you do realize that before long the weather's gonna turn cold and all these
beautiful trees are gonna be bare?" Burt wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her tighter. There was something about having her in his arms
that just felt so right. "You won't be able to come out here and
paint the beautiful leaves then."
"Beauty is where you find
it," she smiled as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort his arms
brought. "Even in the gnarled branch of a bare tree you can find
something beautiful and artful." She hesitated for a moment and
thought about Burt and how he was stirring feelings inside of her that she'd
long forgotten she could have. "B-Burt," she began tentatively,
"I-I don't think I've ever met a man who affected my quite the way you
"And I can honestly admit
that I can say the same about you." He turned to look deeply into her
eyes. Their lips met tenderly in a kiss and they felt all their emotions
begin to well up inside them. Slowly, they pulled apart while still gazing
into each other's eyes.
"Burt, I-I can't explain
it. I know we've only known each other for only a short time, but I've
found myself feeling things for you." She looked away in embarrassment
at being so blunt. "You've come to mean so much to me."
"Janet, I-I feel the same
way." A million thoughts raced through his head. How could two
people just meet and barely know one another, yet feel as if they'd know each
other their entire lives. Was there really such a thing as love at first
sight? Suddenly, a horrible thought stuck him. "W-what happens
when you have to go home? What happens to us when you have to leave
"Nothing has to
happen." She smiled flirtatiously at him. "I'm not going
home. I'm staying right here."
He let out a huge sigh of
relief. "You staying here wouldn't have anything to do with me, would
"You are a lot of the
reason, yes," she confessed. "But not the only one. I just
believe that, at this point in my life, this is where I'm supposed to be."
Burt pulled Janet even tighter
into his arms and enjoyed the pure exhilaration of her presence. Suddenly,
out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Trevor and
themselves during a picnic. "You know, Janet, I'm not sure it's
really fair how some people can be born into money and prestige while other
people, like us, have to survive on meager means. It's not our fault how
we were born. Why should we be the ones who have to struggle to survive
when people like that are handed everything?"
Janet fidgeted nervously at
Burt's philosophical musings. She'd led him to believe that she was like
him...that she came from a background similar to his. How could she ever
tell him that she was, in fact, one of those privileged people? How could
she ever confess her lie and tell him the truth about who she really was?