Cream and Sugar novel

---- 8. The Part Where We Dance The blonde shifted in her seat and then finished off her glass, hovering it off to me for another, I poured her some and she started her tale again. "My mother kicked me out of the house once when I was fifteen. She... hadn't approved of what I am and how I was. Later on as I got older, she'd praise me for trying, for never giving up, but her opinion of me never really changed.

The sad thing is, I am still trying to please my parents, despite my unhappiness towards the action." "You're parents are assholes." She frowned at me, not taking the joke too well. "I-I didn't mea-" From my sudden shift of emotion , Cameron laughs her ass off, "Come on, Gail, I was just kidding. Yes, they are the biggest assholes in the world." "You know you shouldn't do what you're doing just to please them.

You'll never find happiness of your own, and worse-case scenario, you won't fall in love ever." I say, finishing off my glass. Cameron shrugged, "I'm working on that.'' When she smiles at me, I automatically smile at her back. "See? That wasn't so bad, right?" "Guess so." ---- "So, what's with you and that song you were singing? " The blonde finishes her second glass and asks for a third one.

She was going through the wine real fast, I'm pretty sure later I'll be dealing with another happy -giggling Cammie. "That was sort of our song. No Other Love by Jo Stafford." I scratch my head. "Really? Damn that song is old. But it is a very, very good one. So, is it like a trigger for you?" "Yeah, it kind of is. Even if it isn't playing , my dick brain would play it on up here." I point to my head. "I get really depressed when I do.

It reminds me of Pam, our relationship , what we had and how it was to be with her... That sort of stuff." "Okay," Cameron says, "get up." "Why?" "Just get up." I go along her order. We were both standing up, "help me move the couch a little bit over there." She leans in and pushes, after a few seconds of adjusting, I finally do what she says. "Oh my god, please don't tell me we're going to dance?" Cameron started to laugh. "Bad dancer is the biggest understatement I've ever said.

I mean, I have two left foots for a feet." "Gail," she says, her hand now rested on my waist ---- which sends an electric buzz all over my body, "I'm helping you. Whenever the song starts playing in your head, or wherever, I don't want you to think of Pam. I want you to think about me, us, dancing. Can you do that?" Since she was so close, my breathing has stopped, "Gail, you need to breathe." "I can try." I say all airy as I breathe out and in again.

"All right," she lets go of my waist and reaches for her laptop, "first thing's first, let me get the music." "Ah," I blurt out, "Ihave... that covered." Cameron looks at me begrudgingly, "Please don't tell me you have it on your phone?" "Well... I listen to it from time to time." "You listen to it from time to time?" She says as I hand her the phone, "Don't do that to yourself, Gail. Since we've reached a deeper kind of friendship I think I can say that, that woman was awful.

What I'm doing right now is helping you, I'm lessening your memories of her by turning this song into something good and exciting." Cameron lets my phone down and I distinctly hear No Other Love play from it, "Okay..." I say, my mood a little far since she played it. However , as she fixes my hands on her, and as her hand stay on my waist again, I half-knowingly stay in presence. "Gail, look at me." Cameron orders, and I ---- do so without question.

"This is the waltz, it's easy, just follow my lead." My steps were a millisecond slower than hers, but in spite of it, her therapy was working. I was in full view of my present, nothing from my past bugged me. We took steps left and right, front and back. When Cammie was about to spin me around, she whispered it to my ear, and as a reflex, I immediately spun around. A minute in the dance, her hands finally felt natural , although it still tingled my senses a little bit.

There was a line I started to sing along with and Cammie did too, although quite badly. When she said a few wrong lyrics, we started to giggle, although still dancing. There was no big finish at the end, no dips of some sort. When the music stopped, we stopped too. All that was left was our fleeting feelings floating in the air. It was amoment, and I was memorizing every bit of it in my mind, because I knew it would all be over in asecond.

"You're not that bad." Cameron says, slowly dropping her hands from my waist. Icleared my throat, "Well, I guess I just needed the right partner."