Two Spies

Title:(unknown)

Written: Oct.4^th 2010 (typed Nov.20^th)

Plot# (none)

       The air was just cold enough to cause discomfort, but not enough to make me shiver. The sound of my car door shutting seemed like a bang and my shoes seemed to cause echos off the asphalt onto the trees.

I could see his silhouette on a bench next to the playground. Given the hour of night and the abandoned park, this should have been a very freaky situation, but surprisingly I wasn't scared. I wasn't frightened at all; which is usually an emotion that comes easily to me. But I was definitely nervous.

        Once I got close enough, he stood up from the bench smiling, “Hello Clarissa.”

        “Hello, Shaun.”

        There was a good yard or two between us and he started to walk towards me, “I didn't think you would come.”

        That makes two of us, “I couldn't exactly not come.”

        He smiled, “Very true.”

        I stood there uncomfortably waiting for him to say something else. I never knew how to act around Shaun. We had known each other almost our whole lives and considering all the things we'd been through and the type of relation we'd had, we should have been enemies, but for some weird reason we weren't.

It made it even more awkward with the fact that he, for some unexplainable reason, was completely in love with me. I didn't even really view him as a friend, but he saw me almost as a potential wife. He was well aware of the fact that I wasn't a big fan of him, due to past decisions he had made, but that didn't dampen his spirits. He was constantly making moves on me; throwing out blatant compliments, trying to hold my hand, or standing extra close to me.

       “Just couldn't keep away from me?”

        I rolled my eyes, “Let's just get what we came for, okay?”

       “What, no grand welcoming?” he took a step towards me, “We haven't seen each other in a while. I think I at least deserve a special greeting.”

        “I said 'hi',” I tried to discreetly take a step back, but he just took a bigger step forward, “I think that's plenty of a greeting.”

        “Come on, I think I deserve something a little better then just a 'hi',” he closed the majority of space between us. I could feel his hand brushing up against mine.

       I long ago gave up trying to keep him from being friendly. Obviously I put up some resistance, drawing the line at holding hands or, heaven forbid, kissing. But little things, like hands brushing, I just tried to ignore.

But this one was rather difficult, since for some reason it was making my heart pound, “I have more important things to do Shaun, namely get the thing I came here to get.”

       “I think that can wait a few seconds,” he brushed his finger along my arm, sending a wave of butterflies into my stomach. Correction, not butterflies. Butterflies were what you got when you were happy and were associated with romance. These were more like bats, poking my innards with there wings and sending a weird rush through my body.

       The rush was small enough that it more woke me then entranced me and I quickly stepped away, “I have things to do. Lets just get this done.”

       He shook his head, “Fine. This way,” he then disappointed, but confident, started to walk away, “You know, you should really loosen your schedule if you don't even have time to enjoy the moment.”

       I muttered a,”whatever,” and followed him to the other end of the park.

       He walked in front of me, wearing a stripped polo and khaki shorts; my weakness when it came to men's apparel. He'd probably done that on purpose. I silently cursed myself for not thinking ahead and changing before I came. I'd been in a dressy mood that day, so I was wearing a nice pea-coat, along with dressy shoes and my hair was down and curled. Which he probably thought I had done on purpose, which I hadn't.