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Ola, pessoal. Hoje eu venho com uma novidade. Alguns ja devem saber que eu sou completamente apaixonada pelo idioma ingles. E atualmente resolvi tentar minha sorte escrevendo estorias em ingles. Esta e baseada na musica "Me And Mrs. Jones" e e pequena, em forma de conto. Embora varios artistas tenham gravado esta musica, eu me inspirei na performance de Michael Buble. Criarei um marcador "Contos" onde estarao as estorias conforme eu as for escrevendo. Espero que gostem. Um beijao. Link da musica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy3A0cH2CZ0 Me and Mrs. Jones England, the 80s. He was waiting for her at the same time, at the same place as always. Because she was a bit late, he checked his watch again. The dark-haired man wasnt really worried that she would not come, but more with the prospect of that something couldve happened. In their situation, something always could go wrong. Most of the times it did, sooner or later. Thats why the worry and anxiety were constants in his mind and heart. Oh, he would give anything to change their situation. Any and every thing. But that was not her wish. And he had to respect that. Even if it hurt him. And even so, because they both had obligations to attend to. He would like very much to run away with her and leave everything behind, but that was not possible. As the minutes passed by, he was really considering calling her. Even knowing that that was a no go. There were rules between them; they had had to establish some if they wanted their relationship to work. He had specific hours to call her, he must not ever send any presents or go visit her. He hated the rules, hated the limits, but knew that they were necessary. Essential. He wished they werent, but that was not his right to determine. The man looked up as a waitress approached again to ask if he knew what to order already. She knew him, of course. And she knew what he was doing there. The same thing that he always did at specific week days at that Cafe for the last four years. And she knew, even though shed been working there for only two years, that he always waited for his company and that he always asked for the same thing: tea and French toast. But the waitress kept doing that every time, staring at him through blue eyes. Criticizing him. Judging him. The man didnt blame her. She was still too young and cynical to understand, still too free to know how love, even when beautiful and sweet, could chain you like nothing else. He repeated that hed wait a bit more and thanked her. The girl nodded and, with a last look at him, left the man by himself and his thoughts once again. He didnt have the chance to follow with his questioning, though. At that moment, the Cafes doors opened and she appeared. Bright as a summer day, the most beautiful redhead in London. The most beautiful woman in the whole wide
world. She was wearing a pretty blue dress and rubies around her neck. She looked right to the table that he always chose, a discreet one in a corner, and she smiled when she saw him. His heart stopped and started beating again. As always. There it was. The reason for his happiness and his worry, for his smile and for his tears, for his eyes to open each morning and to close each night. She was his entire being because she made him feel alive. And his heart sank a bit looking at her hand. He always looked as if hoping to find something missing there. He always tortured himself, but he could not help it. He loved her too much not to hope. But there was nothing missing. He feared that it wouldnt ever be. He just had to accept that. She walked in his direction still smiling; the rubies tinkling at her neck and ears and the locks of her red hair shining with the sun that came through the windows. She was so unbelievable gorgeous. And he loved her more than himself. She loved him too. It shouldve been enough. It wasnt. She was before him now and there were tears in her eyes. There were always. She teared easily, but he knew she was happy to see him. They passed the weekend without seeing or talking to each other and she had missed him. She said all those things without opening her mouth. She said through her eyes. She said through her smile. She was Mrs. Jones. His life, his soul. And she was also another mans wife. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx The jukebox played soft in the room; the melody hanging in the air as a track of perfume left behind. Outside the night had already taken place. The streets were still full, though. Young couples walking hand in hand and whispering secrets lost in the fantasy of the beautiful romance. Inside the lovers laid on the bed, enjoying the afterwards of lovemaking. He looked at her face, feeling her body so close to his. Her soft breasts pressed against his arm as she caressed his chest slowly. She lifted her face and stared back at him. I love you. And he believed her. He also believed on that moment that he was the luckiest man alive. That was an illusion, course. She belonged to another. But he allowed himself the lie, because it was all that he had. Please, dont. She asked with pleading eyes. Dont think of him now. He nodded and brushed a tear that escaped from her eye. Dont cry. I love you too. He touched his mouth to hers, wishing things were different. He remembered back at the time when he first met her. It was at a ball that her husband was throwing. They were new business associates and he received an invitation to attend it. He was young and innocent at the time and he was so pleased that finally his business was getting along. He remembered thinking that he couldnt possibly
