Another Goo Story
By: Rebekah Parham
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Reagan and I gossiped like school girls the entire trip up the mountain. I had been a little nervous about coming with her. Afraid that she was going to use this time together to try and stop me from marrying Zack, but she showed no signs of that happening. This weekend was all about us. About being together as best friends.
"So anyway who is this friend that is letting you borrow his cabin?" I asked
"His name is Corey. You don't know him," Reagan said trying to think fast without being suspicious.
"Oh, where did you meet him?" I asked
"We met a few months ago at a club he works at." It hadn't been a total lie she did know a guy named Cory. Trying to change to subject Reagan started switching the radio stations. She stopped when we heard the first chords of "Name" begin to play.
I thought I was going to become tense but after a little while we were both singing at the top of our lungs. Despite all of our problems, I did love John and Robby's music. They both had their own styles and qualities when they sang. I missed hearing John sing live. I had all of their CDs and a few of their demos but it just wasn't the same. I pushed thinking about John away. I wasn't going to spend this entire weekend thinking about him.
We pulled up in front of a small cabin about 2:00 that afternoon. Reagan was right their was going to be no one round but us. As far as I could see their was nothing but trees and snow.
I was beginning to look a little skeptical when Reagan said, "When we go skiing, we'll have to drive about three miles on up to the lodge."
We walked into the cabin. It was small but comfortable. When you walked in there was a narrow couch and chair sitting by a huge fireplace. The kitchen was off the side of the cabin. It had a gas stove, a refrigerator, and a small table. There was only one bedroom. Reagan had forewarned me about that earlier, but I told her it wouldn't be a problem.
"We had better start unloading our stuff from the car so we can get settled in," Reagan suggested.
We both trudged through the snow to the back of Reagan's car. I grabbed my two bags and started heading for the cabin again. I got about half way and Reagan stopped me, "Kayla, did you bring you cell phone?"
"Yep"
"Can I borrow it for a minute. I forgot mine," Reagan said knowing it was a lie. Her phone was stuck between the two front seats in the car. "I want to let Corey know we made it up here all right."
"Why don't you call him from inside. It's freezing out here."
"There isn't a phone inside. I told you we would be away from everything this weekend."
I handed her my phone and walked back inside. I threw my bags in the bedroom and went to work on getting a fire started. When I had a fire going, Reagan still hadn't come in. I went outside to see if Reagan needed any help with her things. She wasn't there. The car wasn't there. There was a note on the door that I noticed as I was walking back inside. It read,
Kayla, I forgot something back in town. I will be back as soon as I can. Why don't you rest up for your big day while I'm gone. See you soon. Love, Reagan.
I walked back inside and sat down in the chair by the fire. Why didn't she tell me she was leaving. I would have went with her into town. Hopefully she wouldn't be gone too long. It was going to be getting dark pretty soon and I didn't like the idea of her driving all the way back here alone.
I decided that I would take Reagan up on her suggestion and take a nap. I kicked off my shoes and slipped my sweatshirt off so that I was wearing only my tee shirt I had under the sweatshirt I didn't realize how tired I was until I laid down on the bed. I was asleep in no time. It was the first time in weeks that I went to sleep without thinking of John. Maybe this was going to be a helpful weekend after all.
"Robby, are you sure this cabin is the right place for us to relax?" John asked as Robby maneuvered the car around the mountain roads.
"Yeah, it's the perfect place. No phones, no tv, you even have to drive a few miles up the mountain if you want to ski. This will be the perfect place for us to relax and clear our heads. Who knows you may even write a song or two while your up here." Robby said trying to reassure his friend this trip was what they needed.
"I doubt that. I haven't written a thing for our next album."
"You have been pretty wrapped up in other things. This weekend you don't have to concentrate on anything but having fun. Something I don't think you have done in a long time, my friend."
"Haven't had much to be happy about lately, Rob" John said in a gloomy tone.
Robby looked over at his friend that was starring out the window at the snow covered scenery, "I know, but I have a feeling that is all going to change this weekend."
John looked back at Robby who had his attention focused on the narrow road, "What do you mean by that?" John inquired.
"Just that I plan to see that you have a good time."
They pulled up at the cabin just as the sun was going down. When John wanted to look around before getting the bags Robby said, "Man it's freezing out here. Lets get them now so we don't have to come back outside tonight."
"All right", John agreed helping Robby get his bags. John had his overnight bag slung over his shoulder and his guitar case in his hand as he walked through the front door of the cabin. When he saw that someone had already lit a fire, John turned around to say something to Robby, but instead saw him pulling out of the drive way.
John threw down his bags and started to run after him, when an all to familiar voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
I had heard the car pull up and figured it was Reagan coming back. I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but it must have been for a while because the sun had already gone down. I got up off the bed and walked in to the living room saying, "I was beginning to think that you had left me here" I said playfully until I saw it wasn't Reagan I was talking to.
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We both stood there dumbfounded. Neither one of us knew what to say. Finally I asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I thought that was suppose to be my question," John said
"Reagan and I came up here to get away for a few days," I told him
"Yeah me and Robby came up here to do the same thing," John said trying to look around me into the dark bedroom. "Who did you think you were talking to?"
"I thought that you were Reagan. She forgot something back in town so she went back to get it. Where is Robby?"
"He was suppose to be bringing in his bags but he took off for some reason," John said motioning to the tire tracks in the snow. "Looks like we have been set up."
I had just come to that same conclusion myself. I still stood there trying to figure out exactly how I planned on killing Reagan the next time I saw her. I was only wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. My bare feet were on the hard wood floor and John still hadn't shut the door. "Would you mind closing the door", I asked.
He turned around and did just that. "Kayla, did you know about this?" he asked
"Absolutely not. You?"
