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A/N- This is a coauthored fic that was the result of too many late night warped chats. We don't take this fic seriously so please....be kind
Bellasera
Sarah’s back muscles ached in protest as she lifted the last of the books from the box, carefully placing them on the shelf. Rolling her neck in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, she looked at the remaining boxes.
"Sorry fellas, I need a break." The boxes could wait, there was enough of a path cleared if the furniture truck should show up. Sarah tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear and headed into the small kitchen. Drinking glasses were still packed so Sarah simply grabbed a can of Coke from the old fridge.
Opening the can she quickly gulped down a few swigs. Sarah eyed the back door before surrendering to the idea tempting her mind.
"If I’m gonna take a break I might as well enjoy it." She smiled to herself as she headed out the back door.
Minutes later Sarah was relaxing happily in the hammock, enjoying the soft sound of the breeze in the trees. She took another sip of her Coke and closed her eyes, rocking gently back and forth. The shrill ring of the phone interrupted her reverie. Knowing it might be the movers calling, Sarah reluctantly disentangled herself from the hammock and went to answer the phone.
She had almost turned the cordless phone on before she thought to check the caller ID.
"Shit."
It wasn’t the movers. How the hell did Cameron get my number?
The phone rang several more times until the answering machine caught it.
"Hey Sarah it’s…."
There was a fraction of hesitation before she turned off the machine, attempting to blink back the tears that were threatening.
Don’t you dare cry you stupid girl.
She cried anyway.
Remember he cheated on you. He did the lying. She sobbed at the thought of how foolish she had been.
Don’t waste your tears she tried to tell herself. Why do you care, he certainly didn’t. What was it he said when he was packing his shit to move it in with her? High maintenance, low interest…that’s you Sarah.
She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes, anger replacing the sadness. That’s not me…that’s just your sorry ass excuse. Bitch probably dumped you already and that’s why you’re calling.
She took the phone back into the living room with her and began unpacking with a vengeance.
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"Are you out of your mind?" Kylie, her best friend in L.A. had taken Sarah’s idea about the way that she had expected.
"What in the world are you going to do in a cabin in the middle of the Wisconsin woods?" Kylie looked at her in disbelief. "There won’t be a Starbucks or decent Chinese take-out places for miles.
"I got to get away from all this Kylie. My life is a jumbled mess and right now I have a chance for peace. Besides I will be plenty busy… all that online coursework for UW, dissertation to research, compositional projects to do. I’ve wanted to get my doctorate for a long time and this is my opportunity."
"You can’t hide a broken heart in books and music, Sarah."
"I can try."
All her friends thought she was crazy, leaving her studio gig in L.A. for her grandmother’s cabin in Pepin, Wisconsin. Nana had left it to Sarah in her will. Now two years after Nana’s death, Sarah was glad she had decided to keep it. That cabin, along with the money her parents had left in her trust fund, made Sarah’s plan feasible. Besides, the summers she had spent with Nana had been some of the best memories of her childhood. It would help to go back somewhere happy.
And here you are still crying, she thought ironically.
The phone startled Sarah for a second time that afternoon. She sat the goofy picture of her and Kylie on the end table, and grabbed the phone relieved to see the number for the moving company.
"Hello."
"Yes, is this Sarah Wellington?"
"It is."
"We’re about to head up your way, we just have to go slow with this gravel road."
Sarah smiled at the thought of her piano arriving with her other belongings. She could always play out her stress on it.
"No problem. I’ll be waiting. Thanks for letting me know you are on the way."
She hung up the phone and looked around the room trying to decide where in the world that instrument would fit.
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