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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 14, 2006 7:24:50 GMT -5
It was getting late, and Bree was at the creek, her blue gaze directed to the night sky. She was watching stars. Bree had so much on her mind that she could not get to sleep, so she came here, hoping to get rid of some of the things that were keeping her awake. She missed her parents and her home, she missed some of her old friends...she missed knowing the majority of the town. Part of her wanted to go home. But another part of her thought that this was some thrilling adventure. She was getting a much better education here, then she would have at a community college back home. She was learning from one of the best professors in the world, she was attending one of the best colleges in the country....and she had fallen in love. Bree did not know what to do. If she pursued after Charlie, he could be fired. If she didn't, she would probably be heart broken and never be able to find someone as perfect again. Drawing her knees to her chest, Bree hugged them, placing her chin on her kneecaps. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of leaving, the thought of abandoning her love for Charlie...but also at the thought that she could get him in so much trouble, without meaning to do so.
Why was it so hard? Why was either thought she thought of filled with pain? Why couldn't she clear her head and find the one path that would make everyone happy and cause no pain?
Those tears slipped silently from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks and splashing onto her knees. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry forever, to just let it all out that way. Maybe then she would be able to think straight....
Shifting her body, Bree laid on her side. Curling up in fetal position, Bree once again hugged her knees, and allowed herself to just cry. She let it all out. The pain of being so far from home with no one to really talk to about anything such as this, the pain of not wanting to hurt anyone, the pain of not wanting to abandon her love for such a wonderful man, the pain of being so confused.
Bree had cried so hard for so long that she had caused herself to finally drift off to sleep, right there at the park. She was curled up in a ball, but she shivered from being cold.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 14, 2006 10:26:42 GMT -5
Charlie slowly sauntered through the large park, looking up into the night sky. He was looking for a jolt of mind he'd had and then seemed to of lost. He knew if he just cleared his head that he would be able to retreive it.
At hearing someone crying he broke his train of thought and looked around. He noticed someone considerably familiar and started to head in their direction.
He finally made it to her, as he noe saw. He looked down and realized it was Bree, the student he'd saved from Doug or whatever that kid's name was.
He chuckled and looked down at her, realizing she was asleep. He also noticed the shivering and took of the jacket that he was wearing. He layed the the jacket on top of her and squatted down.
"Bree? Are you okay?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. |
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 14, 2006 11:29:42 GMT -5
At the sound of a male voice, she jumped startled. Since she had been asleep the familiarity of the voice had been masked. But once she was awake, she realized it was the professor and smiled. Moving to sit up, she offered a sleepy smile. "I'm alright...I must have dozed off while trying to clear my head. Probably not the best thing in the world to have done given the circumstances..." a light laugh. It was true. I mean what girl in her right mind would fall asleep alone in the park at night? Only the stupid ones. Sighing she glanced back up to the sky. Atleast she had gotten some sleep. While looking away from him, she reached a hand up and quickly wiped the dampness from her cheeks.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 14, 2006 12:04:46 GMT -5
Charlie smiled and looked at her. "No it probably isn't, but I fall asleep in strange places. Well, if you could consider the garage a strange place." He chuckled and stood up, offering her his handto help her get up as well. "But your sure your okay? I'm your Profesor and I'm here if you need help, all you have to do is tell me." He smiled once again and waited for her to say something. Though he dobted that she'd actually tell him, students rarely talked to their teachers like a friend.
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 14, 2006 14:20:10 GMT -5
She looked shy for a moment. "I would love to tell you, really I would....but telling you would only complicate matters worse...atleast for me anyway." She stood to her feet with his help, catching hold of his jacket before it could fall to the ground. Thinking a moment, Bree sighed and shook her head. No she could not tell him. Atleast not that part. "Well...there is some I can tell you....I guess I am just a little home sick...but I don't want to go home because I know it will complicate things and because of the thing I can't tell you, if I go home...I may not come back." She went to say something else, but stopped short, thinking once again. "Let's just say that part of me wants to go home and be with my parents and other people I know...but part of me wants something else....but feels bad about what I want because of some...concequences that could happen." Nodding, that sounded good....better then she had expected it to.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 14, 2006 16:39:47 GMT -5
Charlie looked at her, taking in the information. "Well you know I don't really want one of my best students to leave. I think you might be the only student that's got a B in my class." He smiled and watched her. "In my opinion you should follow what you think is right for you. A philosophy that I listen to. If you beleive that the consequences are too much and don't want them to happen and you think it's better for you then don't do it. Listen to this," he pointed to his chest where his heart was, "and then this," he tapped the side of his head with a smile. "Now, I would ask you if you wanted a ride home, but being as I can't drive that's otu of the question. But I can ask you if you want some company on the way back to your dorm."
