Something to Talk About – Bonnie Raitt
People
are talking, talking 'bout people
I
hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They
think we're lovers kept under cover
I
just ignore it, but they keep saying
We
laugh just a little too loud
We
stand just a little too close
We
stare just a little too long
Maybe
they're seeing something we don't, Darlin'.
Let's
give them something to talk about
Let's
give them something to talk about
Let's
give them something to talk about
How
about love?
I feel so foolish, I've never noticed
You'd
act so nervous,
Could
you be falling for me?
It
took a rumor to make me wonder
Now
I'm convinced that I'm going under
Thinking
'bout you every day
Dream
'bout you every night
I'm
hoping that you feel the same way
Now
that we know it, let's really show it, Darlin'.
Let's
give them something to talk about
A
little mystery to figure out, babe
Let's
give them something to talk about
How
about love, love, love?
Let's
give them something to talk about babe,
A
little mystery to figure out,
Lets
give them something to talk about,
How
about love?
She opened the door into darkness, tossing
her keys in the bowl and not bothering to flick on the lights as she passed.
The light from the kitchen – the soft yellow glow of a power outage – was enough
to convince her that it wasn’t necessary. “Hey!” She called out into the
relative darkness, dispensing her coat and purse on the back of the couch and
making her way further into the apartment.
“In the kitchen, I’ve got Chinese” came the
reply and she smiled; even from here she could smell a warm delicious, fatty
meal. Just what she needed.
She entered the kitchen to find the empty
table in the corner waiting to be set for two as it always was with the added
flavor of pine-scented candles surrounding the room filling it with the that
warm yellow light and the scent of a car-freshener. “Since when did we move
into the woods?”
“Since the power went out three hours ago.”
Her roommate replied, turning to face her friend “I love winter but these
brownouts suck.” She caught herself staring for just a moment, reminding
herself that the glow was from the candles before she shook her head.
“Yeah I can imagine; traffic sucked which
is why I was late from that god awful board meeting.” She set about gathering
two of everything, setting the table as quickly as possible “and now I’m
starving because the catering company couldn’t make it to us in the snow. I
haven’t eaten since breakfast.” She pouted.
Her roommate smiled, pouting in mock
sympathy “poor baby.” Then she smiled and turned back to her task of dispensing
the various foods into bowls fit for kings – or at least two grad students
teaching part-time to earn their degrees. “At least you didn’t get called down to the principal’s office today.”
Megan turned to her friend “what did Gary
want?” She was silent, hesitant “Sam? What did he want?”
Samantha turned to lean against the counter,
crossing her arms casually “he wanted to talk to me about our relationship and how he thinks we should
keep it outside of the classroom.”
Megan mirrored her roommate’s stance with a
little more tension “why would he say that? He’s never had a problem with us
being roommates before.”
“Oh not that
relationship,” when she received a quizzical look Sam rolled her eyes and
continued “he thinks that the two of us are in a ‘romantic relationship’; that
we’ve been flirting with each other during school hours.”
Meg gaped at her friend indignantly “that
is so ridiculous; I would never flirt with you during school hours.”
Sam scoffed “so what? I would just be your
weekend girlfriend?”
“Of course not, it’s just unprofessional to
flirt with each other at work.”
“Tell that to Gary and Denise, his married
secretary.” Megan laughed before the air grew still, the candles flickering in
an inconsistent rhythm while the roommates stared at each other, contemplating
their next move. An intense, inaudible conversation ensued for a brief moment,
debating the pros and cons, weighing the potential heartbreak that could come.
Finally Megan bit her lip “you know Gary’s
not the first person to point out that we have a certain chemistry.”
And Sam agreed to their silent conversation
“and he’s not really wrong is he? I mean we work together” she took a step
forward.
“Yeah.”
“We live together” another step.
“Yeah.”
“And we do have really great chemistry.”
She stood between her legs, mirroring her lip biting with a hidden smile, her
hands sliding up to land on her shoulders, comfortable and sure.
Megan’s hands fell to Sam’s waist “that we
do.”
“And… it wouldn’t be so bad if we… I mean we would be…” wonderful together. God, why couldn’t she find the words?
“Most definitely.” She tried to keep a
straight face – keep the blush from her cheeks – but it just wasn’t working.
“And we could probably…”
“Give
them something to talk about?”
She let out a laugh of relief, ducking her
head to hide the flush “quell the rumors.”
Megan hummed in response “I do hate rumors.”
“Yeah.” And just like that, they were lost.
The room fell away to leave only the warm glow and smell of nature. Each lost
in an ocean of eyes that took a nervous, excited smile and squeeze of the hip
to break the spell. “Are you hungry?”
“Famished” but she didn’t break away,
holding on a moment longer before releasing her roommate and allowing her to
step away. “But uh…” god, she couldn’t ask. You don’t just ask, do you?
But then Sam looked up with that shy smile
again “yeah.” She confirmed without need that they had indeed just agreed that
they would talk later and it would, indeed, be wonderful.
No comments:
Post a Comment