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Can I leave...?

Since this morning, I had barely moved from my spot sprawled on the couch. Del went up to his room not long after we got here and Boss had been running around busy so I hadn't really seen much of either of them all day. Boss looked exhausted when he finally sat down next to me, he turned his attention to the TV and just stared at it blankly. He seemed to have that expression a lot actually. "Can I ask you something?" Boss said, pulling his eyes away from the TV and connecting with mine. His eyes were really nice, from far away they looked like chocolate but up close they were actually green. Looking like blades of grass spreading around his irises. "Uh, sure, but I have to ask you something after." I replied, curious as to what he wanted to know. "Why the hell are you wearing a bow tie?" Was that it? All that buildup for that. "Because it's cute." I directed my attention back to the screen. "Really? Cute?" Whatever. He just didn't see it yet. Just you wait Baldy. "Anyways, I was going to ask you earlier but you left me. Can I leave tonight?"
"Why do you want to go?" He was now staring at me intently. "I have to meet someone." He looked a little confused. "I'm going on a date, okay?" A smirk appeared on his lips. "So, who's the lucky guy?" He really didn't know yet. "Her name is Angie." His eyes widened in shock. This was just too funny. "So, you're like gay then." I started giggling. "I'm pansexual." I said very matter-of-factly. "What the fuck is that?" Ugh. Do I really have to explain this? "It's where you focus on their personality, not their gender."
"Isn't that just being bi?" Oh wow, he really didn't know anything. "No. There are more genders than just male and female." I gave him a smirk. "Oh, right. I didn't know." No shit Sherlock. "I'm wearing a bow tie, you idiot." He looked at me thoughtfully then gave out a sigh. "Anyway, the answer to your question is no. You can't leave." What. The. Actual. Hell. "Why not?" He seemed like he was thinking of a reason. "We don't want you running away from the work." This was outrageous. "You don't want me running away from work? Is that the best reason you can give me? All my crap is here, how the fuck am I supposed to go anywhere without it. Plus it's our third year anniversary." I was beginning to get really pissed now. My voice rose with every word in that sentence. "Im sorry. I really am but I can't let you go until I know you can be trusted." Seriously. Was this actually happening to me? This had to be a really fucked up dream. "If you were really that sorry you would actually let me leave."
"I just can't." That's it. "Get out." He looked completely shocked. "What?" He heard me. "Get. Out." I said it really slowly just so his stupid brain could begin to comprehend. He just gave me a confused face then a snort made its way out if his mouth. He actually thought I was kidding. I just exploded. Standing up, I ran to the door. I was almost there when a hand like a vice wrapped around my arm, dragged me back and tossed me on to the sofa. "You are not leaving." He was trying to intimidate me. "Well you are. Get the fuck out. Right now." I glared at him. "You can't just tell me to leave." I think I just did. "Well, this is now my room. And my house so you can leave." He just looked at me like I was being unreasonable. He really doesn't see it, does he? "Fine." He picked up his jacket and walked towards the door, glancing back at me with sad eyes. Oh wow, now he's pitying me for my short temper. I considered showing him a select finger but decided against it, not wanting him to think I was worse than he thought. I picked a great day to be in a bad mood. I took my eyes away from him and refused to look back.

All I heard was the door slam and my phone buzz. Yanking it out my pocket I saw it was a message from Angie. "Hey x what time are we meeting tonight?" Oh no. I have to tell her. "I'm really, really sorry. I can't make it tonight. Please don't hate me x" My finger hovered over the send button. After crashing it down I threw my phone on the seat next to me. Crap. There was a knot in my stomach. I was so worried about what was going to happen. I suddenly felt sick just thinking about the possibilities. There was another buzz from my phone and I reluctantly picked it up. "You are unbelievable. How busy do you have to be to miss our anniversary? Huh? You're just an inconsiderate bitch that only cares about herself. That's it. Lilly." I swear my heart actually stopped. Three years wasted. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I normally wouldn't cry but she was my best friend and girlfriend. From the way she said this I wasn't either anymore. After I dropped out of school she was the only one I kept in touch with. Well apart from Andy. I had to reply so she knew I had seen it. "I'm sorry x" Almost instantly another buzz erupted from my phone like a volcano. "Don't you dare 'x' me. Fuck you." That was it. That's all that had to be said to make the tears begin falling endlessly. I turned the TV up so Del wouldn't hear me, curled up in a ball on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

There she was, Angie. She was beautiful. Her brown ringlets surrounded her face with such ease and her dark green eyes stared at me. She was smiling the way she always did. The dimples in her cheeks very prominent. Then it hit me, what did I do? I ruined everything. I could trust her and she was always there for me when I needed her support. I should have put up more of a fight.