|Bumblez (missbumblebee) wrote in onceuponadream,|
@ 2013-08-18 23:31:00
|Entry tags:||character: bee prescott, character: thomas stirling, player: aimee, player: cindy|
Who: Bee Prescott and Thomas Stirling
Where: NYC. Bee's family place. Checking in on her house while the rents are out of town. (What a shame she missed them!)
When: Mid-Morning ish.
Her head was pounding. It sounded like someone was banging pans together. The sunlight pouring into the room was only amplifying her current discomfort. The lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth was churning her stomach. She felt nauseated just remembering the drinks she’d had. Those last few drinks were a very bad, very horrible mistake. It had been too long since she’d had that much to drink. It all seemed like a good idea at the time. Now though, it seemed like one of the worst ideas ever.
“Ugh,” Bee moaned, flipping over to her stomach and burying her face deep into her pillow. There had been an arm around her. Who’s arm? The only person she’d been with was...oh. Oh. She turned her head to the left, squinting to see Thomas laying there.
“Get up,” she groaned, pushing him. She slid out of bed and immediately closed the curtains. Without the blazing sunlight it was a little bit better.
Bee rifled through her bag and pulled out the first pair of shorts and tank top she touched. She was wearing a ripped pair of denim shorts and a tank top with Captain America’s shield on it. She slipped her feet into her converse without bothering with her socks. It was obvious she didn’t give a damn about her appearance. She flipped her hair over, gathering it into a ponytail. That would just have to do. That was all she had the energy for. The final touch was the pair of Aviator’s she put on. The ones with the darkest lenses. And a hat. She added a beat up old baseball hat she found laying around his room. She put it on and pulled her ponytail out through the space in the back. Bee was trying to make sure as little sun as possible shined through.
“Thomas,” she whined, picking up a pillow from the floor. “I want pancakes,” she said, and then she threw the pillow at his head. Bee stood there in the doorway staring at him with her hands on her hips.
Thomas had actually been awake for awhile when Bee pushed him, thanks to the sun coming through the window. Last night leaving Corinne with his parents so that they could get to know their granddaughter, and so that he and Bee could go out and have fun, had seemed like a great idea. So had the drinks they’d kept ordering but now that they were lying there in bed together, he wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Bee, didn’t like the fact that they’d woken up like this because he did. It had been one of the best mornings he could remember having in a while, waking up with her next to him, his arm around her holding her close but he couldn’t seem to get rid of the worry that somehow things might have gotten messed up between them because of it.
He kept his eyes closed tight when he felt Bee getting out of the bed, resisting the urge to take a peek at her as she moved about getting dressed. He managed to at least mostly hold on to his pretense at sleeping until Bee hit him with the pillow she threw although he hadn’t been able to completely stop himself from laughing softly at the whine of his name. He sat up slowly, knowing that anything faster than that would make his head and the room they were in feel like they were spinning, he’d been down the hangover road too many times to not know how to avoid making it worse. He looked up at her standing in the doorway like she had so many times and smiled at her, deciding that if he could try to act like everything was normal between them if she could.
“Morning love. I think I saw a diner down the way when we were dropping our stuff off, probably be able to get your pancakes there. And coffee,” he said as he got up out of bed, grabbing his jeans from where they’d hit the floor the night before and pulling them on instead of trying to get past her and to the room across the hall where he’d put his things. He looked around for his shirt as he buttoned up and spotted it on the floor near the door. “Toss me that love?” he asked, holding his hand out towards her. “I’ll need to grab a shower before we go pick up Corinne but breakfast first.”
Bee would be lying if she said the way he called her 'love' didn't make her swoon like a school girl. She had always adored his accent. But unlike most other girls, she liked Thomas for a lot more than his accent or his musical talents or his rockstar good looks.
She bent down and picked his shirt, holding it in her hands. "This?" she asked, holding it up for him. Even waved it a little in his direction. "Here you go," she said, and she tossed it at him. With a little more force and aiming for his head.
"You do. You stink," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. She didn't think that of course! But Bee couldn't resist an opportunity like that. He left himself wide open for that one. Really, only he could be blamed for that. All kidding aside though, she would need to shower too. She wasn't going over to his parents house to pick up his daughter with him possibly smelling like alcohol. Plus a shower after pancakes sounded wonderful.
When they were ready to head out she closed the door behind them and linked arms with Thomas. It wasn't something new. She often walked that way with him, or holding hands. It didn't matter that they weren't a couple. He was one of her best friends and one of the people that knew her the best. She didn't think twice about little displays like that.
