it and staring up at the night sky. Tim stood there with his arm around Bobbie, his touch blocking the chill rush of air that hissed past the car. Bobbie remembered seeing the stars before, but never like this. It was wonderful. Beth got dropped off at home just a few minutes past her midnight curfew. From the glow of the light, it was obvious that Roy had stayed up late. Their silhouettes merged as they hugged. The Limo pulled up to the bakery. "Last stop, everybody out," Steve said. "Bobbie, I'll give you a ride. C'mon." Tim handed Bobbie her purse and led her out of the limo. "What about Steve?" Bobbie asked. "I'll be fine, he'll just drop me off last." Steve said, waving and closing the door, his smile still glowing. The limo drove off, leaving Bobbie and Tim standing outside the bakery. Tim opened the locks, entered the building and hit the breakers. Only this time, the overhead fluorescent lights didn't come on. Yet the room glowed dimly. Looking around, Bobbie realized that the light came from all of the ovens. She smiled. "I just wanted one more dance with you before I took you home. I didn't think you'd mind, and I picked this song especially for this. I knew they wouldn't play it at the dance. He walked over and switched on the small cd player. Slow, sparse guitars began to play. "So," He stretched out his hand. "One more dance, Bobbie Blue?" The light glinted over his eyes and teeth. Bobbie swelled; he had done all this for her. Granted, it wasn't much, but the gesture touched her. She took his hand and moved in close. Bella was right about one thing, he was a terrible dancer. But the feeling she had when she stood that close to him more than made up for it. They will see us swinging from such great heights 'Come down now' they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away 'Come down now', but we'll stay They danced in the dim glow of the oven lights. "Always wanted to dance with a girl to this song," Tim said. Bobbie smiled. "I liked Garden State, too." This time, she kissed first. She didn't want the night to end. Everything seemed so... right. Bobbie's life was heading in the right direction. Shame I had to cause so much trouble to find this.