Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Fifteen

    "Honey, it's going to be okay. Pobrecita." Desirae sat on the hotel room bed with Mia's head in her lap. She looked up at Bri.

    "Don't look at me, it's your turn," Bri said, disappearing into the bathroom.

    Desirae sighed. "I'm not good at this!"

    "You're doing just fine," Mia mumbled into her thigh. 

    "While you're down there, you might as well do something useful," Desirae muttered.

    Mia groaned in disgust and sat up. "You are absolutely no help."

    "What can I say, mija, it's been a long time for me," Desirae said with a shrug.

    Mia wiped the tears from her eyes and growled in frustration. "I don't even know why I'm so in my feelings over this. Out of the gate, I wanted to keep things professional."

    "Then you tasted some of those yummy lips and had a change of heart!" Bri shouted out from the bathroom.

    Mia fell back on the pillow, covering her face with her hands. "I'm an idiot."

    "No you're not, you just...you have more feelings for him than you're willing to admit," Desirae theorized.

    "I don't want to have any feelings for him," Mia declared, throwing her arms into the air.

    "It's not that simple," Desirae told her. "You can't help who you fall in love with."

    "Love?" Mia rose up on her elbows, staring at her friend with her brows furrowed. "I'm not in love with him."

    The honey brown-haired Latina arched a slender eyebrow at her. "Are you trying to convince me of that, or yourself?"

    "Stop trying to psychoanalyze me," Mia warned, pointing an index finger at her.

    Desirae shrugged. "I'm not cut out for this comforting thing," she said, standing up from the bed with her hands on her hips.

    "Wait, don't go," Mia whined.

    Desirae laughed. "Gah, what am I going to do with you?"

    "Tell me that I don't need him and that I'm better off without him, and that I'll get over this."

    Desirae shook her head but recited, "You don't need him and you're better off without him, and you will get over this, mamacita."

    "Stop lying to the girl!" Bri shouted from the bathroom.

    Mia scowled at the bathroom door and collapsed back on the bed. She hadn't been able to get much sleep the night before. She'd hated leaving things unresolved with Drake, but he'd lapsed into silence and had made no other effort to strike up a conversation. She could tell by his body language that he hadn't been in the mood to talk. He'd closed himself off to her and after replaying the conversation in her mind, she couldn't blame him. Her intention had been to make sure that he knew that she'd been hurt before. She was trying to ask him not to hurt her, the way her previous boyfriend had. She'd tried to ask without asking. They weren't even in a relationship yet. She probably shouldn't have laid all of that at his feet.

    And now you're lucky if you're still invited to his estate to help him write his songs, she thought, staring up at the ceiling woefully. He probably can't even stand the sight of you. He barely even told you goodbye when you got out of the limo.

    Desirae continued trying to console her, but to no avail. There was no cheering up, not until she was on positive terms with Drake again.

    Bri exited the bathroom with a contemplative frown on her face.