***Just to Hear You...*** one chapter fiqqy!

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***Just to Hear You***

As the bright sun shone through the window, Tom groaned. He buried his head under the pillow, trying to get more sleep. He growled, sitting up. He grabbed the pillow throwing it across the room.

"I swear to bloody hell." He groaned, walking to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on, and splashed his face with the cold water. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

"Don't cut yourself.." I smiled, poking him in the side, as he moved the razor up his cheek.

"You're gonna make me cut myself...stop." He held back a laugh.

"I'm innocent." I giggled.

"Yeah..as innocent as bloody Satan."

"Grrr.." I growled. "That turns me on so much when you say that." I said, sitting on the counter next to him.

"Say what?"

"'Bloody'. With that accent.. Makes me wanna do things.."

He started laughing as he wiped the excess shaving cream off his face with a towel. "I swear..you always wanna do things anyway."

"Shutup. That's not true."

"Does it really make you wanna do things?" He asked, as he stood infront of me. He rested his hands on my sides.

"Yes! It's hot!"

"Ya know what?" He asked, as he backed away.

"What?"

"Bloody! Bloody! Bloody! Bloody! Bloody!" He shouted as he ran out of the bathroom.

"You ass!!" I jumped off the counter and chased after him. "That's not funny!"

"I'm bloody running down the bloody stairs!" He laughed. He ran into the kitchen. "You didn't wash the bloody dishes like you were bloody suppose to!"

"Tom, shutup!" I ran into the kitchen after him.

He stood behind the kitchen table out of her reach. "You can't bloody catch me! You're bloody slow!"

"Okay...you're ruining it. I think there's a limit...if you say it so many times, it de-sexifies it."

"Oh-bloody-really?"

"Yup...that made me dry right up.." I said, sitting down.

"Mmm..I'm so sure."

"Shutup."

"What was that, my deary?"

"Shut. Up."

He gasped. "In all the time I spent in Germany, I never heard such a rude word!"

"Welcome to the U S of Romania." I laughted.

"You people are so rude, shameless, and ex-etura."

I looked at him. "My god...here we go again. 'Ex-etura this, Ex-etura that.'." I said, giggling.

"Hush."

"Hush? What do you think 'shutup' means. You're just as rude as romanians!"

"Am not!"

"Yes you are! You're just sexy as hell when you do it!"

"Am not!"

I busted up laughing. "You realize what you just did, Tom?"

"Yes. I insulted my self. Damn it to bloody hell.." He said, shaking his head.

"You're such an idiot!"

"See! Romanian rudeness! I told you!" He pointed at me.

I stood up, and walked towards him. "I'm sorry, baby.."

"You should be." He pouted.

"Awww...come here." I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips, then resting my head on jis shoulder.

He kissed my neck and, as I raised, smiled at me.

"What are you smiling about, evil one?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Bloody hell."

"SHUTUP!!!" I whined.

"Sorry.." He laughed. "I couldn't resist."

"Go away.."

"Fine.." He said, walking towards the stairs.

"Go get dressed! I wanna go shopping!"

"I swear...Germany...to Romania...to hole Europe. All girls ever do is shop. I swear." He groaned, walking up the stairs.

"Yeah, and all guys do is complain cause girls wanna shop!" I shouted.

~*~

Tom wiped the steam off the mirror, when he got out of the shower.

He walked back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. He looked to his side and found me smiling at him.

"Make love to me." I grinned.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't be offended if I start moaning 'OOOOOHHHH, BIIILLLLL!'"

He started laughing. "Is that your wildest fantasy? To make love to Bill?"

She sat up and looked at him. "Can you make it happen? Like... die your hear black, put make'up on, have pierce tounge, and..."

"And more?!..."

"Oh god...and the tights....oh god.." She groaned. "That'd be the best plÄƒcere sexualÄƒ maximÄƒ ever." I joked.

"Promise never to use such language around my mother.." He chuckled.

"Promise."

"Good."

"Anyway! Steady with your arrow baby..."

"My arrow?" He raised an eyebrow.

She giggled, and pointed down to his boxers.

"Well you can't blame!! You have such a filthy mind!!"

"Yeah..you like it. You know it."I said makeing a stupid dance.

He laughed. "Goodnight."

I giggled and kissed him. "Goodnight. I love you.."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. "I love you, too."

I smiled and rested my head against his chest.

~*~

Tom walked down to the kitchen, and sat on the barstool. He folded his arms over the bar and laid his head down. He closed his eyes in an effort to block out the sunlight that was certainly going to be the death of him.

"Black curtains. That's all I need.." He sighed.