Thomas barely got his hand up in time to catch his tshirt when she threw it at him and he pretended to glare at her as he pulled it on. “You’re going to pay for that one later love. I promise you. Could be a few hours before mum and dad are willing to let us have Corinne back. Mum’s pretty thrilled about having a grandbaby to spoil after all,” he told her crossing the room to give Bee a light kiss on her forehead.
“Well if that’s bad, maybe I should forget the pancakes and go get it now...” he told her pretending to think about as he looked at her before grinning and reaching playfully as if to grab her tongue. Nothing he wouldn’t have done any other time, nothing he wouldn’t have done to one of his sisters. “Sorry love, you’re just going to have to live with it. Because I’m starving. And oddly, looking forward to a breakfast without Corinne there. Mum was right, I needed the night off,” he admitted reaching for her hand even as she linked their arms together.
He was comfortable with Bee, walking this way. She knew him better than almost anyone and he cared about her more than he did anyone outside of his family. It wasn’t weird for them to be touching when they walked. Or at least it never had been before and it didn’t feel that way now to him. “We need to talk over breakfast Bee,” he said quietly, his tone serious.
"Do you hear that? Totally not shaking in my converse," Belinda returned, grinning at him. She wasn't afraid. She had her own tricks up her sleeve if he wanted to try!
Bee pouted when he said forget the pancakes. She knew he was joking, of course! But she still gave him the pouty face anyway. "Because you're looking forward to having hot food for a change?" she asked. It was something her parents always said they were grateful for when their daughters were older. "My parents always used to say we never let them have a hot meal." With triplets and another daughter just under a year younger than Bee and her sisters, she figured her parents weren't really embellishing. She knew they were a handful from day one. "It's okay to need a break," she assured him, incase he was feeling guilty for saying that. It couldn't be easy having your life change overnight.
She could imagine that he needed a night off. Bee had been hanging around his place more than usual since he'd gained custody of a daughter he didn't know he had. She was trying to help him. He had Liam and he knew how to take care of and handle a baby but she knew he might be a bit overwhelmed. Taking care of your baby brother and taking care of your two year old child you never met were entirely different things. She didn't mind helping him and she liked being there for him at the end of the night if he needed to talk.
Bee wasn't avoiding the subject or trying to forget what had happened. She knew they would need to have a conversation and she wasn't at all surprised when he said so. "I know," she said. Over breakfast had been her own plan too. With the pounding in her head subsiding, she just wanted to get some carbs and coffee in her first.
The walk to the diner was short and the turn around for food was quick. She was devouring her pancakes from the moment they were set down in front of her. Chocolate chip pancakes with butter and sugar sprinkled over them. Delicious! And the perfect breakfast after a night of drinking. She was already on her third cup of coffee. Light and sweet. Just the way she liked it.
"I'm totally psychic," Bee blurted out randomly through their breakfast small talk. It was clear she was feeling better and her hangover symptoms were slowly disappearing. "You want to talk about last night." Her tone was light and playful as she joked with him.
Thomas couldn’t help but laugh at her pouting at him that way as he gave her another light kiss, staying close to her for a few seconds this time, just enjoying it. “I wonder if you’re where Corinne gets that from then. Because my mum and dad never said that about me and my siblings when we were growing up,” he told her with a wink. That was an outright lie. His parents were fond of telling all of them that they didn’t get a hot meal from the time his brother was born until Riley had been old enough to start school. One of them had always needed something right at dinner time that kept them from eating before dinner was already getting cold. He sighed at Bee’s comment about it being okay and gave a quick nod of his head.
He knew she was right, it was okay for him to take a night off and leave Corinne with a babysitter, or with his family. But he still worried about her. It was weird to him how quickly his daughter had become so important to him. He hadn’t known about her until just a few weeks ago and she had quickly become one of the most important things in his life. He loved her more than anything and yeah he missed being able to just go and hang out and not have to worry about anything because Riley could take care of herself but he wouldn’t give his daughter up for the chance to do that again. To have his old life back.
“I think you needed a night off as much as I did. Neither of us have had time for ourselves lately. And I know I haven’t said it Bee, but I’m glad you were there with me. I don’t think I’d have gotten through that first week without your help” he told her honestly. She had been a huge help to him in dealing with his daughter that first week when she’d been waking up crying for her mom and asking when her auntie was coming back to get her and Thomas hadn’t known how to answer that. Her mom’s friend had left Corinne with him because she couldn’t take care of the little girl anymore like she had been.
