Will follows me as I walk back to t

Will follows me as I walk back to the laundry room and replace the sewing kit next to the sewing machine. My hand brushes against the patterns that are neatly stacked in chronological order as I recall all the cleaning and alphabetizing I did the previous weekend. Is it possible, that maybe I had a momentary lapse of sanity? I shake my head and reach over and flick off the light switch when I run into Will. He's leaning against the doorframe with his head resting against the wall. It's dark now, since I've switched off the light, but his face is slightly illuminated by the glow from the kitchen behind him.
 
A warm sensation flows through me as I try not to get my hopes up. He's got that look in his eyes again.
 
"Last night," he whispers. "When I saw Javi kissing you…" His voice trails off and he is silent for a moment. "I thought you were kissing him back."
 
It’s hard when he's in such close proximity, but I do my best to focus and process his confession. If he thought I was allowing it to happen, then why did he pull Javi off of me? Why did he punch him? Then it hits me. Will wasn't defending me last night, he was jealous.
 
"Oh," is all I can say.
 
"I didn't know the whole story until this morning, when you told your version," he says as he continues to block my way; making me stand in the dark.
 
“God, Lake. I can't tell you how pissed I was. I wanted to hurt him so bad. And now? Now that I know he really was hurting you, I want to kill him." He turns away from me and rests his back against the doorframe.
 
I think back on last night and the emotions Will must have been experiencing. To be professing his love for me on stage one minute and then thinking I was making out with Javi the next. No wonder he was so pissed on the drive home.
 
He's still blocking my way. Not that I plan on running anywhere. My entire body is tense, not knowing what he’s about to say or do. I try to relax as I exhale. My breathing has increased so rapidly in the last minute, my lungs are starting to ache again as the knot in my back reminds me of its presence.
 
"How did you-" I stutter. "How'd you know I was there?"
 
He turns and faces me, placing both hands on either side of the doorframe. His height and the way he has me blocked in are intimidating, but in a very good way.
 
"I saw you. When I finished my piece, I saw you leaving."
 
My knees start to fail me so I place my hand on the dryer behind me for support. He knows I saw him perform. Why is he telling me this? I do my best not to get my hopes up, but maybe since he is no longer my teacher, we can finally be together. Maybe that's what he's trying to tell me.
 
"Will, does this mean-"
 
He takes a step toward me, leaving no space between us. His fingers brush against my cheek as he studies my face with his eyes. I place my hands against his chest as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. I try to take a step away from him so I can finish my question but his body presses me against the dryer.
 
Just as I try to ask him again, he brings his lips to mine. I immediately stop resisting and I let him kiss me. My entire body becomes weak as my arms fall to my side and I drop the measuring tape on the floor.
 
He grabs my waist as he lifts me up and sets me down on top of the dryer. Our faces are even now. He kisses me like he’s making up for an entire month of stolen kisses. I can't tell where my hands end and his begin as we both frantically pull at each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his mouth to my neck so I can catch my breath. All the feelings I have for him come rushing back. I try to hold back tears as I realize just how much I really do love him. Oh my god, I love him. I’m in love with Will Cooper.
 
I no longer try to control my breathing; it would be pointless.
 
"Will," I say as he continues exploring my neck with his lips. "Does this mean…does it mean we don't have to pretend…anymore?" I'm breathing so heavily I can barely form a cohesive sentence. "We can be…together? Since you're not…since you're not my teacher?"
 
His hands soften their hold on by back as his lips slowly close and pull away from my neck. I try to pull him back into me but he resists. He puts his hands on my calves and unlocks my legs from around his waist as he backs up and leans against the wall behind him, avoiding my eyes.
 
My hands grip the edges of the dryer as I slide off with a jerk. "Will?" I say as I take a step toward him.
 
The light from the kitchen casts a shadow across his face but I can see his jaw-it's clenched. His eyes are full of shame as he looks at me apologetically.
 
"Will? Tell me. Do the rules still apply?"
 
He doesn't have to answer me-I can tell by his reaction that they do.
 
"Lake," he says quietly. "I had a weak moment, I'm sorry."
 
I shove my hands into his chest.
 
