WARRIOR'S LOVE (M/G SS)PART 3-page 7 - Page 4

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~~~~PART THREE~~~~

"Me too. Not too soon of course but in the future for sure." I looked down at the ground, blushing for some unknown reason. But of course it did not go unseen.

"Do you blush all the time?" He smiled at me and for the first time I noticed the slight Spanish accent on his tongue. I could feel my cheeks heat up even more and was afraid to look up at him. I felt him playfully nudge me and I knew then that he was teasing.

"It's a curse of the Irish." I said, smiling to myself.

"Well…I wouldn't call it a curse. You know men in the 1500's thought blushing women were the most beautiful and it made them feel more superior and…"

"Manly?" I laughed and he nodded. We fell back into silence, not an awkward silence but a peaceful one.

I found a spot under a tree that we could sit. The tree was old and big so we were completely shaded from the sun. And it looked out over the water too. He sat down beside me, still holding my hand and leaned against the tree. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I took this opportunity to study his face.

He had smooth, bronze coloured skin that made me want to reach over and touch it. His hair was no longer hidden under the cap and it was short and black, ready for the war. On his right eyebrow there was a scar through it. Not very noticeable but when you were studying someone's face it was. His lips were what caught my attention the most, apart from his eyes. They were perfect. They were the Perfect length, size and the fullest lips. I saw a smile playing at the corner of his lips and looked at him quizzically.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, without opening his eyes. I looked away as he said this, obviously embarrassed.

"No…I was just…looking." Stupid! What a stupid answer. He chuckled at this.

"What do you think?" He said lifting my chin to look at him. He green eyes bore into my soul, pretty much.

"Honestly… You know I don't even know your name." I laughed.

"It's Maan." He smiled.

"Honestly Maan…I think one of your eyes is bigger than the other, and your nose is too small for your face." He looked at me shocked, maybe even hurt, but I couldn't leave the smile off my face for very long and eventually I gave in and smiled. He caught on that I was joking and said, "Oh well, I give you nice compliments about yours and you give me negative ones. I see." I laughed louder this time and he was laughed too.

"I was only joking." I smiled, leaning against him more. He raised his arm and I rested against his chest. He sighed and I could feel his heart beating against my back. Suddenly I felt weird. I would probably never see this guy again. I had only met him today and yet it felt like we had known each other all of our lives. I was sad. "Are you leaving today?" I whispered.

"Yes." He sighed. I nodded my head against him. "The bus leaves at 7." He said glumly.

"Who are you leaving behind?" I asked cautiously.

"My mother and father."

"That's it?" I looked up into his face and he looked sadly down at mine. He nodded slightly and I rested deeper into the crook of his green army shirt.

"Listen, Geet." He sat up straighter, so naturally I had to sit up too. I turned at looked at him directly in the face. He looked so serious. "I…I know you must have a boyfriend, but I don't care. I've got no one to send a letter too. And I was wondering…if you'd mind if I sent one back here to you."

"I don't have a boyfriend." I said and he studied my face. I felt like crying. Here was this poor guy from god knows where, probably joined up for the money, and he was asking to write letters to me. "Of course you can write letters to me." I smiled brightly. "Who knows I might even write one back." I teased and he smiled again.

"Thank you." He reached up and touched my cheek.

We talked under the tree for about an hour. He told me he was from Annieland and that he worked on his father's farm his whole life. He was an only child now, his baby sister died when she was 4, and his parents were older. Like I had suspected, their farm was not doing so well and he had joined the army so that they could manage the farm a little better than they had been. He talked about his plans on what he would change about the farm when he got back home.

We talked about my family, which sounded so different from his. We were from two completely different worlds. Here he had to work and fight for money and I was working for fun. He had to struggle to pay for school and I got in without any problems. His family went out for dinner once a year and that was on his birthday. We went out for dinner every Saturday night, which had been a family thing since my parents got married.

It got closer to 4 and I realized my mother would be concerned about me. I jumped up in a panic. He looked at me worried.

"I have to call my mom. She'll be in a right state." I looked around for somewhere to call and noticed a little corner shop. "Come on." I grabbed his hand and started running for the store. I don't know why I ran, but I felt the need to feel the wind on my face and the race of my heart beat.

We entered the store laughing and out of breath and I looked around. There was a pay phone in the corner. I reached into my purse for 10 cents and put it into the phone and dialed home. It rang three times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" Mom said.

"Hi mom, it's Geet." I cringed waiting for her to freak and was equally shocked when she didn't.

"Oh hi dear. Are you don't work now?"

"Um…yes. But I'm just going to go out for dinner with a friend ok?" I said looking at Maan who was browsing through the magazines.

"Ok dear. Just be home by 8." We said our good byes and hung up. I went to Maan and noticed that he was reading a new addition of Life Magazine. My mother loved reading those magazines. She got one every time a new edition came out. So I chuckled when I saw it.

"You like reading those?" I smiled brightly and he turned to me. He smiled, but his eyes were sad.

