La deuxi me vie de Alice Parker
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Second_Chances - Chapter 23 - La Vie En Rose free porn video
It was already dusk when I got into my car. The radio was still on.
Chumbawamba's "Tubthumping" was playing. "How appropriate" I thought to
myself. The Radio gods must be telling me something.
I pulled out of the driving singing, "I get knocked down, but I get up
again. You are never gonna keep me down..."
As I drove, I rehearsed what I'm going to say to Chase. I'm going to tell
him the truth. Well - a variation of the truth. I won't mention time
travel or future events. I certainly won't mention that I was a dude in
another life. But I will mention that I have been scarred by someone
close to me dying. That is the truth. It's something I need to say and
hopefully something he'll accept. The truth may not be able to win him
back, it may not be able to save his life. But it's something I need to
do.
I thought more about the repressed memory that came back to me. Not only
did Chase die. But so did his girlfriend. I think this is the same
girlfriend he brought as a date to Ron's wedding. So I met her too. Now
that the memory was back, I remembered crying myself to sleep that night.
Even though I didn't like Chase at the time. It was a tragedy, and it had
affected me more than I thought.
I'm just hoping he's willing to listen. If he does listen and after that
he still doesn't want to see me, then I'll just move on.
Something was bothering me though. Like an itch I couldn't scratch.
Almost like D?j? vu. Almost as if that wasn't the first time I cried
myself to sleep over a sudden death. Maybe this repressed memory is the
reason I'm here. When I'm done dealing with this Chase thing, I'm going
to need to work on unlocking that memory.
I found a parking spot on Main street. I got out of my car and started
walking to Java Joint. Java Joint was a popular local coffee shop before
Starbucks killed the local coffee shop scene. That reminded me that I
should give Val's family some business tips about surviving the next 5
years. Comfy tables and couches. Cold brew. Wi-Fi... when it gets
invented.
I entered the coffee shop. I saw Chase's jazz band in the corner of the
coffee shop. They were playing more laid back songs rather than fast
tempo swing songs from last week. Chase was already in a set singing, "As
Time Goes By." "Not bad," I thought to myself. He's no Sinatra, but he's
got a nice deeper raspier voice. The accompanying saxophone instead of a
piano was a nice touch.
The waitress sat me near the stage and gave me a menu. I straightened out
my skirt and sat down. Chase hasn't noticed me yet.
I took a look at the menu, I hadn't drank coffee during the whole time
I've been Christina. But Tony used to have two cups a day. When the
waitress came back I ordered a cup of Italian roast. And a cookie. I just
hope the coffee doesn't impact my body like the alcohol did.
When the waitress came back with my coffee I saw Chase finally notice me.
We locked eyes for a second and he looked away.
I put cream and sugar in my coffee and took a sip. I closed my eyes and
savored the coffee. I leaned back in my seat and crossed my legs enjoying
the music.
The music stopped and there was light applause. "Thank you." Chase said
into the microphone. "We're going to take a break. We'll be back in 20
minutes."
I leaned forward in my seat watching Chase. He put down his guitar and
shook hands with several people in the coffee shop before he finally got
to me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I said. I motioned for him to sit down across from me.
He sat down. He had a glum look on his face. I think I had caused him the
same amount of pain I caused myself.
"I want to apologize," I started. "I had no right to do that to you." I
took a sip of coffee. "I suck at relationships. I more often than not, I
put my foot in my mouth."
"What you said last night," he said. "Didn't seem like a case of saying
the wrong thing. It seemed like you meant every word."
Think before answering that. I closed my eyes and I cupped my coffee cup
with both hands. The warmth was comforting me right now. Tell him what
you rehearsed. I opened my eyes. "You're right. I want to tell you a
story."
"Go on."
"I used to have a friend - a family friend. You remind me very much of
him. But he was in his mid-twenties. He - like you - had a bike." I took
another sip of coffee. "He died on his bike. Killing him and his
girlfriend."
Chase was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry to hear that. And you think
that can - or rather will - happen to me?"
"It's more like - I'm reminded of it. I know I can't change that. I can't
- and shouldn't change you because of some other person in my life. I was
wrong. But I felt you should know and understand the truth on where I was
coming from." I paused. Make sure he knows that I feel guilty about
hurting him. "I understand- if you don't think we can see each other
anymore."
He placed his hands around my hands which were around my coffee cup.
"Thank you for telling me." He paused for a moment. "How about you? Do
you think you can continue to see me? Even if I continue to ride? We all
cannot live in fear for what may happen tomorrow."
"You're right," I said. "We don't know what tomorrow will bring." I
looked into his eyes and smiled. My only real 'play' right now is that
the butterfly effect will somehow change what Chase will be doing that
fateful day in 2006. Especially if I do stay here and I continue to date
him.
