The Way To Steal My Heart

This Isn't Going To Work

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Let Her Go: by Passenger

The next morning, I sat up and stretched. I looked around, and, for a moment of terror, I didn't recognize the room I was in. I glanced around and saw Norman sleeping on his stomach, his mouth hanging open. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

Norman's eyes opened at the sound of my giggles. He smiled faintly, sitting up. "Mornin' sunshine." He greeted me. "You want breakfast?" He asked, getting out of the bed. I nodded shyly. I checked my phone.

Ashley: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!

Shit. I forgot to text them. That was at 2 am.

Me: Sorry. I'll be home in a few minutes

I turned to Norman, except he wasn't in here. I quickly changed out of his clothes back into mine. I left the bedroom, finding Norman on the little telephone, talking to room service.

"Yeah, that's right." He said. He paused. "Ok, thank you." He hung up and turned to face me. "Hope you're hungry for pancakes." He said, smiling.

"Uh, about that. I can't stay. I need to get back to the hotel." I stated, grasping my hands in front of me. Norman's face fell.

"Oh. Ok. I can give you a ride after breakfast. If you want." He offered.

"Thanks." I said. "And Norman, this was fun." I added, smiling.

"Glad you had fun." Norman said, smiling. After a few moments of awkward silence, the doorbell rang. Norman opened the door and pulled a metal cart in, thanking the man behind it. The cart had a few silver lids on it, concealing the food from sight. Norman pulled them over to the couch, placing the containers on the coffee table. Then he patted the seat next to him. I sat down, a distance away. He looked slightly disappointed, but shook it off. He lifted the lids up, revealing a stack of blueberry pancakes with boysenberry syrup. My mouth watered at the sight.

"Hope you like it." Norman said, pushing the platter to me. I gratefully accepted it, taking a bite. Norman had a yogurt parfait. He took a spoon and dipped it into his parfait

"You want some?" He asked, offering the spoon. I nodded and opened my mouth for it. It was very sweet, and the oats gave it a nice crunch. "Good?" He asked. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. He took a bite and chewed, swallowing. Then he turned to face me, his lips puckered. I rolled my eyes and leaned for kiss. When I placed my lips on his, I was given a mouthful of chewed up parfait. I shoved him away and ran towards the bathroom. When I came back out with a clean mouth, Norman was laughing to himself.

"You think that was funny? Jesus, I trust you enough to sleep in your house and you barf in my mouth! That is unbelievable!" I snapped. Norman stopped laughing and looked away, ashamed. "I knew this was a bad idea. I should've just walked home when I had the chance." I grumbled, walking towards the door, where my coat and purse hung.

"Amanda, I'm sorry!" Norman apologized, jogging up behind me as I was pulling my coat on.

"For what? Being an ass?" I snapped.

"Yes."

"Well, you shoulda thought about that before doing that." I growled, shoving the door out of the way.

"Amanda! Please give me another chance!" Norman pleaded, chasing me down the hallway. I stopped and turned around, glaring at him. "Amanda, I'm so sorry. I just thought it would be funny! And, I don't know, maybe you would've thrown your pancake at me, or something."

"Well I'm not that type of girl! Sorry, but I'm not interested!" I snapped, turning towards the elevator. "And I can think of a reason of why I don't like you now." I stated, not turning around. "It's because you're an immature asshole!" The elevator opened and let me through. I didn't turn around until the doors shut.

Norman:

As the elevator closed, I felt my heart shattering.

"It's because you're and immature asshole!" Her words stung me hard. I sighed and went back into my room. The breakfast still sat on the coffee table. I ignored it and went back to my room.

You fucking idiot!

I agreed with my conscience. I threw myself onto the bed. Yesterday had been so perfect, except with the cherry thing. That stupid cherry! Why the hell did I do that? I looked at the bed that Amanda slept on. I could still remember her sleeping, peaceful face. Her long chocolatey hair hung around her face perfectly. Her makeup stained the pillow case. She'd forgotten to take it off last night, so the pillow was smeared with red and black. Her snores were so quiet. Damn, I sound like a freak.

I sighed and rested my head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. I pulled my phone out, pulling Amanda's number up.

Me: Amanda, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to end like that.

I sat there, staring at the phone for what seemed like hours.

Me: Amanda, please talk to me

Me: Please.

Every time I typed, I felt a little piece of my heart being torn.

Me: I'm begging you. Please answer me.

Amanda: No. You hurt me.

Me: I know and I'm sorry.

I waited for a reply.

Amanda: Give me one good reason why I should forgive you

I thought for a moment. Why should she? She has every right to be pissed off at me. I must've taken too long to answer, though.

Amanda: Of course you can't

Me: It's not that. You have every reason to be pissed at me. I'm not forcing you to stay. All I'm asking is that you don't ignore me. I still wanna be friends.

After a few minutes, there was no reply. I sighed, knowing that I've officially fucked up.

Amanda: Fine. Don't make me regret it tho

My heart leaped. She wants to be friends. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Me: Thank you so much! I promise that I won't let you down.