Lars and Sadie

Chapter Thirteen

Sadie's POV

I almost run in to my mom as I burst through the front door. "Sadie!" She exclaims, "What on Earth is going on? Are you okay?" I felt my frustration and tears building up in my eyes. I go to the basement door and open it. Closing it as I run down the stairs, I can't stop thinking about Lars ignorance. He has acted like such a child all day and I was sick of it. I round the small corner and run for my bed. Falling on top of it, I bury my face in my fluffy blanket.

I can't believe him.

But at the same time, I can believe him. Honestly, I should've been careful. I was in my own head while he was being obnoxious with his old buddies. He really surprised me when he yanked my arm and I stumbled. There wasn't anything I could do than that. 

But he had no right for what he said to me!

As I try and work things out in my brain, I hear the doorbell ring from upstairs. I instantly know who it could be. However, I don't try and ignore it, I intently listen. My mom opens the door, and they talk for a few moments. Then, I hear the foot steps walking towards my door. The door creaks open, and he takes a step down on to the creaky stairs. The door closes as he starts to carefully walk down. "Sadie...?" He says softly, like he wasn't trying to scare me.
"Go away." I utter, my face still in the pillow.
"I came here to apologize-"
"Go away, Lars." I say, more stern this time.

But the thing is, I didn't want him to go away. I really wanted him to be here, and comfort me for being an asshole. He finally makes it down the stairs, and I just know he's awkwardly standing in my bedroom. "You promised." I said, lifting my head up a bit. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me."
"What?" He says, trying to hold back a small chuckle.
"You promised it wouldn't be like last time, Lars. What just happened felt like last time." He sighs, and makes his way to my bed. The bed dips down a bit, as he sits down.
"Sadie, look. I was angry. I didn't know what else to do."
"It was obvious it was an accident." I avoid as much eye contact with possible with him, but he lays down on his side, trying to look me in the eyes.

"You were just...oblivious to me being there. You totally forgot you were holding my hand." My bottom lip begins to pout slight, feeling hurt by his inconsideration. "You just forgot I even existed while the 'cool kids' were around."
"I'm sorry, Sade." He says quietly. "I'll try and be more considerate, then." As I begin to slowly look at him, he looks right in my eyes, "
"Why won't you tell me what happened with you and Ronaldo? And Jenny?" He pauses for a moment, then sighs.
"He...was pissed I was talking to you again. He wants to protect you, and thinks I'm going to screw it up again. But, I'm really trying my hardest not to."  He begins to gently rub my back, "And Jenny, well, I think she just hates me." I sit up slightly, hoisting myself on my elbows. "...And I'm sorry for what I said. I was mostly just projecting." Looking back on what he said and what he just told me, it was definitely a projection. But I do start to reminisce on my own past stupid mistakes. A lot of my bad characteristics have lasted years, and he wasn't wrong, that I don't own up to my own issues. I sigh softly, not sure what to say next.

"But the thing is, I still care for you, and want to be in your life. No matter your flaws, or my flaws." His cheesy words makes me smile. I didn't expect him to give me such a wholesome pep talk like this. I was fully prepared for fighting, screaming, throwing. But it was nothing like that. This conversation felt just that...a conversation.
"I'm sorry, Lars."
"I'm sorry too. But there's no need to say sorry, we're both sorry. And I forgive the both of us." I laugh, unable to be mad at him anymore. As I turn around and lay on my back, he instantly goes for my lips, and plants a kiss. The sparks start flying throughout my body, and I don't want it to go away. As he pulls away, I feel my lips curl in to a smile.
"That was a nice, friendly kiss."
"Shut up," I giggle, and watch as he pulls away.
"I gotta go, I need to work a night shift tonight." We both groan, knowing how terrible working a night shift is." Lars stands, and I do the same. Before he even leaves, he has his arms outstretched, waiting for a hug.