"My mother loves these." He said.

"What mother doesn't?" I laughed and he nodded thoughtfully.

"She has two copies and she reads them over and over." My smile dropped. Now I saw why he looked so sad. This must be the worst day of his life so far. He sighed as he put the magazine back and then grabbed my hand.

"I'm starving." He smiled and lead me out of the shop.

Maan and I ended up at Di's Drive In. It was a common place that we teenagers liked to go to after a movie on a Friday night, for a quick burger and shake. Di's had the best burgers and chocolate milk shakes and I said this to Maan as we walked in. There were little red booths every where with a checkered dance floor and a jukebox that was playing quietly in the corner. We picked on closer to the music and waited for our waitress to bring us menus.

I looked around the place and noticed a couple of the kids from school. My best friend Meera was sitting across the room. She had red curly hair that she wore in two pig-tails, each matched with pink bows. She had bright blue eyes that, in sunlight, looked purple. She and I had been friends since we were younger and had remained friends. She was at Di's with her beau, Andy, who was madly in love with her. He was tall, blonde and blue eyed. He was a little bit older than us, about 24, but he had one over her mother and father. We were constantly talking about when he was going to propose to her.

She glanced over and waved at me, and then raised her eyebrows at Maan, with a devious smile. I waved back and Maan noticed, looked over his shoulder and turned back smiling. I saw her say something to Andy and he passed her something. She smiled at him again and got up, heading in our direction. Knowing Meera, she was pretending to put money in the jukebox find out who I was with.

"Hey Geet." She smiled at me. Then she turned to Maan. "Hi, I'm Meera."

"She's my closest friend." I explained.

"Maan singh khurana." He said sticking his hand out to her. She smiled brightly as she shook his hand.

"So…How do you know each other?" She looked at me.

"Uh…we met at the caf."

"Oh…" She smiled at Maan but I could see the shock and scandal hidden behind her eyes. I smiled down to my lap.

"You leaving today, Soldier?" She asked.

"Yep." He sighed.

"Well…you just take good care of her. Don't be…disrespecting her." She said with a motherly tone. I gaped at her and she shrugged before she walked away. Maan smiled after her.

"I like her. She's a nice girl." He said with amusement in his voice.

"She certainly is." I shook my head with disbelief. "You should meet my sister. She's even worse." I said laughing.

"Maybe another time." He said. My smile dropped.

"Oh right." The waitress came over and took our orders. Two chocolate shakes with two orders of burgers and fries.

"So when do you think you're going to come back?" I asked.

"Well…the "plan" is that we go to California for training. That's for a month. Then we get a two week break. We get shipped out after that." His smile dropped. "So when I come back I can meet your sister." He smiled weakly.

"Sure." I smiled. "I'll be here." He looked into my eyes and studied them with all seriousness. The waitress brought over our milkshakes and burgers, breaking our eye contact. I thanked her and she left.

"So, what are your plans for the future?" He asked me.

"Well…I want to go to university, but I probable wont. You know how things are…" I looked at him and he nodded thoughtfully, which he seems to do a lot.

"So you think you'll get married before you get the chance?" he glanced up at me through his eyelashes and I nodded slightly. I realized that he could think that I meant married to him so I quickly tried to recover.

"You know with the war and everything. People are getting married really quickly." I groaned as I realized that sounded just as bad. "I mean…I don't mean that I would be married to you." His head shot up and he looked at me. A smile was at the corner of his mouth but he never fully smiled. "Well what I mean is…" I had no idea what I meant any more. "I-uh-"

"It's ok." He reached over and grabbed my hand. "I know what you meant." I exhaled to the best of my ability, due to my racing heart. We ate in silence, not really needing to say anything. I noticed that Meera kept glancing over. She was smiling brightly at me, and Andy occasionally looked back too. Apparently I was ruining their date.

We finished our food and sat back. I watched him study the jukebox with a strange fascination. A smile broke out on his face. He looked at me for a second and then grabbed my hand.

"Come on!" He said pulling me, gently, out of the booth.

"Where are we going?" I felt my face heat.

"We're going to dance." He said. He brought me to the jukebox and put a quarter into the box. I looked back a Meera and she looked at me puzzled. I shrugged my shoulders and she turned back to Andy. He finally picked the song and when I heard it I laughed. It fit perfectly to our little adventure today. As "I've Just Seen A Face" , by the Beatles, started playing he lead me into the middle of the dance floor. The words started and he pulled me closer and we started dancing.

He wasn't a bad dancer at all. He was light on his feet and quick and knew how to dance. He spun me in circles really quickly. I don't think I laughed so much in my life. We danced and danced. I noticed that Meera and Andy had joined us along with a few other couples. It was a lot of fun. He was good at almost every dance. He mastered the jive and was good a swing dancing. He wasn't too good with the twist, but I was funny to see him try. Imagine this tall, dark haired Spanish guy attempting to do the twist. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. He eventually gave up and pulled me close to him again.

