Thinking II      Thinking II

 by 71RivLover

  

 

 Disclaimer: I don't own them and you don't either. :( Don't it make you
want to cry?

 Author's Notes: Not Beta'd, again. Thanks to all the people who gave me
positive feedback for 'Thinking'. So sorry about the delay guys! Keep
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 Story Notes: Still no Kowalski anywhere in sight. Couldn't think of a
title so I just stuck a 'II' on it. There will be a 'III' sometime.

 This story is a sequel to: Thinking 

 

 I can see him in the corner of my eye as I drive through the traffic,
heading to West Racine to what he calls an apartment. I don't know how he
can live like that, I know I couldn't. But then again I wasn't born up in
the Canadian wilderness like he was. 

 He's watching me, my hands maybe, or my driving. I'm waiting for him to
start complaining about my driving or something, but he doesn't say
anything. He looks away out the window, something obviously on his mind.
I'm worried about him. He doesn't seem like himself lately. Oh yeah, he's
still licking stuff and ruining my suits every once in a while, but he
seems...distant. Preoccupied with something. And being the stubburn
mountie that he is, he won't tell me what's wrong. 

 So I ask him again and he says he's fine. He's lying and I know it. I
tell him so but he says nothing. I shake my head as I park my car in front
of his apartment building. 

 We're walking up the stairs, side by side, like we have done so many
other times. I am talking to him but I don't have his attention. I place a
hand on his shoulder and complain about his lack of attention span. He
smiles, but his thoughts are on something else. 

 That's it. I can't take it anymore! We enter his apartment and I shut the
door behind me and lean against it. I fold my arms across my chest and get
his attention then ask what's wrong again. I see recognition in his eyes,
he knows I'm not going anywhere until I find out what is bothering him. 

 "Are you in trouble Benny? Cause I'll help you out if you are." He says
nothing. Another thought comes to me. "Are you homesick?" Still no answer,
but I would understand it if he were. He's hundreds of miles away from
home, in a big city where you can't see the stars at night. Not unless
you're far enough away from the city lights. Probably misses the fresh air
and the clean snow. 

 I wish he would tell me what is wrong. I'm so worried about him. We're
supposed to be friends, friends talk about their problems but he just
won't. Maybe...maybe he just dosen't trust me enough. 

 'Oh come on Raymond! Why on earth would he not trust you?' I can not help
but ask myself. 

 I am pleading with him silently, but he is still quiet and I am about to
give up. And that's when he says it. 

 "Ray. You are beautiful." 

 I watch as he lowers his eyes. Me? Beautiful. Huh, yeah right! My brain
suddenly kicks in, realizing what he just said. 

 Benny thinks I'm beautiful. 

 That's the big problem? That's why he's been moping around for God knows
how long?! He's not homesick, just lovesick... 

 Oh damn. 

 The mountie fell in love with me. 

End Thinking II by 71RivLover: RivLover@hotmail.com

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