He smiled back. "The future hasn't been written yet," he said quoting
Back to the Future 3.
"The Doc gives good advice." I smiled.
"I can't stay mad at that smile," he said.
"Hey," I said. "That's my line."
"It's my turn to tell a story," he said. "My ex girlfriend. She's a girl
I know at my school. She hated that I was in so many bands. She was so
obsessed with appearances. She would look down at my hobby as a waste of
time. She was embarrassed that I was playing these events instead of
hanging out with her at her country club or something like that. She was
embarrassed about how I dress. She was embarrassed at the friends I kept.
She would continually belittle me in front of my friends. She started
even scheduling our social calendar ON TOP of my gigs. I had enough of it
and I dumped her."
"That sounds awful," I said. "I can see why you would be sensitive to
someone trying to judge you and try to change you. Why did you stay with
her so long?"
"I don't know. She was warm and caring in private - when nobody else was
around. Then she'd be a completely different person when we were around
others."
I nodded.
"Christina," he said. "If we are going to continue to see each other. I
need you to promise that we can be honest with each other. I need to know
that you'll support me for being me. Not to judge me. Not to try to tame
me. In turn. I will be honest with you. I will never judge you. I will
never try to change you."
"Chase," I responded. "I want to continue seeing you. I like who you are.
I don't want you to change. I swear that I will not try to change you."
We held hands across the table.
"Our first fight," he said smiling.
"Hopefully our last," I said. "So how does this work? This fight was my
fault. Do I send you flowers?"
He laughed. "No. Just you being here right now is more than enough. Which
reminds me - Congratulations on winning your track event." he said.
"How did you know?"
"I was there. Hiding out of sight."
"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me," I said.
"I was holding out hope that yesterday's fight was only just a minor one
and that we could have this very conversation we're having right now- in
the near future."
I totally have this guy wrapped around my finger. It was nice. He also
had me wrapped around his finger too. That part was scary.
"I like your shirt," he said. "Did you get that at a concert?"
"I don't quite remember," I said looking down at my Metallica shirt. "Oh
wait - You're right. Ron and I went to their concert freshman year."
"Nice. I have something for you," he said. "Be right back."
He got up and went back to the stage area. A few of his band members got
their instruments out. The female vocalist went up to the microphone.
The trumpeter started playing. The vocalist started singing, "La Vie en
Rose."
Chase walked up to me and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
I stood up and took his hand.
He led me to a section that didn't have any tables. He started leading
me, and I was able to keep up despite never having danced this style as a
follower.
"I thought you said you couldn't dance?" I said.
"A friend hooked me up with some quick lessons this weekend before our
first date. I figured it would come in handy. When I saw you dance at the
swing club, I realized you were out of my league, and I had to learn."
I don't know what to say. Chase knows how to flatter me. Best to not say
anything and enjoy this song and dance.
We continued to dance. I rested my head upon his head and closed my eyes
and we moved back and forth.
Towards the end of the song, I looked into his eyes. He returned the
stare. His eyes are slowly melting me. I feel my head inch closer and
closer. I closed my eyes. Slowly our lips moved closer, and closer. The
moment our lips met, it just felt right. We were dancing and making out
right there in the middle of the coffee shop.
* * *
When the dance was over. "Thank you for the dance," I said whispering
into his ear.
"Let me introduce you to the band." Chase held my hand and walked me over
to the stage. He first introduced me to the vocalist.
"Christina, this is Delores. Delores this is my-" He paused for a moment.
"-girlfriend, Christina."
He said girlfriend. I turned red. The part of me that was a guy for 37
years cringed. The part of me that's been a girl for 10 days swooned. The
girl part won and I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. I like this
guy. The fact that I fought and won him back also helped contribute to
the realization that yes - this is my boyfriend. I won him. He's mine.
Delores extended her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said. Delores was
prettier up close. Yes, I could tell she was in her mid-40's, but she had
aged very well.
I could only hope I look that good when I turn 40 in... 2 years. Wait
what am I saying? I'll be Tony when I get back, not Christina. Focus
Chris. Your boyfriend is trying to introduce you to his friends. "It's so
nice to meet you too," I said. "You have an amazing voice. I heard you
last week too."
"Oh," she said. "That was you on the dance floor. I remember that. I love
watching people get that into my music. That was smoking hot."
"Thanks." Dancing with Fay to Delores's rendition of Fever suddenly felt
like forever ago. Has a week only gone by?
Chase brought me over to the trumpeter and the drummer. "This is Jimmy
and Henry. Jimmy. Henry. this is my girlfriend Christina."
We all shook hands and said, "Nice to meet you."
Lastly Chase introduced me to "Ernie" on saxophone.
