I hit 50,000 words tonight and finished my novel. Those numbers ended up not being very far apart. I guarantee with revision this would end up below 50,000 words, probably well below. This means you get another chapter and this will be the final one that I post here. If for some reason you've enjoyed reading them and would like to read the entire rough draft, I will gladly email it to you. Just leave a comment or let me know some other way and let me know your email, so I can send it to you.
Honestly this chapter is the ending of the story I had planned to right. It's not the end of the book, because I added a plot point, so I could get to 50,000 words. So, here is Chapter 39:
Chapter Thirty Nine
I stood up and followed her into her bedroom. I really didn’t know what she was up to. We had plenty of privacy in the living room too, so I was puzzled. Nothing that had happened that day led me to think that she wanted to have sex again, but I can’t say I didn’t want to. I doubted she had anything special to show me too.
She opened a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a pair of white socks. She sat on the corner of the bed. She smiled up at me.
“I didn’t want you to think I was going to take more pills,” she said, “Also, you’re nice company to have around.”
“I would’ve believed you, if you’d just told me,” I said.
Slipped on the socks and then pulled her red shoes out from under the bed.
“I know you would have,” she said, “I probably would’ve popped one had you not come with me though.”
She slipped the shoes on to her feet and laced them up. She looked up at me again.
“I’d like to keep you around forever,” she said, “but I think it’s time for you to go. I’ve got to get ready for work soon and I’m sure you have a life to return to. I don’t mean to sound like I’m just kicking you out.”
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll leave. It was nice…”
“Not before I walk you out,” she said.
“Ok,” I said breaking into a smile.
“I think you’re probably too shy to ask for it,” she said, “so hand me your phone and I’ll put in my number.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her. She slid it opened and typed something in it and then handed it back to me. I didn’t really look; I just closed it and put it back into my pocket. She seemed alright with the way I handled that.
“You’d better call me,” she said.
“I will,” I said.
“I’ll hunt you down if you don’t,” she said before starting to laugh.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.
She stood up and walked out of the room, motioning for me to follow her. She stopped in front of the door and opened the closet there. She pulled out her jacket and slipped it on.
“Not that you brought that much stuff,” she said, “but you’re sure you’re not forgetting anything?”
“I’ve got everything,” I said patting my ass to make sure I still had my wallet.
“Good,” she said.
She opened the door and we walked outside together. It wasn’t all that cold. There was still a little chill in the air, but it was certainly warmer than it had been the day before. It was covered until we got down to the parking lot, so we didn’t need to worry about the rain until then.
We didn’t talk as we walked down the steps side by side. I stopped just before we were about to leave cover and she did the same. She looked at me as if she was wondering why I stopped.
“You don’t have to go into the rain,” I said.
“I want to,” she said.
“It’s cold though,” I said, “I’d rather you didn’t get wet on my behalf. You might get sick.”
“I won’t get sick,” she said, “I’ll shove you out there, if you don’t move soon, though.”
I stepped out and she was right beside. We we’re just a few steps out when the rain picked up in intensity. I walked a little fast as did she. I stopped by the driver’s side door and we faced each other. The rain had already soaked her hair it was dripping down her face. I was soaked as well and was freezing.
She looked up at me. I’m not one who usually picks up on signals, but this time it was pretty clear. She got up on her tippy-toes and I leaned down. We kissed. It was a fervent kiss. Kissing in the rain is one of those romanticized things that people put on their bucket lists. I think most people imagine it being in a summer shower not on some chilly fall afternoon. Still, I suppose it’s something I can claim now.
“I needed to do that,” she said after pulling away from the kiss, “I hope you didn’t mind.”
“Of course not,” I said.
“I don’t know where you want to go from here,” she said, “but it’s on you.”
“Ok,” I said.
“I just don’t want to ever go back to being strangers,” she said, “Just so you know I wouldn’t turn down a date. I don’t want you to be worried about that. Don’t feel obligated to do that though.”
“Alright,” I said.
“I’ll be working a lot this weekend,” she said, “call me next week and we’ll work it out then.”
“I don’t want to become strangers either,” I said, finally finding actual words.
“Good,” she said, “thank you so much for everything.”
“Thank you for being such a nice host,” I said.
“Goodbye, Michael,” she said.
She wrapped her arms around me and held me in an embrace for a while. I put my arms around her too. We had shared so much with each other. That was probably the best hug I’ve ever gotten. I said more than any words could. We finally pulled apart and I pulled my car keys out of my pocket. I unlocked my door.
“Bye, Camille,” I said, “I’m really glad you let me hang out with you.”
She didn’t say anything. She simply smiled at me. She was shivering pretty badly. I shut my car door and started the engine. She waved and then ran for cover. I was freezing too and was willing my car to warm up quickly when I started it. You never realize exactly how wet you are until you’re in a dry place.
I got everything situated and then put the car into the drive. I saw Camille standing under cover. She started waving when she thought I could see her. She was soaked and shivering. I waved back as I pulled past. I watched in the rear view mirror as she nearly sprinted out of sight.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!