be happier than he was. Well, the destiny had proved him wrong. Mr. Jones was very fond of him, he said so all the time, and he was extremely content to introduce his wife to him. Come and meet my jewel, he had said while leading him to where a beautiful redhead was standing. She turned around when her husband called and smiled. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful. Its a pleasure to meet you, sir, she had said politely. But he couldnt have stopped looking at her. Mr. Jones noticed and laughed aloud, clapping his back. He announced proudly that every man who met his jewel was immediately captivated by her. But only I am the lucky one, he completed with a warning tone so that just not him, but all close ears could hear. He was still business associate with Mr. Jones. He treated him well enough, but in secret he had grown to hate him. He met with the man during the day and slept with his wife at night. He couldnt feel guilty about it because Mr. Jones had everything he wanted and didnt appreciate it. Please. She repeated touching his face. Look at me. Just at me. She pressed her lips against his again. I know youre upset, but I love you so much. Come away with me. He suggested, like he had so many times before. Now I have enough to support us. You dont have to continue living with him. She blinked and sighed. What about my sister? You know I cant leave her. I know. He answered and looked away. Her sister was sick. No doctor could really name her illness, but she had a weak immune system. The girl was only nineteen and she had been at deaths door at least ten times. The reason of their marriage had always been because of her sister. She accepted to marry Mr. Jones when he offered to cover the expenses of her sisters treatment, allowing her the most comfortable life possible with her disease. He knew that, but couldnt bring himself to acknowledge the injustice of the situation. He didnt have the money to care for her sister and Mr. Jones only wanted her to pose as his perfect wife. His jewel, the old man always said. Just a beautiful piece to show off. Im sorry. She offered and bit her lip, holding back tears. Are you going to leave me? He took her face in his hands, reading fear and despair in her expression. How would I live without my heart? He kissed her deep, wishing the moment to last forever. And even if I could, I would not choose to be without you. Youre the only thing that matters to me. She nodded. Youre my only true love. I belong to you. Even if Im far away, Ill always belong to you. He kissed her tears away, murmuring all the time soft things in her ear. They made love again, with the sweet calm of the tenderness and the desperate
rush of the separation. When it was time for her to go, he accompanied her to the door as always. He searched the streets to make sure it was safe and then nodded to her. They hugged for a long time, because they knew each time could be their last time. Im already missing you. She said while locking her eyes with him. Ill look forward to my dreams tonight. She always said something like that as they parted. Something that made him want to make a fool of himself and cry for the pressure in his chest. He crushed his mouth against hers, holding her close. Ill be there waiting for you. She bit her lip and forced a smile, refusing to cry again. Ill see you soon. She never, ever said goodbye to him. She insisted it was bad luck. He agreed. So as she said that, he nodded at her, making an effort to smile back. He knew she felt even guiltier when they parted and he appeared sad. He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed her knuckles lightly. Until tomorrow, my love. She kissed him one more time and then she was gone. He stood by the door watching her walk to the main street. She threw him a last quivering smile just before she got inside the cab. He stood there even after she left. The mix of happiness and sadness filling his chest and his entire being. Every night was the same. Every night they made their hours together count because they didnt knew if theyd be discovered. They didnt know if thatd be another time. He knew she was risking a lot meeting with him. If her husband discovered one day, he would probably punish her severely. He would probably kill her. He tried not to think about that. He tried not to remember the danger that he was inflicting her in. But they couldnt just let go. They were like oxygen to each other essential for their basic survival. And that was fact. Their love was solid. He knew that if someday the world faded away, they could count on each other to stay alive. It may have been a metaphor, but their feeling was that strong. So he knew it was worth it. He questioned himself every night, but he knew that. It was worth the danger, the despair, the sadness, the fear. Their love was worth everything. He entered his house again, hopeful. He would meet her again the next day. She would be there and they would spend hours together again. He would survive the future the children she may have come to have, the years, the old age. He would survive everything as long as she responded to his love. And he knew it was worth it because a thousand years of chaos and misery couldnt overcome the joy they felt with one minute together. That was his fuel to continue on living. And his love was his hope to continue on wishing. One day, he assured himself,
