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VIOLET’S SONG by Wren (Sequel for More than words)

PART 1

The next morning, you feel a tender kiss on your forehead and James softly stroking your hair. You wake up and beam as to say hello. James beams back as the two of you kiss and you run your fingers through his hair.

Eventually, Mr. Dog makes an entrance and jumps on both of you. “That’s our cue.” James says as you both get up. He cooks breakfast as you watch the news. Apparently your little Phantom Poet routine is causing a bit of intrigue, as that's the first thing you both notice when you turn on the TV.

You turn to James and smile. “You’ve been doing this for how many years?” You hold up five fingers. “Well it took ‘em long enough.”

You write down a note and hand it to James. The note says, “But now I have to stop doing it because people are noticing. Once they notice, they’ll look for me.”

“Too late, I saw you first,” James says with a cheeky little grin. You open your mouth and let out something almost similar to a laugh. You write another note: “I don’t need to do it anymore though, at least for now. I write to get the pain out. The Phantom Poet bit was just for fun.”

James smiles and gets a bit serious. “I want you to be happy for the rest of you life. You’ve suffered enough.” He comes up to you and holds you tight. “I may not be able to bring everything back to make you happy...but I can assure you that you have everything you need...and that I will never hurt you, nor will I let anyone else.”
You nod, your eyes never leaving his, and you give him a kiss, and another note: “Someday I’ll be able to speak more than just awkward noises that I try to call laughing.”

“I believe it,” says James, looking you up and down. “I think we need to go shopping.”

Your clothes from last night were clean and dried by now, so you were getting dressed, but as you were pulling out your cloak, James stops you. “Here, borrow my jacket.” He hands you one of his bigger jackets and you put it on. “Somehow, it works on you.” You look as though you’re giggling.

The two of you go out and go shopping at one of James’ favorite stores. “I’m no good at shopping for girls, so you just pick whatever you like.” You spot an absolutely fabulous dress. It’s kinda low cut, short on the bottom, long bell sleeves and it’s got a dark red sheer over a solid black material. You look at the price and you’re aghast, but James saw you. “I could see that on you,” and takes you to the dressing room. When you put it on, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You do a little pose and make a giggle face.

“Oi, don’t have too much fun in there, I gotta see too, you know.”

When you get out, James is almost in awe. “It works with you.” He says after five seconds of gaping silence. You smile. “You’ll probably need some underthings...you better do this yourself, I’ll be looking around.” You hold his hand and give him a pleading puppydog look. “Aw geez.” He laughs, knowing he’s not going to get away as he follows you to the lingerie section.
You pick out some lacy skongs (ed- it’s not quite a thong, not quite a brief) and a few bras...but you don’t know what your size is. You write this to James and he flags down a female clerk.
“Um...well...” He looks at you nervously and you make a giggle face and hand the note to the clerk.
“Oh, well that’s no problem, come with me.” The clerk takes you off to do a measure in the dressing room. James is turning red and decides to sit on a bench, takes off his hat and covers himself. When you get out from being measured, you notice the hat and give him a shocked look, but at the same time looking as though you’re trying to conceal your laughter. You take his hand. “Violet,” he whispers in your ear. “I...er...I can’t get up. Go ahead and do your thing, I’ll wait.” You pick out some more clothes, then you leave whatever you picked out by him so you can pick out some more underwear. Then you, feeling extremely cheeky, pick out the sluttiest underwear you can find and pantomime wearing it in front of James, making cheeky faces as James is groaning and rubbing his head (ed- The one on his shoulders, you naughty girls.) “Girl, why are you doing this to me?” He laughs.
You put a bra over his head and pick up the other stuff. He promptly takes it off and snickers. “You little minx.” You flash him a cheeky smile as he gently pokes your side.

After your little shopping spree, you guys stop by the house to put away what you bought, then put on the dress you picked out earlier, and some high heeled shoes, do your hair up a bit. James looks at you as you enter the living room. “God, you’re beautiful.” He says in awe, taking your hand.

