Desire Me

30- A Sad Drunk

Standing in front of the mirror, I twist and turn as I examine my outfit, wishing more than anything that Amanda was here to give me her useful opinion.

We have spoken a few times since she arrived in Paris but I hardly think we calling to ask if I should wear a dress or a skirt is appropriate at the moment.

Finally settling on a pair of leather trousers, I am happy with my outfit and begin to accessories. Red lipstick and black eyeliner later and I'm ready and waiting in the main room for Enzo to pick me up.

When my phone buzzes, I see it's him calling and I quickly answer, expecting him to tell me he's waiting in the car.

"Hi Enz." I say with a smile which is fast dropping because of the silence on the other side.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I have to cancel tonight."

"But-but Enzo, I haven't seen you all week."

"I know." Enzo's voice is short and curt, "but I have to cancel."

"Fine." I snap, hanging up the phone in anger.

My pulse thuds in my neck as my frustration begins to boil. Of course, I'm not unreasonable. I understand that Enzo has a job and is busy, but when this is the first contact you've had for a week, it's hard not to get angry.

Grumbling to myself, wishing Amanda was here so we could vent together, I walk into the bathroom and remove all my makeup.

Staring at my slightly raw, pale face, I feel like crying and then, before I know it, I am. Sniffling, I walk through the apartment, kicking off my nice clothes as I go.

"Bye bye lacy thong, hello granny panties", I mumble making myself chuckle as I pull on my sweatpants and a hoody of Enzo's.

Flopping down on the sofa, face first, I press play on a crappy romcom and wait for Enzo to call and apologise.

Three days later and Enzo still hasn't called. To say I am angry and sad in equal measure would be an understatement and, to make matters worse, I got my fucking period.

"How are you, ma Cherie?" I ask Amanda as I curl up on the sofa, my feet tucked up to my bottom.

"I'm ok... fine, I think." Her answer is halfhearted and unconvincing.

"My dad is looking after me, and my mum too of course, but everything feels wrong..."

She trails off and we both sit in silence for a moment listening to each other breathe.

"I miss you." I mumble, "this place feels so empty without you."

"I miss you too Greenie." She says with a choked laugh, "why don't you come and stay for the summer with me."

"That sounds nice."

"I'm not sure Enzo will be so keen on that idea." Amanda chuckles.

"Honestly I don't even care anymore."

I fill Amanda in on what happened, at her request and by the end of it she's positively fuming.

"He yelled at you, like that?"

"Yeah, I was really frightened. He seemed so angry and aggressive."

"I don't like that babe, not at all. Once men yell in anger, who knows what follows."

"I know." I sigh, wiping my damp cheeks, "and now he's being so cold and distant, I don't know what to do."

Our conversation is cut short by a knock at the door, "I have to go Ames, I'll talk to you soon."

"Give him hell, amore, or I will."

Shaking my head with a smile, I hang up the phone and toss it down onto the sofa. Walking over to the door, I open it and see a very drunk Marco slumped against the doorframe of the door.

"Marco!" I gasp out, reaching a hand out to steady him as he staggers through the doorway.

"What are you doing here? What's wrong?"

He staggers and shakes his way over to the sofa where he flops down and buries his head in his hands.

Nervously walking over to the sofa, I stare at Marco as he begins to cry. I never would have guessed he would be a sad drunk.

"I miss Ames!" He whines, frantically attempting to wipe away the torrent of tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Oh sweetie." I sink down onto the sofa next to him, tentatively putting my hand on his shoulder.

I'm not necessarily the best at giving physical comfort, or any comfort but I will try my best. I too am missing Amanda, but at least I have closure.

"I-I just thought we were special, you know?"

"I do know, and Amanda really cares about you."

"Then why did she leave me?" His voice raises with anger tinged sadness, "Why won't she answer my calls!"

"Amanda is dealing with a family crisis," I begin, attempting to help rationalise the drunk Marco even while lying to him.

"But why didn't she say goodbye to me!" I wails, clutching at his chest like his heart physically hurts.

Finally, I can tell the whole truth as I gently clutch at his cheeks until he looks up at me with bleary, tearful eyes.

"She couldn't say goodbye to you, Marco, because if she did, she wouldn't have been able to leave."

He huffs a deep, shuddering sob as his little lip begins to shake. He nods his head a few times before wiping under his eyes again.

"Come and sleep, Marco." I suggest as I gently push him backwards until he's laying down on the sofa.

"You'll feel better in the morning," I say as I reach for the blanket which is laying on the back of the sofa.

I tuck him in and have to fight a chuckle as he sniffs at the edge of the blanket.

"This smells of Ames..." he announces sleepily as he drifts off to sleep, "I love her."

I open my mouth to reply again but I can tell from the gentle snore escaping his mouth that Marco is already fast asleep.

"She loves you too," I murmur in response, "if only you could have told each other that."

Sighing, I shake my head and stand up. Unable to resist the temptation, I pull out my phone and check to see if Enzo has called or texted. He hasn't.

Whatever is going on with him, this silence is getting really old, really fast. If he's not careful, he's going to lose me...

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this little filler chapter. I don't have the time or the mental capacity to start writing all the drama which is about to happen, so I thought it would be best to just have a sweet one xxx