Estou trazendo a segunda parte do conto. Particularmente eu me apaixonei pelos personagens. Aproveitem! =) Link da musica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DppBhl4_fJc Segunda Parte He went through the day as always, but the curious girl from the morning kept coming back to his thoughts. Theo calculated when the best time to call her would be, surprised himself being a little anxious.He liked women, had dated a few through his time at college, but had never really got serious with any of them. Not the serious-to-think-about-the-future kind anyway. Sometimes he just pictured himself being kind of bored with life in general. Spring had been an extra activity in his routine. One that he had really enjoyed and hoped to enjoy some more soon. After work that day, instead of heading straight back home, Theo went to meet a few friends at a Cafe nearby. Then had to visit his parents cause their place was also near and he didnt want to explain later why he didnt show up for a couple of minutes. Yeah, his mother sometimes located him through GPS. Baby, youre so thin. Arent you eating anything? Sue, his sweet mother, inquired. Theo smiled, wanting to roll his eyes, but knowing better than to do so. Mama, you always ask that. My health is great, as Im constantly telling you. Leave the boy, Sue. He is big where a man should be: at his muscles. His father Travis clapped his shoulder in encouragement. Are you staying for dinner, right, son? Guess m. Theo answered, visualizing the way his mother had narrowed her eyes as if daring him to say no. Sue headed for the kitchen and called his father, who immediately went after her. Theo smiled. His parents had always divided the domestic chores. At home, there wasnt that rule of the man of the house. Never had been. His mother was the chief, if there was the need of one, and he couldnt remember a time when that had been different. God, he missed living in that house. Theo looked around with a beer in his hands and a wistful look at his face. He had never wanted to leave, he remembered, even when it had been time to hit for college. He supposed he had been the only nineteen-year-old who didnt want his total independence. He had liked the easiness in the air and waking up to look at his parents familiar faces. He had loved not needing to wash his clothes or to make his food. Theo had started working really young and in consequence, to help with the bills. But he really hadnt minded a bit. His mother reappeared suddenly and asked him to help setting up the table. He did, giving her a small kiss that spoke silently that he had really missed her. Sue understood her son pretty well and smiled in response, loving him a bit more each time he did some sweet unexpected thing like that. The food was great as always, remembering Theo of the other thing that he missed about living there: his mothers
food and his fathers dessert. Those were the best things ever. In fact, he just missed everything. He had always hated living alone, had considered some time ago buying a dog, but he was out of the house all day long, how the poor puppy would care for itself during all that time? He missed the company, but just didnt have the heart to do that. So, son... How is work? His father asked while bringing another beer for Theo and himself. This is the last one. Sue alerted, eyeing her husband. Youre not supposed to be drinking this much. This is my second one. Travis complained. Fourth. I saw you drinking before Theo gets here and while I was at the phone. She answered easily. Travis made a face and to avoid more complains, Theo said. Its fine, Dad. In fact, we just had another project coming today. Big, fancy condominium. His father smiled a big smile and clasped Theos back. Thats what Im talking about! Thats great, baby! Sue congratulated happily. She was so proud of her boy and of that he was doing with his professional life, but... Im so happy for you. But honey, youre always talking about work and all. What about girlfriends? Youre not getting any younger, you know, maybe its time to think about marriage and babies... Mom, not today, ok? Theo interrupted, but he knew his mother wasnt stopping. But, darling... Sue let out a breath, using her be-reasonable look. Youre twenty seven. The statistics has proved that this is a perfectly marriageable age. And I was just talking to Kayla, you remember my old friend? So... She has this niece that is coming to spend the holyday and... Mama, stop. Im not meeting any other friend of yours niece, cousin, daughter, or granddaughter, for Gods sake. Stop trying to arrange brides for me. Im not getting married. Live with that. Theo felt like screaming, but decided to use his sisters example for his purposes instead. And besides, you already has grandchildren, why more? Nina is carrying the family name beautifully. But, Theo, I want to see you happy. Sue said weakly and Theo hated the youre-crushing-my-heart tone in her voice. Then looked at her husband for support. Why am I wrong to want my boy happy? Just leave the boy, Sue. He knows how to run his life. Travis answered. Why do you think Im not, mama? Theo touched her hand and kissed it, wanting the subject over. Sue looked deep at him and said. I know you, Theo. And I know you havent been happy for a long time now. *** Theo went home remembering his mothers words and expression. Decided he was overestimating the whole thing. He didnt have a bad life, it just was... nice. Most of people couldnt classify themselves as being super happy people. The world was like that. He was just one more in the crowd. He took a quick shower and then noticed the coach he had took off earlier. Springs number was in one of
