She had been in love with him unable to let him go, he loved her just as much as he knew she did. But it was that love, that if they couldn't be together. He'd rather be dead than live without her and she the same. It was the first time Christine admitted it to herself. James was much more to her, than a lover or a boyfriend. He was her air, her heart. She had spent time with his family, but she missed being with him and when she was with him. They would usually go into their routine of hot intense sex. Which Christine couldn't get enough of these days especially with him.
She watched as he was training the little league his parent's always wanted him to be their coach, but he was never interested. Now he was getting the hang of it. But Christine, wanted him daily and it hurt that he had so little time for her nowadays. Seeing him on the field, she got up and walked. She knew he cared about her, but she was lonely. She was being selfish, she told herself. The tears seemed to flow, they just came out of nowhere. The walk helped, it gave her something to do. She found a swing and sat on it.
She wiped the tears looking up as she felt the wind hit her face. The depression was being a pain on her. She didn't want to die, but at times she wish she had.
James came up behind her, "Sorry I took so long?"
"It's not your fault, you got a job to do." She wiped her tears.
"Is something wrong? He looked into her eyes.
"No." She lied.
"Come on we'll go to the house and get something to eat." She got up off the swing and walked with him.
She felt happier now that he was back. "Tonight I wanna celebrate, if you know what I mean."
"I'm a little tired, but I'll try how's that." James loved her, but lately he'd been so tired from practice.
"It's better than nothing." Christine didn't want to face the fact that he may have been losing interest in her.
She walked up the street feeling relieved. After lunch, she was feeling a little tired herself, she had been feeling this way for several weeks. It didn't cause her any alarm cause she thought maybe it was just her. As night came, they both ended up falling asleep, but in the morning he was gone. Christine got so upset, not even a kiss goodbye.
She got up showered and went outside she didn't leave word where she was going. Cause its not like he cared.
She had breakfast by herself at a cafe then she went to the book store and bought a book. She took it back to the house with her only to notice James was there.
Christine smiled, glad to see him there. She ran up to him, "I'd thought you gone."
"I just got back. Didn't anyone tell you." He looked at her, he wasn't James he was his twin brother.
"No, wanna go upstairs?" She winked at him.
Christine didn't wait to hear any rejections she grabbed his hand pulling him upstairs with her. She closed the door and wrapped her arms around him.
He kissed her, he didn't know who this girl was but he wouldn't deny her what she wanted. As she reached the bed she brought him down with her.
"I've missed you, James. We use to do this three times a day and now I get nothing." Christine pouted.
"I'm sorry, but I am not James. I should have told you that downstairs. Didn't he ever mention he had a twin brother." John said.
"John? You two look so alike." Christine touched his face.
"I'm sorry." He said looking at her.
"No don't be." She didn't take her hand off his face.
"They're expecting me downstairs. I'll see you later." He waved to her.
"Christine." She said.
"Christine." He smiled at her.
Christine laid out on the bed feeling that she almost had sex with James brother. Now she didn't know if she would ever be able to tell them apart.
She walked downstairs and smiled for once. Christine didn't know where James was or when he'd come back. She kept staring at John all day, he felt her eyes on him. He knew what she wanted, cause she had told him. When James did eventually come back, it broke Christine's concentration. She glared at the book she bought and actually read a line or two.
John glared at Christine noticing she was trying very hard not to stare at him. James came to Christine and kissed her. "Come with me."
Christine got up with her book and looked over at John to follow James. She followed him upstairs, he looked her straight in the eye.
"I'm sorry about last night. I fell asleep on you and I didn't pay attention to you." He kissed her deeply.
"Don't worry about it, John gave me a lot to think about when you were gone." She touched his face.
"What did he do Christine?" James looked at her.
"He didn't do anything. It's just his presence gave me something to think about. He looks so much like you." She tried to not think of John.
"What did you think about?" He asked.
"He gave me a reason not to be depressed anymore." She put her book down.
"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way." He kissed her.
"Don't worry about it." She smiled.
"Did you have dinner, cause I think there's still some left." Christine reached the door knob.
"I ate already." He grabbed her by the waist.
"What else are you hungry for?" Christine teased.
"You!" He placed her down on the bed.
She let him kiss her, but she really wasn't in the mood for it. "James stop."
"I thought you wanted this." He looked at her puzzled.
"I do, I'm just not in the mood right now." She got up off the bed.
His twin brother, held her differently. She couldn't believe that she actually refused to have sex with James. He looked at her.
"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" She asked.
"I'm taking the league out, but I don't want to leave you alone here." He touched her thigh.
"It's okay, you go ahead I bought a book to entertain myself." She showed him her book.
She laid back and started to yawn. "I'm sleepy."
"You sure nothing's wrong?" He asked.
"No." She laid down and fell asleep.