Second Chance

Argument Again

“See, that’s why I told you not to wear this dress in public,” John said, annoyed. He was staring at this man walking in our direction who was eyeing me up.
John and I were walking hand in hand down the street and I was wearing a mini skirt which John had given me as a present. John had told me not to wear this skirt when I was alone in public as he thought it was too short and it could be dangerous, because he would not be there to protect me from bad guys.
“But you only said I can’t wear this when I’m ALONE in public,” I stated.
“But I don’t like this,” he said, throwing death stares at another guy walking in our way.
“John,” I said, “You’re here with me and I’m safe, and you clearly know that their stares mean nothing when you’re here.”
“But I didn’t know it’d be this nerve-racking,” John shook his head, “I had no idea it would turn out to be THIS short. I just thought it’d look good on you.”
“You’re overreacting,”
Then he snapped, which I had not expected, “Overreacting? Me? I’m just being caring and I’m concerned about your safety!”
“I know,” I said, getting a bit impatient, “But really, it’s not a big deal. If you want to next time I’m not wearing it outside.”
“So you’re saying I’m looking for drama now?”
“John, can you please be reasonable?” I hissed.
“Whatever,” John hissed back and released my hand, and increased his speed.
“Hey!” I snapped, “What is wrong with you?”
John ignored me and kept walking. I tried to keep up with him and we walked back home with me a couple of paces behind him.
John banged the front door open and rushed straight up the stairs. Edward walked in from the living room seconds later, confusion coloring his face. He stared at the top of the stairs then looked back at me.
“What’s happened?” he asked, concerned. He was carefully studying my face.
“I – I don’t even know what’s going on,” I whispered. Now that I was home I felt like crying. John was being stupid and mean. Well, maybe he was right, but he could have been calmer!
Tears started to form in my eyes and Edward noticed that. He came forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me into the living room and sat me down on the sofa. He sat down next to me, still holding me against him tightly.
I was beginning to cry for real and Edward fumbled his hands around my face. He wiped my tears away with him thumbs.
“(Yn),” he prompted softly, “Is everything alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I – He – John was overreacting,” I sobbed and told him the whole story.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered and hugged me tightly after hearing the full story, “You know how John’s like; he was just worried about you because he loved you so much.”
I nodded, and leaned my head on Edward’s shoulder. I felt tired.
Edward patted my head gently and I turned slightly to hug him. I buried my face into the hollow of his neck and sobbed. He hugged me back and rubbed my back.
Oh, what would I do without Edward. I was feeling guilty at the same time because I was being unfair to Edward. I should not bother him with John and my stuff but I simply needed him.
I did not know how long had passed but eventually I woke up in bed. The sky had almost turned completely dark already. I looked around and saw John staring at me, his face illustrated by the faint light coming in through the windows.
I stared back at him, not saying anything. I was still mad at him but I knew I would forget about it pretty soon. I could actually feel my anger subsiding the instant I saw his beautiful face.
After a brief moment of silence, John finally spoke, “I’m sorry (Yn),” he whispered, still holding my gaze, “I was being stupid, you’re right; I should have been nicer even though I still think you shouldn’t wear that dress in public.”
He bit his lower lip and waited for my response.
“Apology accepted,” I said after a pause, “And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have started the argument.”
“Don’t be silly,” he said, cradling my face in his hand and he stroked my face with his thumb, “We both know it’s me who started it.”
I giggled, “We should stop starting another argument,” I said, “So whatever okay, everything was settled now. Let’s forget about it.”
John nodded.
“So why am I here in bed?” I asked.
“I went down and was going to say sorry to you when I saw you asleep on Edward’s shoulder,” John replied, “So I carried you upstairs.”
“How long have I been asleep on Edward’s shoulder?” I asked. I hoped I was not bothering him too much. He could not do anything because I was sleeping.
“I went down like, an hour after we came back,” John said.
“Oh,” so Edward had been in the same position for almost an hour. Being stuck beside me. I felt guilty.
“(Yn), I love you,” John said all of a sudden, and closed the distance between our lips.
The moment our lips came into contact I could no longer think of Edward properly. Yes, I was feeling bad about being unfair to Edward; he was so sweet and nice to me even though inside he was hurting. But I also loved John. I loved John dearly and I simply kissed him back like it was a natural instinct. I could not get enough of him.
John’s arms snaked around my torso and pressed me close to his body, our curves fitting perfectly together. He tickled my back gently, and I grasped a handful of the front of his shirt and squashed our bodies together.
“I love you too,” I whispered in between our kisses.
I could feel John smiling against my lips, his hands trailing down my back and his fingers began to tighten around the rim of my skirt.
I pulled away slightly, “No, John, Edward’s downstairs,” I mumbled.
“I don’t care,” John muttered and silenced me with his lips. His hands pushed my skirt down my legs and made me kick it off. But that was the farthest I let John go. We could not do it when Edward was here. He would hear and I did not want to hurt him further. I could not break the rules that I had set for us – every time we did this I made sure Edward was out, or when he was asleep.
So I pushed John away slightly. This time he stopped kissing me and studied my expression.
“John, I do want this, but I can’t make myself do it when Edward’s here,” I said.
“I’ll ask him to leave; he’ll surely understand,” John smiled. He still did not know that his twin actually fancied me.
“No!” I protested, “That’s unfair to him.”
“But—”
“No buts okay,” I said sternly, “We’ll do it tonight. Not now.”
John’s face fell a bit, “Alright, if you say so,”
“I love you,”
“I love you too,” John grinned.

The next day I woke up to an empty bed and I flexed my body a bit. I was so tired from what happened last night with John. I kept my promise and let him have his fun when Edward had gone to bed.
Today John had gone out for a meeting with some music people. He and Edward were working in the music industry and John had told me that Edward would not be going with him for this meeting, so Edward would be staying home to keep me company.