"I hope you're hungry." I grinned, laying a plate of food on the table infront of him.

"My goodness...you cooked."

"I always cook."

"I know. For once..it isn't burnt."

"Ha ha ha.." I snickered, laying a fork next to his plate, with a glass of orange juice.

"There must be some reason that it's not burnt. What kind of poison is in it."

"Tomy, shutup and eat. You need meat on your bones. I swear, this morning you turned to the side and I swear you dissapeared."

"Oh sut up. I have plenty of meat on my bones. A little too much to be exact."

"Whatever."

"Why do all the girls say that? What is it that makes everyone so compelled to say that?"

"I don't know. Ask a therapist."

"I'll ask one...as soon as I hire one for you."

"Oh, shutup." I giggled, throwing a piece of a pancake at him, from across the table.

"Stop throwing food. There are thousands of people in Africa who are starving."

"Fine. Send them your food."

"No no.. I wouldn't wish your food upon anyone." He chuckled, taking a drink of his orange juice. He stopped laughing, when he felt a pancake hit him in the forehead. He grabbed it, as he felt the syrup drip down his face.

"You did that on purpose." He said, grabbing a napkin.

"No, the pancake just put it's self in my hand and throwed it's self too... Damn right I did!" I laugted. "Syrup face."

"You are the devil."

"Yup." I smiled.

~*~

Tom stood up from the barstool and went into the den. He grabbed his coat and walked towards the door. He groaned at the pile of mail by the door, which was thrown through the mail slot.

He picked it up and started going through it.

"Bill, bill, card of sympathy,bill, sympathy, bill, bill, bill, sympathy, bill, sympathy, sympathy, sympathy, bill, bill." He threw them on the table one by one as he read them.

"For bloody Christ's sake!" He growled. "I don't need sympathy!" He walked out the door, and started walking down the street, he adjusted his black coat, tightening around him. He looked up at the snow that was falling. The first snow of the winter...

His mouth formed into a grin, as he watched me twirl in the snow.

"Grow up, darling." He chuckled.

"I am grown up! It's snow, Tom! It's beautiful!"

"It is beautiful. But, I'm sick of it." He sighed. "I had to hike through the crap every single winter day back in Germany. Having Bill and Andreas attack me with snowballs. It's annoying. I hate sno-" He was cut off, when a snowball hit him right in the mouth.

I started laughing, as he spit the snow out of his mouth.

"No telling how many dogs peed on that! Yuck!!"

"I got you sooo good!!" She laughed.

"Shut up, satan!"

~*~

He sighed as he climbed ontop of the railing. He slowly walked on it, keeping his balance.

"Here we are again..." He looked down at the water below him, as he toyed with the "wedding" band on his finger. "My mother, Bill, Andreas, and the rest have left countless messages on my machine, wondering if I'm okay. I haven't returned the calls. There's no use, Drea. I don't wanna talk about it. Nobody understands how much i miss you.. I miss how much we use to talk and I miss all the things we used to do. I try not to admit
to myself that I still feel this way. Nobody knows that I still wake up thinking of you each day. I still think of you and I really do miss you. I would give up everything I have to be everything we're not anymore..." He said, sitting on the railing dangling his legs over the edge. "It's been a week...and, my life still hasn't picked up. Why? Because..there is no life for me, without you." He sighed.
The wind intesified. And it was the only thing that made some noise, in all that serenity.

"I used to get annoyed, when you kept screaming 'I love you, Tomy', at the top of your lungs, in the middle of the road, with all the people looking at us like we we're crazy, and wrap your arms around me. Right now..I'd give anything for that. I'd climb up the sky..take down the stars...just to be in your arms. I'd capture the moon...just to hear you say that you love me. Just once more. Just to taste your kiss..there'd be no sweeter gift, heaven could offer. I'd walk across this world just to be...close to you, cause I need you. Just.. come back." He said, as tears escaped his eyes.

He stood back up, walking across the railing again. "I'd sell my soul to bloody Satan if I knew it'd bring you back." He stopped at the long pillar that held the railing onto the bridge. "Just for my arms to be holding you close to me..there's nothing I won't try." He left go of the pillar, and sighed. He looked across the distance, at the river below him. The cold wind stung his cheeks, as it hit the tears that cascaded down his cheeks. "Andrea...you always told me that when you died...you'd be flying with the angels. Well...I wanna fly too.." He let go of his balance and spread out his arms. He fell forward, plunging to the water below...

THE END.

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They're playing love songs on the radio. I can't relate to that right now.. See, my life has it's ups and downs, it's high points and low points.
And right now I need some excitement.
...I might even [need you]...