"Christina plays the saxophone, too," Chase added.
"Which is your favorite?" Ernie asked.
"The tenor sax," I replied. "I just like the tenor sound better."
"It's my favorite too," he said. "I have a tenor and a baritone behind me
for our up and coming set, but I prefer the tenor too."
"We didn't bring the full band tonight," Chase said to me. "We can't
really fit a whole big band in a coffee shop."
"That's cool though," I said. "This allows you to play more intimate
songs."
"It's time for our last set," he said. "Will you stick around?"
"Yeah." I said, smiling as we let go of each others hands.
* * *
I slowly returned to my seat in a daze. I sat there, just staring at
Chase, smiling. Eating my cookie and finishing my coffee. When the waiter
returned I ordered water and paid the tab. A second coffee would
interfere with me getting sleep tonight. I have another big day tomorrow.
Eventually, the band was done, and Chase returned to me and sat down. "So
tell me about the track meet."
"Well I wasn't as nervous as I thought. Julie really helped clear my head
and motivate me. I wound up winning. It was the most focused 13 seconds I
ever had."
"That's great. I was rooting for you."
"I never got a chance to tell you how much fun I had last night. I wished
I didn't screw it up."
He held my hand. "Let's not dwell on the bad parts. Let's just look
forward to this weekend. What are you doing tomorrow?" Chase asked.
"It's homecoming."
"Oh rightm" he said. "The game?"
"Yeah - it's a busy day. I'm playing in the Powder Puff Football game.
Then my marching band is at the real football game."
"You're playing football tomorrow?" he said.
"Yeah. I forgot to mention that yesterday."
"I bet you'll do great. What position are you playing?"
"Thanks. They have me playing running back. I can't catch worth a shit,
but I can run."
"So no crazy post-game parties like last week?"
"No. Not this week. I learned my lesson last Friday night. In fact, I
just can't stomach alcohol right now. It may take me weeks before I'm
ready for another drink."
"In that case," he said. "How about you come over after the game."
That sounds exciting. That also sounds like my parents would kill me.
"I'll likely have to run that by my parents." I said.
"Oh course," he said.
"If you get the go ahead, bring your bathing suit. I have a hot tub in
the backyard."
"A hot tub? Sweet. I like hot tubs. I'll give you a call after school." I
looked around for the time. I should really get a watch. "I should
probably get going. I have a big day tomorrow."
I stood up and he led me to the coffee shop door. "My car is around the
corner." I said.
"Can I walk you to your car?" he asked.
"Yes you may," I said.
We held hands walking down the street. When we got to my car he held me
in a tight embrace and kissed me. I passionately kissed back. We picked
up right where we left off last night as if we didn't have the fight.
* * *
I returned home. I went straight to my room. Hanging in front of my
closet was my homecoming dress. Mom must've picked it up this evening. I
picked up the dress and draped it over me as I looked in the mirror. It
still had clear plastic over it, but I wanted to imagine wearing it.
That vision I had of wearing it when I picked it out- I mentally placed
Chase into that vision. It made me smile.
Cindy came into my room. "You are going to look amazing in that dress on
Saturday."
"Thanks," I said.
"Mom made us an appointment for hair and nails Saturday morning."
"Hair and nails?" I said. "I figured we'd just do that stuff here."
"It's my first homecoming dance, Chris. It's your last. We have to look
our best."
"It's actually my first too." I smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."
"I'm glad we can share it together. How did tonight go?"
I hung the dress back up. "It went well. We apologized. We kissed."
"That's awesome," she said smiling.
"And we kissed some more." I smiled as my face turned red. I let out a
giggle. I realized how girly that sounded so I immediately covered my
mouth.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
I still had a big smile on my face. I couldn't hide it from her. "I um -
think so. He called me his girlfriend tonight."
Cindy suddenly got giddy and jumped over to be and gave me a hug.
"Chrissy's got a boyfriend!"
"OK OK. I should really do my homework," I said, laughing.
Cindy left happy. I did my homework. I washed up and changed out of my
school clothes and into my sleep attire. I crawled into bed knowing that
today was a great day. It started off kinda shitty, but I managed to turn
it around with a lot of help from my friends and family.
I closed my eyes and thought of Chase. My boyfriend, Chase. The kisses.
How I have butterflies in my stomach again.
It's crazy how I like him so much now. Maybe Tony's jealousy was really
just a man-crush. When I became Christina it bloomed into a real crush,
and finally into something more.
Either way. It's not important right now. I really must sleep. Big day
ahead. I involuntarily let my hand move down my body and under my shorts
and panties and started rubbing myself. A smile formed on my face. I
can't wait to see Chase again. Dammit Chris, you need to sleep.
Damn coffee.
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