"Wait, so you're taking him back?" Tony asked in disbelief.
"I already explained this." It was becoming annoying.
He laughed. Why again did I think this would be easy?
"Two fucking years he left you. And who was there for you?" He raged, pacing back and forth. "I was, Alex! I held you while you cried. I told you it'd be okay. And this is how you repay me?"
"Calm down. I still want to be friends." I attempted negotiating.
"Friends?" He said. "I don't want to be your friend." He spat.
He stomped out of the room like a small child. Guilt ate me alive. I used him. He had a point. One I had ignored for a while. But now being confronted, it was something I'd like to forget.
I sighed, and fell back on the bed. I can only hope he'll take a major 180. I still need my best friend. God I hope I didn't ruin that.
"Didn't go well?" Vic asked, pushing my door open slightly and sticking his head in.
"No," I mumbled. "He's being an ass."
"He'll come around. Right now he just needs to calm down." He said, taking a seat beside me on the mattress.
The fluffy pad dipped beside me. That threw me into a memory. Jay would always try to scare me when I had headphones in laying on the bed, but the idiot didn't take into consideration the moving pile of cotton beneath him.
Vic gave really good advice. It was kind of surprising. Sam always said he was, but she kind of has a biased view towards him. Obviously, seeing as they're married. Speaking of which, was going well.
"What do I do?" I whined.
"Do you still love Jay?" He questioned, looking at me in a devious manner.
Do I? I do. It was something I thought about daily.
"Yes." I said, straightforward.
"Then do what you feel is right." He stated, as if it were just that easy. He's older. He has more experience.
"My head says to stay away, but my heart wants him." That was always the great debate. Who will win? I don't know. I don't think I want to either. It's like Chris Motionless says. Open your mind before your mouth. Lately, that's been hard.
"Just let life play out." He got up, and left.
Just like that. Was he trying to play on words? What the hell does that even mean.
Why does life have to be so confusing?
----
I hummed Sleeping With Sirens lyrics to myself quietly. It was a new habit of mine. Adia, Sam, and Ren have all told me I think too much. My therapist said to hum a catchy song. And I'll be damned if it doesn't work. One day I had a Taylor Swift song stuck in my head. Why couldn't it have been like, Justin Bieber or something?
I stood in front of that large tan door. Deja Vu washed over me. This door separated my life and fate. Right now it was either make it or break it.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked.
It was a while before anything happened. I counted to ten four times. Something my mother had taught me.
I turned on my heels, bavk towards my car. Maybe this is fate telling me to jump off my high horse. But I couldn't escape that easily. Of course, when have I ever gotten the easy way out.
"Sorry, I was getting dressed." He panted.
A laugh bubbled out. I couldn't help it. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt was on backwards. Why did I have to fall for someone so awkward? He was adorably awkward.
"You didn't have to rush. It's just lunch." I said, smiling in enjoyment.
"But, it's you. I get judgey when I'm with you."
He always knew just what to say to make a girl blush. All he had to do was be himself.
"I fell for you. Not someone hidden behind layers of fake." Now it was his turn to blush.
I felt like I was in high school again. Ogling over some cute boy. Scratch that. He'd be my cute boy by the end of this night. I'd see to it.
----
He bumped into my side playfully, chuckling lightly. A blush tinted my cheeks, causing me to direct my sight towards my shoes.
"No, don't look away." He gently lifted my face up.
"You have a beautiful smile. Show it."
My mind flashed back a few years ago. I was blushing like mad over his sickly sweet words. A strange form of irony, if I do say so myself.
"Thanks." I mumbled. No matter how much I hated every little thing about me, he made me somehow feel as if my imperfections made me some sort of a masterpiece.
He treated me like I was a delicate flower he was scared to break or bruse. Never in my life have I been treated so well. That's partially why Sam will choose Jay over Justin, my ex, anyday.
"No, really." He stopped and grabbed my hands. "Smile." He said.
"Why?" I asked, honestly. Why would anyone want to see me smile?
A smirk played on his soft, pink lips. A pair that molded perfectly with mine.
He slowly leaned towards me, his breath tickling my mouth. It smelled of starburst. A strange smell, but fruity nonetheless. I loved it.
"Because you're beautiful." He whispered in my ear.
----
Let me know if 23 isn't up.. I may have to republish.
