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Chapter 5 by Cretan_Bull14 Cretan_Bull14

What does she want?

She wants you to hold her

“Could you…hold me?” Melody asks you as she bites her lower lip.

“Huh?” is all you respond.

“Like, could I, you know sit on your lap and cry into your shoulder. Like I did when my Pop-Pop died?” She asks as she recalls another painful moment that you helped her get through.

“Yeah. Sure. Come on over girl.” You offer her lap as if it were the last seat in the house. It’s not like you were going to say no to her. Especially tonight. Especially since she was all but sitting on you already.

“Thanks Jack.” She throws you another weak smile as she dries her hair a bit before she takes her seat.

You lean all the way into the couch to give both of you some support. Melody is not a big girl, but when her world has turned to shit, she tends to let loose a lot of tears and needs a lot of comforting, as you’ve seen more times than you care to remember. So you want to be well propped up for her.

“OK, I’m all set.” You say to her as she lowers her butt onto your left knee and spreads her legs over your right and onto the couch. In an instant, her hands wrap around your neck and she buries her head in your shoulder. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the first of what you assume will be many of her tear drops hit your shirt. You rub her arm slowly and gently to comfort her. You aren’t sure if it is working but she’s not resisting, so you don’t stop.

After about twenty minutes of sobbing into your shirt, Melody finally stops crying. She’s not quite ready to talk yet as she just leaves her head where it is, so you cannot see her face. You gently kiss the top of her head. Neither of you move for a good ten minutes.

A subtle nudge from the woman in your lap lets you know that she is ready to talk. Though it takes a few seconds, eventually her eyes are locked with yours.

“Hey.” She breaks the ice.

“Hey you. How are you feeling?” You ask to get the 800 pound gorilla out of the way.

“Like shit. Can we talk about something else?” She asks you.

“Sure. Did you start using a new shampoo?” You ask her. It’s cheesy and it’s a sure sign that you know a bit more about your best friend that most other people know about their best friends, but she’s not bothered by it.

“No. I used a body wash to get the smell of that cheap perfume he made me wear off.” She says with a hint of anger.

“Well, it worked. It smells nice.” You say as you rub her shoulder again.

“Keith thought it smelled like shit.” Melody says.

“Well, that’s because he has shit for brains.” You state angrily.

“Why do you say that, Jack?” She asks, sounding like she’s almost defending the prick.

“Because he took a pass on this. It should be his lap you are sitting on, not mine. You should be over at his place, in his lap, kissing him. Not here crying with me. But no, he had to go and throw away a great woman for a chance at something better, when I know for a fact that one doesn’t exist.” You tell her as you kiss her forehead.

“Thanks. I needed that.” She smiles.

The two of you sit there in silence for a short while when something catches your eye.

What do you see?

More fun
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