The Soul of Me (Part 7) (standard:romance, 4191 words) [7/11] show all parts
Author: Maya	Added: May 15 2001	Views/Reads: 2701/1903	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Heidi's telephone conversation with Aaron...Dr. Randall's examination.

“Hello?  Heidi?”  Aaron said over the telephone line.  “Are you there?” 

“Sorry.”  I said.  I was still a little out of breath from running up
the stairs to answer the phone.  “I’m here.” 

“Are you okay, you sound strange.” 

“I’m fine.  I just ran up the stairs.”  I probably would have sounded
like an obscene heavy breather if it weren’t for the fact that he 
called me.  “So, what’s up.” 

“I just wanted to call and say I was sorry for storming off like I did.”


“Actually, I was thinking about that myself.  I wanted to apologize for
laying into you like I did.  You didn’t deserve it, and I’m sorry.”  I 
was planning on apologizing, but I was a little surprised that I got 
the chance so soon. 

“Is it too late for me to be calling?  I don’t want to disturb your
parents.”  He was so nice.  Was he for real? 

“Actually, I have my own phone line in my room which is in the attic.  I
doubt my parents can even hear the phone ring from downstairs.  It 
doesn’t really matter what time I get calls.” 

“Wow, that must be nice.”  He said enviously. 

“It is, but I don’t really use it much.”  Who was I going to call? 
“Without sounding too rude, um what did you call for?” 

“I told you, I just wanted to let you know I was sorry for this
afternoon.” 

“That’s it?  You could have said that tomorrow.”  I need to stop.  It
sounded like I didn’t want him to call me.  I didn’t want to give him 
that impression.  “Besides, it was my fault.  I should be less 
suspicious of people.  I guess I’m not used to people, especially cute 
guys being nice to me.”  Did I just admit that I thought he was cute?  
Uh oh.  Now he’s sure to run away. 

“You think I’m cute?”  He sounded quite amused and not at all likely to
run away. 

“Who, me?”  Great stall tactic. 

“Of course you.  Is there anyone else on this phone line?”  He still
sounded amused. 

“Well, you know...” 

“Come on.  Do you think I’m cute or not?” 

“Yes.  Okay, yes.  I think you’re cute.  Of course you’re cute.  You
already knew that.  Everyone knows that.  This can’t be news to you.” 

“I don’t think of myself as cute.  I’m just...me.” 

“Cute and modest.  I’m not sure that’s allowed.” 

“Very funny.  So, what do you think is so cute about me?” 

“I don’t know.  You just are.”  I was surprised at the turn in our
conversation. 

“Come on.  Tell me.” I wondered if he knew how embarrassed I was to be
discussing this.  I tried never to let anyone I thought was nice or 
cute know what I was feeling.  I didn’t want them to think the “fat 
girl” liked them.  Besides, if they dismissed me or worse, teased me it 
would just hurt me that much more.  I kept my emotions tightly in 
check. 

“Aaron...”  I started to protest. 

“I’ll tell you what.  You tell me why you think I’m cute and I’ll tell


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