Let The Sun Shine Through

Chapter 3

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Can't think of any notes right now...except I don't own any of these characters! BUMMER!

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"Bosco I don't think that was the right exit," said Faith as she looked up from reading the directions.

 

"Sure it was. That's what the directions say," replied Bosco as he strained his neck to get another look at the directions she was holding.

 

"I know that's what the directions say, but I think the directions are wrong," she was a little annoyed.

 

"They can't be wrong. I got them off like mapquest.com or something," he snapped.

 

Faith began looking around the car. "Where's the atlas?"

 

"Uh, the atlas?" Bosco asked trying to look innocent, but sounding confused.

 

She stopped and looked at him. "You know. The big book with maps of all the states. An atlas. You did bring an atlas?!"

 

"No," he tried to cover it up with a cough.

 

"You didn't bring a map?! How can you go on a trip like this without a map?!"

 

"Look. I didn't think we'd need one seeing we had directions."

 

"You're amazing you know that?!"

 

"I've been told that once or twice," he grinned as he tried to lighten the mood.

 

"AUGH! The next truck stop we see you better stop so we can get a map!"

 

"Yes ma'am, but you've got to promise to relax. You're going to drive me crazy."

 

"*I'm* going to drive *you* crazy?" She chuckled. "Step into my shoes. I'm on a trip from New York to Florida with a guy who doesn't bring a map."

 

"Yeah, kinda makes me question your mental health," he smiled as he looked at her. All the frustration she was feeling was released when she saw his beautiful smile. Faith hated how he could do that. One minute she's furious with him, and then he flashes those pearly whites her direction and she just melts. She shook her head, and they both laughed.

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"This place OK with you?" Bosco asked as he pulled into the parking lot of the Microtel Inn.

 

She yawned. "I'm so tired I'd sleep almost anywhere."

 

Bosco looked over at her. "You know I was thinking. It would really save us some money if we just shared a room and split the cost."

 

"And they say you don't have common sense."

 

"What?! Who says that?!"

 

"I'm just kidding. It's a good idea. I'm all for saving some money."

 

"OK, I'll be right back."

 

"Good evening sir. How may I help you?" asked the young man behind the front desk.

 

"I need a room for tonight. Two beds."

 

"I'm sorry. The only room we have left is a single."

 

"A single? You mean, like one bed?"

 

"Uh yeah, that's usually what a single means."

 

"Oh man. I guess I better try somewhere else," Bosco turned to leave.

 

"You won't find another vacancy for miles. There's a huge Third Watch convention going on."

 

"Third Watch? You serious?" The man nodded. "OK then, I guess I'll take it."

 

Bosco headed back to the car. He nervously swung his keys around on his finger as he tried to figure out what he was going to tell Faith. Sure they were good friends...best friends, but he just found out she was getting divorced and now the only room left was a single. He was sure she was going to freak out.

 

Faith had gotten out of the car and was leaning on the trunk as she took in the cool night air. "You get us a room?"

 

"Uh...yeah. We got the last one." Bosco unlocked the trunk as Faith moved to the side.

 

"What's the room number?"

 

"110," he replied as he leaned into the trunk and pulled out their bags.

 

"Can I have the key? I need to use the bathroom."

 

"Oh, uh, I guess." Bosco fished around in his pockets.

 

"Bosco would you hurry up!"

 

"Yeah. Yeah. Hold on a sec." He pulled the key car out of his coat pocket, and held it out to her. As Faith reached for the key he pulled it away.

 

"Bosco!"

 

"Look I have to tell you something."

 

"Well tell me on the way to the room," she snatched the key out of his hand and took off.

 

"Oh boy," Bosco said under his breath as he slammed the trunk shut, picked up their bags, and hurried after her.

 

Their room was right off the lobby so Faith was already unlocking the door when Bosco rounded the corner. She was in the bathroom by the time he walked into the room. He put the bags on the luggage rack, and went deeper into the room. He just stood there for a moment. "Oh man that's a small bed."

 

"What'd you say?" asked Faith as she came out of the bathroom.

 

He quickly spun around and walked toward her blocking her view of the room. "I uh, I was just saying how tired I am."

 

"Yeah me too." She went to walk around him, but he moved in front of her. Faith tried again, but once again Bosco blocked her way. She smiled. "What? You wanna dance?" she chuckled.