its pockets. He hesitated and then took the paper, getting into bed with it and his cell phone. Theo paused, thought a little and then texted: Sender: Theo ColemanAddressee: 917-4236Hey, Spring Hurricane. Just to let you know that I didnt lose your number or anything. Figured it was a little early to call, so Im texting. Maybe youd thought of me as a stalker, then I chose not to call. Anyway, hope you had a good day. See you. P.S. In case you dont know who it is, remember the cute guy you met at the subways wagon in the morning. He hesitated again, calling himself stupid for the childish and ridiculous message, but hit send anyway. He programmed his clock and closed his eyes. Two minutes later Theo felt something trembling and opened his eyes again to find his phone screen flashing. He gripped the cell and saw that he had a new message. He knew, even before reading, it was hers. Sender: Pirouette GirlAddressee: Theo Coleman Hey, cute guy from the subways wagon. Guess I have a blurred image of you, maybe. Oh, dont worry, Im not thinking of you as stalker. Considering your worry about this specific fact, Im now one hundred percent sure that you are. *Kidding* I had a really nice day, guess you gave me luck. How was yours? Oh, youre going to sleep? You know, I feel like talking right now... And we would be texting, so itd not classify as too early or anything like that. If you do not answer in the next five minutes, Ill consider you totally unawake and stop talking. Or no, you know I have a problem with that. Waiting for your response. P.S. Maybe youd consider changing your sender name, its really common and... Kind of simple, you know? Take a risk! : )Theo smiled, thinking that Spring was really amazing. And without a second thought about work the next day, he started texting back. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxThey spent the whole week talking via message, every night at the same time. Theo found himself anxious during all day to that specific time. It was a bit unnerving, actually, if one would consider the fact that he had only known Spring for a couple of days. He couldnt care less, though. Theo liked her, really. He supposed it was one of those cases when you just clicked with the person instantly. Effortlessly. Quickly. Yeah, he supposed it was that. But man, with or without explanation, he really liked her. On Thursday night, he decided to break the routine. He wanted to hear her voice again and was also looking forward to the weekend, and what it would bring. That night, when he got into bed, Theo called her. Me! She answered. Without even thinking about it, Theo smiled. Hey, Spring Hurricane. She hesitated a bit, a funny feeling in her stomach while she cursed under her breath for not having checked who it was first. Hi, Theo. Wow, thats a surprise. Tired of messages? No, I just figured it was a
good time to call considering we spent the week talking. Now you know Im not a stalker. Do I? Spring laughed. Im not so sure bout that. He knew a lot about her humor by now to feel offended. Well, I have a good proposal for you, then. I guess itd erase your doubts. Spring stretched in her bed. Im listening. Go out with me, tomorrow night. We could grab something to eat and then catch a late movie, maybe. No. Theo literally felt at loss of words. Oh, well... Uh... She laughed. Youre asking me out, so I want some fair ground here. Do I get to choose the place? He pulled the air in and out slowly. Couldnt you just have said so instead of making me sweat like a pig? It wouldve gotten the fun out of it. She answered easily. I always look for the fun. Do I get to choose the place or not? Movies are for common people on their first dates. Were not common, are we, Theo? Im thinking the answer for that would be no. Correct. So... Pick me up at seven tomorrow. Yeah, ok. I dont know your... I will text you with my address, just not to lose the habit. Goodnight, Theo. Dream sweet dreams of me. Not long-time conversation today? Well, I had rehearsal all day long, m a bit tired. She yawned as if to confirm it. Do you mind? I wouldnt blame you for minding, Im disturbing your sleep during the last three days. That would seem fair. Im a generous soul. Go to sleep, beautiful Spring. Ill see you tomorrow. Her voice was like a soft caress. You called me beautiful. Do you think Im beautiful? Theo smiled again, thinking even if tired she couldnt shut up. Yeah, I think you are beautiful. A beautiful tornado, but beautiful nonetheless. He could feel her warm smile through the phone. Thank you. I think youre pretty handsome yourself. She yawned again. Night, Theo. Goodnight. Theo? Yes? Dont be late tomorrow, cause I am always late. Spring hung up, then. One minute later came the message with her address. *** Spring was a bit nervous. Okay, maybe a little more than a bit, but she supposed it was a good thing. On Friday, when she arrived home, her best friends and roommates were watching a movie in the living room under the blankets. Hey, guys. She knew she was late, but thought she could steal a few minutes of girl gossip. Whats up? No going out tonight? Cathy has a cold. I decided to stay here to make her company instead of going out and having crazy, wild sex with some hot guy. Pam explained, throwing a look at Cathy that clearly said she hadnt signed up for that specific job. Oh, I got it. Spring also looked at Cathy, but she had the blanket over her face too and was moaning as if at deaths door. Well, Im going out. With whom? Pam asked while skipping channels with the remote.