I LIVED FOR YOU • Fab Moretti

Chapter Three

The apartment felt very empty when I woke  up, only hearing the sound of passing cars and the radiator. Sitting up on the couch, I rubbed my eyes and looked around. A piece of paper on the coffee table caught my eye, and I leaned over to pick it up.

Claudia - 

Headed to hospital. I know you'll probably want to go too, but I needed to get a word in with Julian alone, first. Plus, who knows if his dad will even let you in. I'll try to talk him around. Be back around 12. There's food in the fridge and the cabinet next to it. 

Fab

I put the note down, sighing. Senor probably wouldn't let me in, he was right. I didn't even know what I might say to Julian. But I did have to go to the hospital today. After all, all my belongings were in his apartment. 

As it turned out, Fab was only a few inches taller than me, so his clothes weren't too large on me. The t-shirt was a comfortable over-sized fitting Cure shirt, but the sweatpants fit me quite well. I sat in them at the dining table, looking out the window as the sun flooded in. 

I sat there thinking for 2 hours, before the front door opened up. 

"Hey," Fab said, smiling weakly. "How you feeling?" he asked.

"Like I got hit by a truck." I wasn't lying. Whatever was in that drink last night gave me much more than a hangover. And I never did get a chance to find that motherfucker. Damn. "How's Julian?"

Fab shrugged, draping his jacket over the back of the chair across from me and sitting down. 

"He's seen better days, but he's alright. Physically, at least," he said. "He's worried about you, Claud," he added, looking up at me. I glanced down at the table and back.

"How come?" I asked.

"I think he thinks you're traumatized," he said. I huffed.

"He shouldn't flatter himself."

Fab sighed.

"I think he thinks you're angry," he said.

"I'm a little bit angry."

"Are you going to go talk to him?" Fab asked.

"How well did you do at talking to his father?" I asked. Fab smiled slightly.

"Actually, pretty well, I think," he said. "He's not going to talk to you, but he said you could come."

"That's more than enough," I said. "God knows I don't want to spend much time with him anyway." Fab smiled slightly to one side, small wrinkles appearing next to his mouth.

"Right, well let me know when you want to go. I can give you a ride," he said.

"Thanks, Fab. I appreciate it," I said.

"Course," He said, nodding before getting up and heading to his room.

"Hey, Fab?" I stopped him.

"Yeah?" he replied, turning back around.

"Do you think I could keep this shirt on? I don't want to put on the one I wore last night," I said. He gave me a smile.

"Yeah, 'course you can," Fab said, before continuing to his room. I turned back around, grinning slightly to myself and leaning my on my knee as I thoughtfully looked out the window again.

After another long moment, I pushed myself out of the chair and got my jacket and jeans from the sofa, going to the bathroom to throw them on and wash my hair, my wavy black locks sitting damply on my shoulders. I came out of the bathroom to see Fab sitting on  the sofa with a guitar. He played a soft tune with a delay pedal.