 

"Huh? No. No." Bosco shook his head nervously.

 

"Bosco what's wrong with you? Why are you acting so strange?"

 

He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not acting strange."

 

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Now would you please move?"

 

"There's only one bed," he blurted out.

 

"What?"

 

"There's only one bed. I swear it was the only room they had." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll sleep on the floor," he added quickly.

 

"Bosco would you slow down? OK, so there's only one bed. What's the big deal?" She watched him as his gaze shifted from her to the floor. "Bosco?"

 

He took a deep breath, and loudly blew it out. "I just...well, with finding out about your divorce and stuff I just didn't want you to think I did this on purpose."

 

"I'm not following you."

 

"I didn't want you to think that I was, uh, trying to take advantage of the situation. This really was the only room they had."

 

"Why would I think something like that?"

 

"Well I don't have the best reputation."

 

"Oh Bosco," she smiled. "I know all about your reputation." He frowned. "But I also know what a sweet guy you can be when you want to." He looked up slightly and Faith kissed his forehead. "And don't worry so much. I trust you."

 

Bosco blushed. He smiled back at her. "I'll sleep on the floor." He quickly walked past Faith and into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. His face was red and it felt warm. He chuckled and shook his head. "Get a grip Bosco," he said to himself.

 

When he came out of the bathroom Faith was changing into her pajamas. She had just taken her shirt off. "Oh sorry!" Bosco quickly turned around as Faith turned to look at him. "I didn't know you were changing."

 

She pulled the shirt over her head. "Like you've never seen me change before."

 

"That's different."

 

"How?" she laughed.

 

"Well that's work and this, this isn't," he stuttered.

 

"Bosco what is with you?"

 

"Nothing."

 

"Nothing?"

 

"I don't know. I guess I just wasn't expecting this trip to be so weird."

 

"Why's it weird?"

 

"We sit in a squad car all day long at work. Today we sat in a car all day long. No big deal. But now here we are in a hotel room together. Just seems kinda awkward."

 

"I guess it is a little strange, but it's just me and you, same as it is all day long in the car."

 

"I know," he sighed.

 

"If it will make you feel better we can get separate rooms the rest of the trip."

 

"No, that's OK. I'll get used to it."

 

Faith went and turned down the covers of the bed. Bosco grabbed the extra blanket out of the closet and a pillow off the bed. He put them on the floor under the window. "'Night Faith."

 

He settled down onto the floor. Faith moved over to the edge of the bed and looked down at him. "Bosco that can't be comfortable. Come sleep up here."

 

"Really Faith it's OK. I'm fine on the floor."

 

"I'd sleep better if I knew you were comfortable."

 

"I'm fine Faith."

 

"Just humor me OK?" she pleaded.

 

He looked up into her big blue eyes. That look always made him cave in. "Yeah OK, but I'll sleep on top of the covers."

 

"Bosco," she laughed. "We aren't teenagers. I think we can handle it if you sleep under the covers. Besides, the air conditioner is on and you're going to get cold."

 

"Gee, sure is hard to tell you have kids. You mother everybody like this?"

 

"No, just you."

 

He gave her a fake smile, and started to climb into bed. "You sure it's OK?"

 

"I'm sure Bos."

 

"'k. Goodnight Faith."

 

"Goodnight Bosco."

 

Bosco wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone, so he curled up on his side and stared at the wall. He was afraid to move.

 

Faith was so used to curling up close to her husband that she had to concentrate on staying on her side of the bed. She lay on her side at the very edge of the bed.

 

Finally they both drifted off to sleep. It was around two in the morning when Faith rolled over, and could feel the warmth of someone lying next to her. Instinctively she put her arm around him and snuggled close, resting her head on his pillow as she fell back asleep.  Bosco stirred slightly as he felt a hand on his chest, but wasn't awake enough to comprehend it. He just relaxed against the warm body behind him.

 

Faith was the first to wake up in the morning. She moved her hand and gently rubbed the chest of the man sleeping next to her. It took a few seconds for it to register that this was a tight muscular chest unlike Fred's. "Oh my God, Bosco," she thought as she slowly started to roll away from him. She hoped she didn't wake him.

 

Her movement caused Bosco to open his eyes as the warmth that was next to him shifted away leaving a void. Bosco turned and looked over his shoulder to see her blushing. He smiled sweetly at her. "Morning," he said softly.