"A weak moment? That's what you call this? A weak moment?" I yell.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Akan mengikuti saya ketika saya berjalan kembali ke ruang cuci dan mengganti menjahit kit berikutnya untuk mesin jahit. Tanganku kuas terhadap pola-pola yang rapi ditumpuk dalam urutan kronologis seingat saya semua pembersihan dan alphabetizing saya lakukan akhir pekan sebelumnya. Itu mungkin, bahwa mungkin aku punya selang sesaat kewarasan? Menggelengkan kepala dan meraih dan Singkirkan lampu ketika aku berlari ke akan. Ia adalah bersandar bingkai pintu dengan kepala beristirahat ke dinding. Itu gelap sekarang, karena saya sudah dimatikan cahaya, tapi wajahnya sedikit diterangi oleh cahaya dari dapur belakangnya. Sebuah sensasi hangat mengalir melalui saya ketika saya mencoba untuk tidak bangun harapan saya. Dia punya yang terlihat di matanya lagi. "Tadi malam," bisiknya. "Ketika aku melihat Javi mencium Anda..." Suaranya jalur dan dia diam sejenak. "Saya pikir Anda telah mencium dia kembali." Hal ini sulit ketika ia berada di dekat seperti itu, tapi aku melakukan yang terbaik untuk fokus dan proses pengakuan. Jika dia pikir aku adalah mengijinkan hal itu terjadi, maka mengapa apakah ia menarik Javi dari saya? Mengapa dia memukulnya? Kemudian hits saya. Akan tidak membela saya tadi malam, dia menjadi cemburu. "Oh," adalah semua yang bisa kukatakan. "Aku tidak tahu keseluruhan cerita sampai pagi ini, ketika Anda mengatakan kepada versi Anda," katanya sambil dia terus menghalangi jalanku; membuat saya berdiri dalam kegelapan. "Tuhan, danau. Saya tidak dapat memberitahu Anda bagaimana marah aku. Aku ingin menyakiti hatinya begitu buruk. Dan sekarang? Sekarang bahwa saya tahu dia benar-benar adalah menyakiti Anda, saya ingin membunuhnya." Dia berpaling dari saya dan bersandar kembali terhadap bingkai pintu. I think back on last night and the emotions Will must have been experiencing. To be professing his love for me on stage one minute and then thinking I was making out with Javi the next. No wonder he was so pissed on the drive home. He's still blocking my way. Not that I plan on running anywhere. My entire body is tense, not knowing what he’s about to say or do. I try to relax as I exhale. My breathing has increased so rapidly in the last minute, my lungs are starting to ache again as the knot in my back reminds me of its presence. "How did you-" I stutter. "How'd you know I was there?" He turns and faces me, placing both hands on either side of the doorframe. His height and the way he has me blocked in are intimidating, but in a very good way. "I saw you. When I finished my piece, I saw you leaving." My knees start to fail me so I place my hand on the dryer behind me for support. He knows I saw him perform. Why is he telling me this? I do my best not to get my hopes up, but maybe since he is no longer my teacher, we can finally be together. Maybe that's what he's trying to tell me. "Will, does this mean-" He takes a step toward me, leaving no space between us. His fingers brush against my cheek as he studies my face with his eyes. I place my hands against his chest as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. I try to take a step away from him so I can finish my question but his body presses me against the dryer. Just as I try to ask him again, he brings his lips to mine. I immediately stop resisting and I let him kiss me. My entire body becomes weak as my arms fall to my side and I drop the measuring tape on the floor. He grabs my waist as he lifts me up and sets me down on top of the dryer. Our faces are even now. He kisses me like he’s making up for an entire month of stolen kisses. I can't tell where my hands end and his begin as we both frantically pull at each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his mouth to my neck so I can catch my breath. All the feelings I have for him come rushing back. I try to hold back tears as I realize just how much I really do love him. Oh my god, I love him. I’m in love with Will Cooper. I no longer try to control my breathing; it would be pointless. "Will," I say as he continues exploring my neck with his lips. "Does this mean…does it mean we don't have to pretend…anymore?" I'm breathing so heavily I can barely form a cohesive sentence. "We can be…together? Since you're not…since you're not my teacher?" His hands soften their hold on by back as his lips slowly close and pull away from my neck. I try to pull him back into me but he resists. He puts his hands on my calves and unlocks my legs from around his waist as he backs up and leans against the wall behind him, avoiding my eyes. My hands grip the edges of the dryer as I slide off with a jerk. "Will?" I say as I take a step toward him. The light from the kitchen casts a shadow across his face but I can see his jaw-it's clenched. His eyes are full of shame as he looks at me apologetically. "Will? Tell me. Do the rules still apply?" He doesn't have to answer me-I can tell by his reaction that they do. "Lake," he says quietly. "I had a weak moment, I'm sorry." I shove my hands into his chest. "A weak moment? That's what you call this? A weak moment?" I yell.