Forelsket [{V.H}]

19

5:55 pm

June

"General Kenobi." Vinnie responds with a smile on his face but then it drops, his eyes searching my face. "Have you been crying?"

I must look a mess.

I quickly slip my hands up under my glasses and rub my eyes, "Allergies, they're terrible this time of year."

He gently takes my wrists and lowers my hands, a look that says 'I know youre lying' on his face. "You okay?"

"Yea." My voice gets tight so I take my hands from his grip and wave one at him, "I'm fine." Tears well up in my eyes again so I turn away quickly.

We walk into my home and i go to my kitchen while he closes my front door.

I clear my throat deeply and lean against my counter in front of my open laptop. "What do you want for dinner?"

He comes over to my kitchen table and sits down in one of the chairs. His eyes stay up on me, "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not."

"You are."

I roll my lips into my mouth and take off my glasses. I set them on the counter and he becomes blurry in my fucked up vision.

I cover my eyes and groan out, "Honestly? My mom called and wanted to bring up something I didn't want to talk about." I lower my hands to hold myself up on the counter, "So of course I cried. I'm a cry baby."

Vinnie sinks his hands into his sweatshirt pockets, "Do you want to maybe... talk about it?" He asks warily without looking at me straight on.

He'll think I'm disgusting. He won't ever talk to me again.

"No."

His head lifts, and after a second of a staring contest, he just gives me that smile of his that makes my heart flutter in the good way, "Okay."

What?

I blink my eyes, my eyebrows quirking.

He doesn't want to know? He's not going to press?

He changes the subject, "I think we should order out." He takes out his phone from his pocket, and begins scrolling, "We had Chinese today, pizza yesterday so how about... burgers?"

I'm in awe.

Hes not going to sit and pressure me into telling him my terrible trauma? Or gaslight me until I open up? This man can't be real. He's gotta he written by some female hermit writer with trauma as well that knows what kind of person she needs but will never get. He's not real.

I don't deserve him.

His brown eyes meet mine when I let out a small laugh.

I don't deserve this. This has got to be some sick joke that god or whoever is playing on me. Once I'm completely wrapped up in this man, there's going to be a catch. There always is.

I lower my head and laugh some more, shaking my head. "I can't believe you."

But I'm stupid and selfish so I'm going to cling to it while it lasts.

He stays silent until I stand up straight and put my hands on my hips, tilting my head.

"No." I declare, pointing a finger at him like an anime character, "I'm making dinner and you're not spending anymore money on me."

He pokes his bottom lip out in a pout, "But id like to not die from food poisoning."

I grab my glasses off the counter, slipping on my face to see him clearly, "The good thing about that is that if one of us dies, the other will too. For lifers right?" I turn around and hop over to my pantry.