"No. I guess this was their plan all along."
"We don't have to stay here, we can just go home."
"We don't have a car," John said
"We can call someone to come get us," I said then remembered that Reagan had told me their wasn't a phone. "No phone," we both said together.
"What about your cell phone?" John asked.
"Yes," getting excited until I took everything out of my purse and didn't find it. "Reagan has it. She said she needed to use it before she left me here and never gave it back."
"Perfect," John said running him fingers through his hair. "Robby said something about a lodge being around here. We could walk there. Surely they will have a phone."
"Yeah Reagan said the same thing. Let me get some shoes and a coat, and we'll go."
I went back in the bedroom and put back on my boots I had kicked off earlier. I came back to find John waiting on the couch. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," I said as when walked outside. It had become pitch black outside. We couldn't see two feet in front of us. "Which direction is the lodge?" I asked
"You mean you don't know?"
"No. Do you know?" I asked praying his answer would be yes.
"No, Robby just said it was up the mountain," John said swearing. "We are never going to make it tonight. We are just going to have to wait until morning and hope we can tell then," John said reopening the door and pulling me inside.
"How long do you think they are going to keep us here?" I asked walking over to the fire. It had just about died out. I got the poker and started livening up the fire.
"How the hell do I know? More importantly what the hell was Reagan thinking?" John said angrily.
"What makes you think this was Reagan's idea?" I said testily
"Because Robby would never mettle in anyone else's business unless it concerned him"
"Who was it you told me that brought you up here and left you? Wasn't it Robby?" I said sarcastically. I saw John open his mouth to retaliate, "Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere." I said.
"When did that ever stop us before?" John said
I dropped my head, thinking about those fights. The way we had bullied and bickered between each other. "You're right. Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere," John said.
At those words my head snapped up I in front of him in a flash. "What did you just say?' I asked
"Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere," he repeated.
Waving my hands in front of him I said, "No, before that"
He didn't understand what I was wanting to hear from him again. "Are you talking about when I said that, 'that never stopped us before when we fought'?"
"No after that."
I could tell that John was trying to remember what he had said. I knew the exact moment that it hit him what I wanted him to say again. "I just meant that..."
"No, John, just say it again"
"You're right," he mumbled
"So, if I'm right then that is going to make you wrong," I told him gleefully. "I thought that I would never hear those words from you."
I could tell that my rubbing it in that I was right was aggravating him. He went to say something, but I put my finger to his lips. "Don't. Don't say anything. Just let me bask in the glory of this moment, because you will probably never tell me that I'm right again."
"All right Kayla, you have rubbed it in enough," he said pushing past me.
"You're angry," I said watching him walk toward the fireplace.
"I am not," he said shortly
"Yes, you are. You are angry because you finally realized that I am not always as wrong as you want me to be."
"That's ridiculous," he said bending down to put his hands in front of the fire.
"No, it's not. You have always pictured me as this small town, know it all, that can't ever do anything right. But you just saw me as something different and you didn't like it."
"I just said that you were right about us not fighting. I didn't know that it also meant you expected to be right about everything" He said over is shoulder.
"You are such a spoil sport. Never admitting defeat even when it is starring you right in the face," I told him sitting on the couch.
"Then I guess I get that from you," he said turning around to face me. "I don't remember you ever accepting defeat well. One of the traits I admire most about you"
"You admire something about me?" I asked incredulously.
He let out a small laugh, "As hard as this maybe for you to believe, I don't always think of you as a bitch."
"Could you tell me some of the times that you don't?"
"Like when you work. I use to stand in awe of the way you handled yourself with people. You always had this quality of getting exactly what you wanted without being cruel or using threats. It was very different than other people in this business and you were respected for it."
"By you?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes by me, but also by the people you work with everyday," he told me. "But don't get me wrong, I still think you're a bitch most of the time," he teased.
"My bitchiness has nothing on your ass hole quality. Something I'm sure you have perfected over the years."
"And just who do you think I have practiced on? You were the only one that ever made me angry enough to act like that."
"I remember me telling you the same thing a few years ago, about you being the only one that could get me that angry," I said recalling that day on the bus when we had come so close of fulfilling our desire for each other. "I guess we just have a special knack of bringing the worst out in each other," I said somberly.
He walked over to me and put his hand on the top of my head, "Not always the worst, Kayla." he said.
My heart started pounding so loud that I almost didn't hear what he had said. I was getting light headed from him standing so close to me. God, why did he have to look so good? Why did I still want him after all these years? Why did I still wonder what it would have been like if we had done things right that last night at the club? Maybe if I had my one night with him I could get on with my life, not spend the rest of it wondering what if. "John, you know that I am going to marry Zack." I told him looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Kayla, I don't care about any of that. Can't we just have this one night together the way it should have been five years ago?" he asked "Please just give me this one night with you."
I knew he wanted this as much as I did. We had both wanted it for too long. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "You want regret this, this time I promise" he said before he pressed his lips to mine. It was a soft and tender kiss, but the passion that we had held back for so long quickly became more that we could both bare. We wanted this so much. John pulled away first, "Don't get too carried away. We have to do this right this time. We have all night."
"That sounds like and awfully long time" I said. I was already burning with the need of wanting him so badly. "We can take it slow next time" I said.
"Will there be a next time?" he asked
"We have this one night together. Let's not spoil it by talking." I said pulling him back down to me. This kiss was more intense than the last. Hands were roaming through his hair, my hair, down backs, over clothes. We weren't content touching through layers of fabric. He grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt and jerked it over my head bringing my tee-shirt with it. He was so much taller than me that I had to work a little harder to get his off. It never crossed our minds to go to the bedroom. We were too consumed with desire of wanting inside each other.
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