Chapter Seven
Subj:
Snow/what I love
Date: 01-31-99 1:32:26 EST
From: PrncessBB@aol.com
To: FlyGuy@aol.com
I love the snow.
I love the way it dances and twirls, each coupling of flakes
daring to be nature’s Fred and Ginger. It sparkles and
gleams in the moonlight, so beautiful and natural. I love looking
out at the fallen snow, pure and untouched, and it makes me feel
safe in my loneliness, like I have my own little corner of Earth
that I can preserve, if only for a little bit. Like one of those
little shakable snow globe souvenirs. I love that quality about
my life.
I used to hate
the snow. It made me feel isolated and alone, like I was all by
myself in the world. But lately.. .. .. now, I like it because I
*know* that I’m not alone. I never have been; I never will
be. I have myself, my own two feet, and I can use them to make
whatever footprints in the newly fallen snow that I want.
-BB
**
The next day,
sure enough, was filled with bickering and bantering between Port
Charles’ own bizarre version of the Odd Couple. When they
finally agreed to both shovel snow together, Jax had chastised
Brenda for choosing to wear her stylish leather pea coat, instead
of the brand-new ski jacket he saw hanging in the front closet.
She had yelled at him for accidentally shoveling up some of the
pink tulips that lined the walk to the front door. Jax
couldn’t handle anymore; he had been trying so hard to
understand her, get to know her, and figure out how she could
have two absolutely split personalities. "Fine, Brenda.
Fine! You shovel your precious path, and I’ll handle the
driveway! Is that acceptable to you, Princess?" The second
the words left his mouth, Jax regretted them. Of all the stupid
things to say. He turned around trying to compose his thoughts,
afraid that he may have let the cat out of the bag. "Look,
Brenda, I’m sorry, but there’s something." he
hesitated a second, lost in the depths of her brown eyes.
"There’s something I need to tell-"
His confession was cut-off as a well-aimed snowball hit him
square in the face. Jax was shocked that she had such good aim,
and that she had the nerve to start a snowball fight with him,
considering his tremendous physical advantage. Before the shock
wore off, Brenda nailed Jax twice more in the head, before taking
off around the side of the house. Leaping over the space where
her row of tulips would bloom, she yelled back to him
"Don’t touch my flowers!"
Brenda made it into the backyard, and halfway down towards the
pond, before she realized that the snow was above her knees, her
jeans were soaked, and Jax was no where to be seen. She turned to
head back toward the house, dropping the snowballs she had been
carrying, when she was suddenly pummeled from behind with at
least eight snowballs. She stumbled for a second, before letting
out a blood curdling cry of agony. Jax leaped over a snow bank,
and coming from behind, couldn’t see the grin spreading out
across Brenda’s face. "Brenda! Are you okay?" She
leaned back against him as he tried to see if she was hurt.
"What happened?"
She turned to him, looking far too happy, he noticed. "You
underestimated me!" Before Jax could react to the feel of
her hand on his chest, he found himself flat on his back, being
attacked with snowballs by Brenda, who, in the course of his
fall, had ended up straddling his lap. Suddenly, it wasn’t
so cold out.
In one swift move, Jax had reversed their position, and the fire
in Brenda’s eyes seemed to be daring him to get her back.
All Jax wanted to do was get her: in his arms, in his bed, in his
life: forever. Brenda shivered and Jax lowered his mouth toward
hers, and as his lips made their final descent, Brenda turned her
head quickly and sneezed multiple times. As his lips singed the
skin by her ear, Brenda shivered and sneezed again. As he kissed
her forehead, Jax was startled to realize that she was burning
up, and though he prided himself on having such an effect on
women, he knew that she was sick.
**
"JAAAA-AAAAXXX?"
Jax approached
the foot of the stairs, realizing that he was not cut out to play
nursemaid to Brenda; doctor sounded much more to his liking.
"Yes, Brenda?"
"Can I hab
sombe bore juice?"
"Yes,
Brenda."
"And the
files on the desk in by tower?"
"Yes,
Brenda."
"And by
combputer?"
"Yes,
Brenda."
Jax headed up to
her bedroom for the umpteenth time, deposited her juice, and then
went to retrieve her things from the tower. "What are you
doing with the Valentine’s Benefit files?" Brenda took
a sip of her juice, and snatched the files from his hands.
"Not that
it’s any ob your business, but-"
"Actually it
IS my business, since I’m-"
"Jax,
I’b kidding. Since for sombe odd reason, Lois and I
don’t have a job, Lucy is lebbing us organize the
benefit." He sat down on the edge of her bed and ran his
hand along her forehead, smiling.
"Look’s
like your fever is coming down. Let me know what I can do to
help, okay? With anything. I’m leaving in the morning for
London, and I won’t be back until the 11th, okay? But I’ll leave my numbers and where you
can
get a hold of me on the fridge. I need to start packing, but if
you need anything, I’m here."
"I
know." Jax kissed her forehead and Brenda smiled
contentedly; he wasn’t sure if it was his kiss or the Nyquil
she had just taken. Neither was she.
Jax headed
downstairs, and checked his e-mail, cursing himself for not
checking it sooner. "Good one, Jax. Why don’t you put
your foot in your mouth again."
Subj: Re: Snow/what I love
Date: 01-31-99 21:11:46 EST
From: FlyGuy@aol.com
To: PrncessBB@aol.com
BB,
Don’t tell me you’re all ice and no fire? I
wouldn’t believe that for a second. I love this time in
winter, when the holidays are over and a new year has begun.
It’s a time when you can really stop to notice the slight
chill on your cheek, or the snowflakes in your hair. I feel like
I have all of the time in the world to appreciate all the beauty
that surrounds me, and I have you to thank for it because you are
the beauty. You’re a snow angel, and I guess I’m just
afraid that one of these days, you’ll spread your wings, and
fly away from me.
Don’t fly away from me, BB,
but fly nonetheless: soar, take a deep breath and go for it,
trust yourself, trust me, but don’t fly away, my angel.
-FlyGuy