Thomas looked up from his french toast at her comment about being psychic and just nodded as he put another bite in his mouth. It was probably the best meal he’d had in weeks because he was able to enjoy it instead of having to make sure Corinne was eating her food and not playing with it and he sighed after swallowing. “Bee. Last night, I can’t remember exactly what happened between us. But I didn’t hate waking up with you that way. And what I do remember of last night, hazy as it is, I enjoyed it,” he told her, deciding to just be honest with her about things. He wanted things to be normal between them, to be okay between them, but a part of him wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to how things had been.
His kisses brought a smile to her face. Bee selfishly loved the fact that he never had a girlfriend. To be fair it had been a really long time since she dated anyone herself. She always knew that if either of them dated anyone, parts of their relationship would have to change. And she had never quite been ready to give up the way they were. At least not when they were living in the same place.
"Careful Pinocchio. Telling lies will make your nose grow," she teased. "Besides, "I'm pretty sure that she got her energy level from her daddy," she added with a smile. Bee might have a lot of energy but he was one of the few people that had no problem keeping up with her. So she knew that was a blatant lie. She would also have no problem asking his mom later. That simple question was bound to bring up more than a few stories from his childhood. And she so enjoyed those.
Just because he needed a night off didn't mean he didn't worry. Or that he shouldn't. It didn't mean that she didn't worry either. Though she knew that Corinne was being left in the best hands. Belinda may have only known her a few weeks but Bee loved that little girl. It was kind of scary how quickly and how easily it was to love her. But Bee adored her. It was hard not to, not when she could clearly see Thomas in her features.
It was kind of nice to have a night off, though she did find herself wondering what Corinne was doing at times. Children required a lot of a lot. A lot of time, attention, patience, understanding. And Corinne even needed more than any other kid. She was ripped from everything she knew and she lost the only parent she'd known.
"As if I would be anywhere else," she told him, giving his hand a squeeze.
It was one of the first times she could ever remember not being able to know what Thomas was going to say. She had already known it was going to be about last night. That would have been obvious to anyone. But she can honestly say she didn't know what he was going to say about it.
Bee couldn't tell him how it happened either. One minute they were drinking and dancing and the next thing she could remember was clothing hitting the floor of her bedroom. It didn't really matter how it started or who started it now.
"You have kid. I didn't think I'd have to spell out what we did for you," she teased, attempting to lighten the conversation. She couldn't stop the smile when he said he enjoyed it. Bee had very much enjoyed last night and couldn't help wondering why they had never crossed that bridge before. "All kidding aside, Thomas," she started, "I honestly don't know what last night meant or what it means but I didn't hate it either. Not at all," Belinda admitted. "I..I think...I kind of maybe think I have feelings for you."
She heard herself saying it before she could stop it. She wasn't supposed to say it out loud! But somehow her brain had missed that cue. She had hoped to have a little more time to sort out the whole 'I think I fell in love with my best friend' feelings. Or to at least watch a few seasons of Dawson's Creek while she decided if it was something she should admit to. But instead there it was.
Thomas laughed at the comment about telling lies, and then winced immediately afterwards because of the way it made his head feel. “If I’m Pinocchio does that make you the Blue Fairy or Gepetto?” he asked her, teasingly ignoring the statement about Corinne getting her energy level from him because it was true. Out of all their friends he and Bee were the ones most likely to still be up and going at dawn after a night out, they’d found that out in high school. It didn’t matter what had been going on - they both just seemed to have energy to spare.
“I know love. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m glad you were there” he told her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in return.
Her teasing comment brought a smile to his face and he took a sip of his coffee before responding. “Point,” he said, picking his fork back up to take another bite of his french toast. He was using the food as an excuse to just listen to her and think. He’d been attracted to Bee at the beginning of their friendship but she’d been seeing someone and he’d pushed it out of his mind until he’d almost forgotten it. Her statement about thinking she might have feelings for him took him by surprise and he almost choked on his breakfast for a moment. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that. To say anything like that.
“I think it was sometime senior year for me love. That I started having feelings for you, but you were dating Kenny and I didn’t want to mess that up so I didn’t say anything. Didn’t let myself think about it and dated other people,” he told her. One of those other people had been her sister and he’d honestly cared about Connie, still did as a matter of fact but not that way. Not like he did Bee. He looked her in the eye as he took another sip of his coffee, shaking his head at the waitress when she started to come over to ask about refills, not wanting them to be interrupted yet.
