Between Them Novels & Stories

We don’t say anything else for a while. The rain slows at minute eight. Not stopped but manageable. I put the folder back in my bag and zip it. “Ready?” he says. “Yes.” We walk to the library separately, technically, in that we take the same path at the same pace but with the distance of two people who have not agreed to walk together. It’s a small distinction. It matters to me and I think it matters to him too, which is why he maintains it without being asked. At the library entrance we go through the same door.

This time, it showed just a little more. “Fair.” The silence returned one more time. But now It felt lighter. Not resolved. Not complete. But moving. And as they stood there, side by side, not bound by the past, not defined by what had been forced between them before There was something new. Not control. Not distance. Something in between. Something that could grow. But only if they both chose it. And this time They would.

But he didn’t move either. He let it stay. For a moment. Then she let go. Slowly. Her gaze moved forward again. “We should keep moving,” she said. “Yes.” They started walking again. Side by side. But now… The distance between them had changed. Not gone. Not completely. But something had broken through. And neither of them ignored it.

The distance they had been maintaining since the hallway, the distance that was neither intimacy nor its opposite but the specific charged neutrality of two people who have not yet decided what to do with the space between them. She looked up at the windows. "Ten days," she said. It was not a question. It was not a response to anything he had said. It was simply the number, placed between them alongside the other thing, alongside the question that was still sitting between them from the car. He looked up at the windows. "Yes," he said. They stood there for a moment, two people outside a building o

For the first time, I felt the tension between them clearly. Heavy. Unresolved. Like they weren’t just strangers standing in front of each other… but rivals who never really ended things. And somehow— I was right in the middle of it.

But neither returned to their original seats. In the hush that followed, something settled between them. Not spoken. Not defined. But real. The careful distance they’d kept before didn’t seem needed anymore. And now, neither of them seemed willing to bring it back. ​

"What about a shirt? Does any of the boys have an extra shirt?" "I don't think so." "I do. Here," Brian said behind me and when I turned around he threw his shirt at my head. I pulled the shirt into my hands. My eyes happened to land on Darren. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking - no, glaring at someone behind me. I looked behind me to see it was Brian. Why was he glaring at Brian? I didn't know why, but these boys definitely don't get along with each other. "I don't want yours," I said, throwing it back to him.

Clark gave a nod and started the car engine. They got to the place. It was a bungalow. A well furnished bungalow where members of the confraternity residing in LA usually meet up, away from the burning eyes of others. It was hidden just like Skylar's house, just that it was located in the city, while Skylar's was located on the outskirts of the city. They both got inside and we're faced with the two men that seemed to be in a heated argument and Skylar's presence brought calm in the midst of the argument.

It was three days later when I decided to postpone my interviews. "Clarisse, I'm sorry but I will call you again next week, I'm having a lot on my plate at the moment. I need time off and..." I was taking my call on the living room, the one-bedroom college apartment felt suffocating in the last few days that I was there. It was a couple of days ago after I heard their love statements to each other that my feelings for them were suddenly tested. It was the fact that their relationship was way past casual, was making me think about my standings. I didn't even know what I was between them.

" What ? He asked feigning innocence . " You just said there's a butterfly in mom's eye's , her eyes ...dad ..." I said trailing the eyes part . " Fine. ... I'm bad at making Escuses " he said and kissed mom on the lips then walked out of the kitchen . I looked at how mom blushed happily and looked away ... I still can't believe these two finally love and understand each other this much . They used to leave like strangers , Things only got better after the Death of his mistress , they Rekindled their lost love with lots of visit to marriage counselors.