CHAPTER 2 NOW WHAT?

Our first date was to Bulleys. I had a cold so after the date we stood outside doing that thing people do when they aren't sure if they are going to kiss goodbye after a date or not. Finally I said I am sick I don't want to kiss you. Rob said thank you. He said he knew I was sick and had been wondering if I would be nice enough not to get him sick. Right around this time we had been together for about a month and one of his really good friends named Kenny Cooper got in a work accident and died. Rob left and went to Atwater. When he got back he said him and some friends were going to Monteray and wanted to know if I would come with him. I didn't know this till much later but up until this point Rob had actually been seeing someone else on the side. I guess it was at this time he realized that he needed someone to help him get through his loss and I was the one he picked. Anyway we went to Monteray. We spent the night at a house on the beach and went down to the beach with his friend and his girlfriend and sat around a bonfire. We spent the time talking and laughing. His friend told us later that they were trying to talk to us but we were only concentrating on each other. We both knew at this time that this was more then something that was only lasting for a week or a month but neither of us admitted it. In fact I was still telling my friends not to get used to him being around because he was only going to last another week, two weeks, month okay only another month at the most. After our trip to Monterey we decided to be a couple. We would spend hours upon hours staying awake at night talking to each other about nothing at all. He would always play me love songs. One night he said he had a surprise for me and he gave me a rock from one of the jobs he had been working at. He stripes roads and that takes him all over Nevada. So he brought me this rock because he was stopped on the side of the road and started thinking of me so he picked it up to bring to me so I knew he was thinking of me. As sweet as this was I knew that he was holding something back. Some part of him. He had been hurt before and he was not the kind of guy who easily opened up. One night we were laying in bed together and we were both picking a fight with each other for no reason at all. Finally I did something I’ve never done before. I got pissed off and grabbed everything of mine from his house and said I’m done I’m leaving. I made it to the door and he was still laying in bed. I took another step and I heard stop. I turned around and he said don’t leave. I told him to give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.