A slow song came on called "My Eyes Adored You" by the Four Seasons and we danced smooth and steady to it. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, just listening to the music. As we danced I thought about what Maan had ahead of him. He would have to fight for his life every day, sleep in mud, and goes days without being clean. I felt tears well up in my eyes for this boy's hard days in front of him. I felt him kiss my head and I quickly pushed my tears away. I didn't need him seeing me crying.

He sighed deeply and looked down at me. "I have to go now." He said. My heart broke a bit.

"Now?"

"Unfortunately yes. My bus leaves at 7." He said.

"Well I'll come with you then." I said reaching over to grab my purse. The sun was just starting to set and it gave the diner a golden touch.

"No" he said. I looked at him and he looked sad.

"What?"

"I cant…I don't think it would be…"He looked into my eyes.

"I'm going with you." I said more sternly this time. "Whether you like it or not." He nodded his head and I threw down $20 to pay for our meal.

"At least let me pay!" He said.

"You can pay for my dinner when you get back." I said cheerfully, although I didn't feel it. "And make sure you have enough because it will be very expensive." I smiled over my shoulder and he chuckled.

"Ok."

We got to the bus station 10 minutes before 7. There were about 40 soldiers waiting to catch the bus. They were surrounded by loved ones; mothers, fathers, siblings, lovers. Women were crying and men were quiet. It was depressing. After Maan checked in with the driver, we stood together waiting. We watched everyone around us and he grabbed my hand.

"Its sad isn't it?" He said with a heavier accent. Apparently it got heavier as he became more upset.

"It is." I agreed. "But you're only going for training."

"I think it's the fact that we'll be in the middle of a war zone in less than 2 months."

"Oh…" I dropped my head. "You are going to write to me aren't you?" I said turning towards him.

"I will write to you every day." He said gently rubbing my cheek with his thumb. We had exchanged information at dinner time so I knew he had it. I had put it in his front pocket myself. I felt so overcome by emotion that my eyes welled up with tears. I buried my face into his chest and to stop myself from crying. Maan was shocked at my reaction, but he quickly wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to his chest.

"Sh…." Was all he managed say. The emotions in this place were like a million bricks weighing down on you. I turned my head on his chest and looked around. The bus had started boarding. I didn't want to let go, but I knew that I must. I let my arms drop and smiled at him.

"Good luck." I said cheerfully and he smiled back. He held me at arms length, studying my face for the last time. He bent forward and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks." He said before turning away from me. I felt like something was wrong. I was forgetting to do something and I was starting to panic. On impulse I grabbed his arm and he turned back. As he did I reached up and kissed him. He was shocked at first, but then he dropped his bag and brought his hands up to my face. His soft lips were like heaven on mine and I felt at peace. I had completely forgotten that people might be watching, until we heard the last call whistle. He pulled away, running a thumb over my cheek again and smiled.

"Be back in a month." He said and I smiled.

"Write to me before then." I said and he got on the bus. I backed away so I could see him properly and he managed to get a seat at the window. He looked nervous and scared, but I knew he would be fine. I waved to him and he smiled back, never once looking away from me. The bus started and my heart sank. I told myself not to cry. I waved, along with the others, as the bus pulled away and as it disappeared into sight then I let myself cry.

A week passed and I didn't get a letter. I mean it was to be expected. He was just arriving and he was busy, so I didn't expect a letter for the first three days. But when the Tuesday morning came, almost a week after Maan and I had met, I started asking if I had got anything in the mail. I remember mom giving me a funny look and papa laughing at the thought of me getting mail. Rajji just shook her head, smiling smugly to herself.

"Why would you get anything in the mail dear?" Mom asked and I blanked.

"Did you apply for a contest or something?" Papa asked. Rajji exchanged glances with me and she smiled.

"No I was just curious. I never get anything in the mail." I said turning back to my knitting needles.

"Be grateful that you don't get anything in the mail. Because all we get is bad news."

"Bad news Papa, really!" Rajji rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I consider bills bad news!" He smiled at her. I sighed and rested back in my chair. I had done pretty well the whole week trying not to think about him, but as the week came to an end I started to think of how much a fool I was. How could I actually kiss a complete stranger. I had told Meera and she had scolded me. Meera was one of those girls who was heavily influenced by their mothers. She was still stuck in the old ages, and thought that kissing was something that you only did when you really cared for the person. I told her I had really cared for Maan but she told me not to be ridiculous. After all I had only just met him.

She had told me to be careful because "soldiers only have two things on their mind Geet…Survival and Sex!" I remember being so shocked at her that I accutally laughed. If there was one thing we didn't talk about it was sex and hearing her say that word made us both uncomfortable. Now Rajji was quite fine talking about sex with me, because that's all that Sasha pretty much talked about. Sasha was a blonde tart and couldn't keep a beau for longer than a month.

PRECAP: WAS SHE RIGHT??? MAAN HAS GONE?? HE WAS JUST THERE TO SATISFY HIS LUST?

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