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Date Posted: 19:54:58 03/21/06 Tue
Author: Sunny
Subject: Part III
In reply to: Sunny 's message, "Part II" on 00:56:30 03/19/06 Sun

It was still raining out late that evening as Keith and I sat chatting about my job. Well, ok, he was chatting, I was witching. My boss had become unbearable, but that’s another story. We had been silent for a few minutes, both lost in our own thoughts, when Keith suddenly jumped up off of the couch and took off running down the hallway. He was back moments later carrying a guitar, pen and paper, and his old tape recorder that I hadn’t managed to talk him into replacing yet. “Have an idea, did you?” I asked, apparently looking a little startled.

“Yeah. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve grown a second head.”

“Sorry,” I answered, laughing.

He stuck his tongue out at me and began to strum his guitar. I loved to watch him play. I’d known the man for over a decade and was still completely fascinated and amazed at his talent. And he had beautiful hands. The music stopped and pulled me out of my trance.

“You alright, Hope?” he asked.

“Yeah, just listening.” And with that, he went back to composing. An hour later he’d written an entire song – about relaxing rainy days after a hard week at work. Nice to know my crappy job was actually useful for something.

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“Hope, why don’t you just tell him?” I was on the phone with my wonderfully blunt twin sister, Holly.

“Are you out of your bloody mind?! I can’t tell him… I need to get over it.”

“You sound like a 12 year old.”

“Holly, he’s my best friend. I don’t want to lose that.”

“I know… but honey, you’ve got to do something. Talk to him, get over him… you’ll drive yourself nuts if you don’t.”

I’d lost count of how many times we’d had this exact same conversation. We both always said the same thing – it was like some freakish dream, except, quite obviously, it wasn’t a dream. I’d tried to get over him – really, I had, but it hadn’t worked. I’d even been out on a few dates while Keith was on the road. They were all very nice guys – and not at all unfortunate looking – but I found myself comparing them to Keith. I was starting to worry about myself. That man was under my skin like no one ever had been before.

“Listen – let’s go out tonight. I’ll have Dave stay home with the kids. You call Gail, I’ll call Mary,” Holly suggested when I hadn’t responded.

“Sounds good – meet here at 7?”

“Works for me… dinner?”

“Unless you have a better idea, see you then. Love you, sis.”

“You too.”

We hung up and I lay back on the couch. I’d spent the night at Keith’s – don’t look at me that way, he has a guestroom – and come home earlier this afternoon when he left to go to the gym. It was 2p.m. “Plenty of time for a nap before I need to start getting ready,” I thought to myself. I called Gail and then lay down on the couch, setting the alarm on my cell phone to wake me in two hours… I didn’t get to sleep that long.

*Knock, knock, knock*

“I’m obviously not allowed to sleep,” I thought as I pulled myself up off of the couch and stumbled to the front door. I opened it to find my favorite Australian (with a knack for waking me up) grinning at me. “Hey Keith.”

“G’day… again. Whatcha’ doin’?” He asked as he stepped inside.

“I was gonna nap for a while before going out for dinner.”

“Dinner? With anyone I know?”

“My sister and the girls.”

“O… I thought maybe you had a date.”

Was that relief I heard in his voice? Had I seen a flash of jealousy and a look of worry in his eyes? Nah, couldn’t be. “Funny… no, I don’t have a date.”

“You know you’ll have to date again eventually.”

“What makes you think that I haven’t?”

“Not all men are scum… wait... have you dated?”

“I realize that. You aren’t, my brother isn’t, my dad isn’t, Dave isn’t, and Michael (Holly’s son) isn’t. And yeah, I went out a couple of times while you were touring.”

Keith laughed, “At least I made the list… and how did I miss you dating? I’m supposed to approve of your boyfriends – remember?”

“Funny, Keith. And it just never came up, besides, no approving needed – none of them went past the first date.”

“Oh.”

“So what’s up?”

“Since you’re having a girl’s night, nothing.”

“We’re just going to dinner… I’m free afterwards.”

He hung around and talked while I got ready to go out. He was still there when the girls arrived, which was always interesting when it came to Mary and Gail. They were my friends but they never seemed to be able to quite grasp the concept that Keith was a person off stage, as well as on. They were always tongue-tied around him – not at all helped by his charm. They were mush by the time we all got into Holly’s car.

“You two are funny,” Holly told them, laughing.

“Hilarious,” I added, “I promise he doesn’t bite.”

“But he’s Keith Urban,” Mary argued.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s a dork… and he’s human. Are y’all EVER gonna get used to him? I mean really ladies; I’ve known him longer than I’ve known the two of you. He shouldn’t come as a surprise anymore.”

“Shouldn’t – but he does,” Mary answered.

“You do realize he’s the most gorgeous man on the planet, right Hope?” Gail asked.

“Honey, I’m not blind,” I laughed.

“It’s no wonder you love him,” Mary sighed.

I groaned and slid down further into my seat. I should have known Holly was up to something. She looked at me.

“Hope dear, you had to know we’d talk about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… and just so you know: I could care less what he looks like.” If there was one thing I hated, it was people who valued Keith only for his looks. Yeah, ok, he’s the most gorgeous thing on two legs, but there’s a lot more to him than that – too few people seemed to notice that.

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By the end of the evening I was more confused than when I started and I had a headache to boot. After saying goodbyes to the girls I went inside and called Keith to let him know I wasn’t up to doing anything else tonight. I was tired, I had a lot on my mind, and my head hurt. I was suddenly even more thankful that I had the next day off from work.

Keith answered after the second ring. “Hello mate.”

“Hey Keith.”

“You have fun?”

“Yeah. Thanks. Listen, I know you wanted to do something, but I’m not up to it right now, I think I’m just gonna wash up and lay down.”

“O, ok. Is everything alright?” He asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, just a headache.”

“You need anything?”

“No, I’m OK.”

“K, let me know if you think of something,” Somehow, he didn’t sound convinced.

“I will. G’night.”

“Night Hope.”

I layed down a short time later, but it was a while before I fell asleep. My mind was too busy with thoughts of my predicament. What was I going to do? I supposed I could probably keep living my life secretly loving him but never saying anything, but Holly was right: I’d lose my mind, and besides, how was I supposed to live happily and find love if I was already in love with someone else? That would never work. I sighed as tears came to my eyes. What in the world was I going to do? I couldn’t tell him - I’d scare him off or he’d laugh thinking I was joking. I couldn’t lose my best friend – he meant too much to me, we’d been through too much together. I’d almost lost him once – forever – I couldn’t stand the thought of going through something like that again. I fell asleep still arguing with myself.

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[> [> Ohhhhhh, come onnnn. You need to stop leaving me hanging like that I will explode. Grrrr. -- Rodeo, 21:01:15 03/21/06 Tue [1]


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[> [> I'm with Rodeo; I need more! What will Hope do? Does she risk it all? Does she keep it all inside and just gawk at him from afar? I can't wait to find out! -- birdinflight, 21:32:47 03/21/06 Tue [1]


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