She nearly dropped her fork at his admission. Bee was caught off guard by that. "Senior year?" she repeated, confused. How had she had no idea? On some level, deep, deep in her subconscious she had to know. And somewhere far back there she had reciprocated his feelings even then. She was dating Kenny before she'd even met him though and believed she was in love with him. "And you never said anything?"
This was not at all how she pictured her morning. Or last night for that matter. Honestly she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around where she ended up today. Not that she was opposed to the way it was turning out. She was just surprised.
He didn’t look away from her, trying to appear calmer than he felt as he laid his secrets out there for her to see. The one thing Thomas had always kept from her: his feelings for her. “What was I supposed to say Bee? You had a boyfriend when we met. And he and I became friends. And then you broke up but I was dating Connie. And even if I hadn’t been, he was one of my best friends. It would have been pretty shitty of me to say something then. And after Connie and I broke up, Highway 21 was starting to get noticed and so was Crazy Harry. The time just never worked out for me to tell you,” he told her, hoping she’d understand and accept his explanation.
She wasn't mad or anything. There was no explanation to accept. It made a little more sense now at least. She just didn't know how she was blind for so long. That she never once noticed anything. She didn't think she was that oblivious. Apparently she was though. Belinda had always thought they were friends, that there wasn't any more there. But that wasn't true either. She just hadn't been able to discern what her feelings really were for him.
It would have been horrible timing to admit it, which knowing Thomas, she knew he could never have done that. In fact, she admired that about him. Even though she wondered where they might be right now if he had. Besides never being single at the same time, their music careers had taken them in separate directions. She had been spending more time with the band. They were working on songs, booking as many gigs as possible. And eventually touring and traveling.
"I don't know," Bee admitted. "I just…wow…high school." She supposed it kind of made sense. Her mother had accused her of dating Thomas on more than one occasion. She even went so far as to lecture her about proper etiquette when you are the female friend of a boy with a girlfriend. Bee shrugged them off, never caring about them. He was the first person she called for everything. Looking back now, in hindsight, it was easy to see it. It seemed so obvious now.
Thomas sighed and set his coffee cup down as he reached for Bee’s hand. This hadn’t been the way he meant to tell her, he hadn’t even been sure he ever meant to tell her how he felt. He wanted to but he’d been honest the time had just never been right for it. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that Bee. It just, when you told me that you thought you might, I couldn’t not tell you how I felt,” he said softly. His parents had assumed that he and Bee were dating for the past few months, thanks to the coverage of their date at Valentine’s Day.
Bee slipped her hand into his. She liked the way his touch made her feel. Grounded, comfortable, happy.
"I didn't mean to blurt it out either," she admitted, a small smile on her lips. It had just come out. Things she didn't intend sharing tended to come out around Thomas. That was one of the downfalls of being so utterly comfortable around someone. Besides he was one of the few people who could pull something she didn't want to talk about out of her. "It's all your fault," Bee joked. "You made me blurt it out."
Thomas just squeezed her hand gently, smiling at her. “Love, I don’t think either of us would have said it otherwise. I know I wouldn’t have at least. Too much I was afraid of losing with you,” he told her, idly running his thumb over his hand.
“I’ll take the blame love. Happily. Because what I made you blurt out, best thing I’ve heard in a long time,” he told her once he quit chuckling at her accusation. “If you’ve finished breakfast, I think we should head back and grab the showers we both mentioned needing. And call my mum later and see when she wants us to come pick up the little one. Or if she wants to keep Corinne an extra night,” he added, even though his mind was on a lot of things besides a shower that he and Bee could do once they were alone again. Starting with a kiss.
”You should know better by now. There’s no way you could lose me,” Bee told him. It was entirely true. She was confident in the fact that he wouldn’t ever do something to hurt her. At least not intentionally. And that would be the only way he could possibly lose her. Thomas and his family were hers as well. She couldn’t imagine not having him in her life.
“Always making me do all the work,” she teased. He could have been the one to say it! Considering he’d had these feelings longer. Or at least acknowledged them longer. “Finished,” Bee confirmed, grinning at him. A shower was about the last thing on her mind right now. Actually, a shower was something they could combine with what was on her mind. She was more than ready to leave here and enjoy a little more time alone with Thomas before they called his mother. “We really need that shower,” she agreed, grinning wider at him.