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 14, 2006 20:39:24 GMT -5
She nodded as she listened. "Well listening to my heart is one of the reasons I am in this problem..." She laughed lightly. "And my brain is confuddled because of the matters of the heart. So as much as I would love to say that helped, I am not so sure if it did. Perhaps I need to think it all over more." She sighed, and then again nodded. "Company on my walk would be lovely. Though I am not sure if I will be such good company...." She thought some..."I'm a girl who is suffering from a crush...and that is the whole shebang of a problem...because it is who I am crushing on that...well...let's just say that it would cause some major problems." Another sigh. "So if you do not mind a young girl who suddenly starts crying at the drop of a hat because I am thinking about something, then I will say let's go." She blushed some at the thought. She had been so close to just spilling all of the beans, but luckily had been able to keep from doing so, and yet was still able to reveal a little more to him so he did not seem so in the dark about what was wrong.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 14, 2006 23:16:36 GMT -5
"Well Bree, all I can tell you is if it's a person, tell them and they can sort it out. Or right it down, right down the pros and cons of the two choices. If you tell the person, what would happen that is good and what would happen that is bad. And the same for not telling them. I can completly understand that you don't want to tell who it is, I am just your techer." He smiled . He then looked up to the sky and then back to her. "Any company id good company, whether it be an enemy or a crying woman. So, no I do not ming walking you to your dorm. And I've been meaning to ask if you've had any more problems with that other student, Doug I believe was his name?"
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 15, 2006 7:17:45 GMT -5
She absorbed his ideas, thinking them over as they walked. She then shook her head. "Not lately, no...I think he went back to the drawing board so to speak. I think he is going to look for a better plan before coming back out after me." She laughed. More thoughts. "Professor...what if the person I like...well..."she seemed to be having some difficulty at explaining. "What if I tell them, and some how others find out and this person loses their job because of my feelings for the person? That is why I cannot tell anyone who it is, not even the person. But upon not telling the person, it is eating me away inside. I can't sleep, I can barely eat...It's like the way you had explained that you felt about one of the cases that agent had you help him with. I mean I want to tell the person, to relieve my own burdens, but I feel that upon telling him, then I will create an even bigger burden because I would feel guilty if he lost his job...and even worse if he lost his job and did not feel the same way about me that I do him." She sighed heavily. This was starting to get too hard, just being around him was starting to hurt. Raking slender fingers through her blonde hair, she tugged then ends in frustration.
Finally she stopped walking. "Perhaps you walking with me back to my dorm is not the best thing in the world right now...." She wasn't looking at him. She had to tell him, she couldn't take it any more. Perhaps if she told him here, where it was only the two of them, maybe he would not get in trouble? Surely he would keep it a secret to himself to help save his job, right? "I should go on alone because being around you right now hurts. It's frusterating because...." Her eyes closed and she looked ready to cry again. "I never realized exactly how hard this would be....but holding it all in is even harder...." Finally her eyes met his. "You are who I have a crush on. It is a terrible one. As I have already explained to you. I'm sorry...I guess I have had it since before I came to school...I just figured that once here and in your class, that my feelings would die away because you are infact an instructor, and I thought that it was just because I thought you were incredibly handsome....but it just did not work. Infact it made matters worse. The more I sat through your classes, the deeper my crush got." A shakey laugh. "I tried to talk to an old friend of mine from home about it, but she had no advice to give me...she said she had never been in this sort of dilema before. Thus I am alone in this struggle with emotions." Her eyes faltered away. "I tried to tell myself that I could not do this, that it was wrong and you could get in trouble for it, but part of me was selfish and refused to let go. The rational part of me is the part that wants to go home...to just abandon it all and go home where I can forget...where I can force myself into believing it never happened, that I never came here. But the part that is selfish refuses, does not want to leave because somewhere deep down it knows that I cannot forget...that I will not be able to force myself into that belief or denial. It knows that if I go home right now, it would only make matters worse for me...." she sighed and twin tears slipped from her eyes. "Because back home you are every where....So no matter what I do, I cannot escape...."
