Mine
a Walk to Remember story
by Hermione Eveningfall
Jamie Sullivan smiled wearily to herself as she sat in her favorite rocking chair one bitter, October afternoon. Her kind, dark eyes fell upon the driveway, where a lone figure made his way towards the small but comfortable house. As soon as he reached the front door, she hopped up and pulled it open before he could even knock.
Landon Carter gasped slightly in surprise as she threw her arms around him, letting out a soft, contented sigh. "I was wondering when you were goint o come," she spoke in her sweet, almost melodic voice. Landon removed his jacket, shivering slightly from the autumn chill. She took his strong hands and led him inside, allowing him to sit on the couch.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, cringing at the throbbing pain behind his eyes. "I'm not feeling so hot, so I've been moving slower than usual today."
Jamie cocked her head to one side, a concerned frown caressing her lips. "What's wrong..." before she could finish, Landon turned away from her, sneezing hard into the crook of his arm.
"HahISHHH! HuhESHHHH!"
"Bless you!" Jamie fumbled inside her skirt pocket for a clean handkerchief, offering it to him when he looked at her.
"Thanks." He blew hard, making her jump a little.
"You shouldn't be here, Landon," she soothed. "You should be at home in bed with chicken soup."
He chuckled at the simple statement, shaking his head as she ran her fingers through his slightly spikey brown hair. He managed a smile in response to the loving gesture, and took her pale hands in his. "I couldn't stand my Mom's constant fus...HuhSHEESH!" he snapped forward, groaning.
Jamie chuckled. "Well, now you're going to have to put up with my fussing. It's in a woman's nature to well, nurture."
Landon smirked as she wrapped a throw blanket around his broad shoulders to attempt to minimize his shivers. He snuggled into it, sniffling and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "I'd much rather deal with your fussing, Jamie, trust me. I must admit, it's a little er-easier to get it from your girlfriend." He allowed her to wrap her arms around him, and pull him down to lay across her lap. "Where is your Dad anyway?" he asked as she gently began to massage his shoulders and back.
"He's working on this Sunday's sermon at the Church. He says inspiration comes better to him in there. So he should be a couple of hours at least." She kissed his neck, making him shudder with pleasure.
"You really have changed," he whispered, turning so his bright green eyes could gaze into hers. "Not dramatically, but you know...you're not as stiff anymore."
Jamie lifted her head, frowning for a moment. Then she smiled at him. "You have helped me to take my life less seriously." She laughed quietly. "I don't mean that in a bad way, but I just feel more open and free with my feelings when I'm with you." She pulled him close, and he took in what he could detect through his clogged nose, of her sweet natural scent.
"I think," he replied, stroking the ends of her soft brown hair, "You've changed me even moreso." He cleared his throat painfully, taking one of the small pillows and hugging it. Jamie looked down at her lap. Never had she imagined to be in a situation like this. After finding out about her current illness, she vowed never to fall in love. After all, if you didn't fall in love, you couldn't get hurt.
But Landon entered her life unexpectedly, almost like an explosion. I've really tamed him, she thought, cocking her head to one side, listening as he coughed and rested against the back of the couch. "How about I make some iced tea?" she finally spoke, for the silence was becoming much too umcomfortable for her.
Landon nodded. "Need any he...help....ASHHHHHUUH! ESHHHHH! Ouch, dammit!" he clutched at his chest, blinking.
Jamie laughed. "No, I'll be fine. You lay here and take it easy, okay?"
He weakly raised a thumb into the air as a gesture to tell her thans. "I won't be too long." She stood, her light green, flowery skirt brushing against his legs as she headed towards the sun lit kitchen. Landon watched her go, feeling a great sense of comfort. Jamie was his, and he knew he would not have it any other way. Mine.
This is movie-verse, not book verse, just thought I'd point out. This is an answer to weekly hatching #22.