Then you guys go out to one of his favorite restaurants. You bring with you a pen and paper so you can actually engage in conversation with him. The restaurant was one of the places you’d hide behind waiting for the trash to be taken out so you could fish through it to find something to eat. Rich people wasted so much food.

You write to him what you’re going to order so there’s no hesitation. Then he starts off.
“I wasn’t up to cleaning today, so I figured we’d go out.” You point to yourself indicating that was something you could probably do for him. You write out a note. “It’s the least I could do for you, I mean, you’ve given me so much. I didn’t have anything before this.”
“That could be something.” So you were now his cleaning lady. You were thinking, Holy shit, a job. “I’d understand it would be hard for you to find work given your handicap.”
You nod, trying to restrain yourself from jumping up and hugging him.
“There’s gotta be something we can do about it though. You say you were able to talk before, right?”
You nod, and hold up both hands.
”You were ten when you last spoke?”
You nod.
“And how old are you now?”
You hold up two fingers off each hand.
“22?” You nod.
“So it’s been 12 years. I know you can make some slight noises. Do you think you could reteach yourself? I don’t know how it works, to be honest.”
You shrug, then write a note: “I’m not about to attempt now in front of all these people.”
“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll work on it when we get back, okay love?”
You nod and reach on the table for his hand.
“Though the best communication is the kind that doesn’t need words.” He says suddenly. You beam.
The waiter approaches, and James orders for the both of you.
“What do you want to drink, love?”
You shrug, then gesture to him to pick something for you.
“Get us the best red wine you have here.”
“Excellent choice, sir.” And the waiter leaves.

You write James another note: “I wanted to be a singer.”
James read this and you can almost see his heart breaking.
“I bet you had a voice as beautiful as the rest of you.”
You write another note: “Ever see ‘Singing in the Rain?’ I sounded exactly like Jean Hagen’s character.”
He gives you an odd look and you gesture to turn the note over.
“I’m fucking with you.”
He laughs. “That’s really cute, Violet,” he says sarcastically as you give him a big toothy grin.
Your food eventually arrives and you guys both start eating. You eat very very slowly, savoring each bite. As you pick up your glass of wine, James says “Hold up...”
He picks up his glass. “To the future.”
You smile and nod your head and you clink glasses and drink.
You find your wine a bit hard to swallow. “I take it you’ve never had wine before.”
You shake your head. “Well you’re not supposed to drink so much at a time. You’re supposed to sip it, like this.” James shows you. You try to mimic him but you wind up spilling a bit on your shirt.
He smiles. “Eh, we’ve got time.”
Eventually the two of your finish eating and the waiter clears your table.

You write him another note, you kinda nervously hand it to him.

“Is it too early for me to say I love you?”

He looks at it for a moment, then looks at you with a twinkle in his eye. You both get up from your table and he comes closer.
“Not at all, Violet.” He gently kisses you as the two of you embrace. You can feel him squeezing you tight as he whispers in your ear.
“I love you.”

You can’t believe how fast the day had gone as it was near closing time for the restaurant. James leaves some money on the table and you both walk out with your arms around each other.

You feel a bit dizzy. “‘Cause you drank your wine too fast, didn’t you?”
You smile and look at him. “Yeah, you did. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” He has his arm around you as you two get back to his place.

You search through your bag for a cassette tape and hand it to him. He looks at the tape. It says ‘Talent Show 1992”
“1992, dear god, I’m old. I was a year older than you in 1992!” He laughs and you get up and pinch his cheeks. You shake your head as if you were disagreeing with him. “You’re so sweet.” He gives you a slow playful punch on the shoulder as he puts on the tape.

“This is you?” He looks almost bewildered as he continues to listen to your version of ‘Daddy Sang Bass’ by Johnny Cash.
You nod your head. You write a note: “Yeah, me and three of my friends to sing the parts I couldn’t...you know, like the bass.”
He pauses for a moment. “Are you American?”
You nod and write him another note: “I moved here when I was really young, probably before school. It must have been after my father died, because I don’t remember him coming with us. My mom came here to meet some guy.” You abruptly stop writing the note and drop your pen and paper.

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