She bit her lip to still its trembling. "I'm sorry....but atleast now you know...and atleast it is just between the two of us and you might not be able to get in trouble...." It was obvious that she could not meet his eyes. "I should go....I'm causing enough trouble." She handed him his jacket back, and started to walk away, her own arms folding around herself in a hug. Had she really done that? Could she finally get some sort of peace? She didn't think so. She knew that it would continue to haunt her. But what could she do to stop it?
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 15, 2006 10:07:27 GMT -5
Charlie just stood listening to her talk staring at her, watching her unable to meet his gaze. After taking his jacket back he started to just let her walk away. He then turned and put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around. For the first time in his life, Charlie Eppes was speachless. He had talked to Don before about Bree, but this was Charlie, he'd never had to do this before and was completly unable to do it now. He felt like a 5 year old in a Trig class, just staring at her.
He ran his hand through his curly hair, searching for numbers in his head. No, that wasn't it this time, this is one problem numbers weren't going to pull him out of. He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to tell her exactly the same thing she'd just told him, just switch the words around, but it didn't come out. He sighed and looked at her again. He didn't want her to leave again, so he decided he had to say something no matter how dumb it sounded. "Okay, uh..ha, I can't find any numbers or philosophy's ir anything to explain exactly what I want to say to you. This will probably be the only time you'll see me speachless, but I want to say what you just said to me, but switch all the words around, to mean th same thing, just sound differently."
He knew he sounded like a 5 year old in a Trig class now. He gave a shakey laugh and continued to stare at her, his hand still on her shoulder. He bite his bottom lip in his search for words and looked up at the sky. "I can assure you that htye won't fire me, I know that. Any school that gets me keeps me, besides it woul ruin the school's reputation." He looked at her to see if that had helped at all. Raising a hand he wiped the tears from her face. "Don't cry, your too pretty to cry."
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 15, 2006 14:04:11 GMT -5
When she had felt his hand on her shoulder, she had stopped and turned when he wanted her to. She listened to his words, her brain fumbling to understand them through the haze of confusion. Was he truely saying this? Or was it just her imagination? When he reached a hand up to wiep her tears away, Bree leaned her cheek into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. At his final words, she blushed and those eyes slowly opened. A slight smile formed. Was she dreaming? Or was this conversation really going on? That nagging feeling of worry that told her this was only a dream, that she would wake and find herself still in the park and on the ground completely alone, throbbed in her stomach.
Though he did have a point. Whatever school had him was damn right lucky, so naturally they would hold on to him for as long as they could, and also see passed small little issues. But Bree was still worried. Bree always worried.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 15, 2006 14:46:41 GMT -5
Charlie looked at her with a look of confusion that was usually only seen on him when he was stuck on one of his problems. He swallowed and gave a half smile, "Did you get all that Bree?" He waited for an answer, kind of afraid that he was going to have to tell her again. He moved his hand off her shoulder and down to his side. He looked at her, waiting for an answer, now there was worry in his face. He gave a light chuckle and looked at her.
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 15, 2006 14:58:23 GMT -5
She nodded slowly. "I did...just trying to make sure I am not still laying on the ground, still asleep and dreaming..." She bit onto her bottom lip gently.
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Post by Professor Charlie Eppes on Jun 15, 2006 15:14:56 GMT -5
Charlie smiled, "I can ssure you that your awake. This is reality and I a really saying this to you." He looked at her once again handing her his jaket. "Now would you like accompiament to your dorm?"
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Post by AubreeAna Patterson on Jun 15, 2006 15:19:30 GMT -5
A smile as she nodded while gently taking his jacket back. "I would love the company." She pulled his jacket over herself, it was long enough on the sleeves that they hung over her hands and only revealed her fingers. Reaching up, she tucked strands of blonde behind her ears. She felt somewhat shy now. Even though she had told him. Perhaps that was why she felt shy, he now knew, and she was now unsure of how to act around him.
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