GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVENTY FIVE.

2 days later.

Well, my time was up. This apartment would never be home again, and I had to figure out what I was going to do.

I pack the bare minimum of clothing I had into my one box and head out to my car, nothing else was really worth taking. I sit there a moment with my thoughts, crying and slightly, freaking out about this situation I was thrust into.

I had no other choice. I was going to go talk to Nick in hopes that he would have a last bit of sympathy for me.

When I arrive at his house, I pause for a long time at the front door. My hand stayed paused in the air for a moment before I could actually knock.

He came to the door and looked surprised to see me standing there.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" He questions me.

Seeing his face hurt me. It hurt me so fucking bad.

"Nick..." I start out softly. "I got kicked out of my apartment and I just spent the last of my money on a plane ticket. I'm flying out in two weeks, but I have no place to go." I honestly, say in delusional hopes he would just warmly welcome me in.

"So... you came here?" He looked upset.

"I have no where else to go and you said I could have a room. It's the least you could do for me."

He looks at me as if I were completely idiotic. "That's when we were together, Liliana."

"I know, I know, but I'm desperate and I literally, have no where one to go." I beg.

"Well, you can't stay here." He replies, and starts to close his door.

I push my hand on it. "Wait, please. Nick, I really don't want to live in my car for two weeks. I'm just asking for a favor. I promise I'll stay in the spare room and not bother you."

He shuffles his feet for a moment. "Seeing you makes me sick, Liliana."

"I know, I feel sick seeing you too." I groan. "I'll stay out of your way, I promise. Please."

"I don't want to see you." He says, with sad eyes.

"You won't, I swear." I reply, my eyes probably looked even sadder.

"I'm really fucking angry at you." He replies, gruffly.

"Same! You cost me my job!"

He leans his head up for a moment in frustration. "—And you deserved it." He grumbles.

"Did I, Nick? Did I deserve to have my whole fucking life uprooted?!" My voice gets louder.

"You kissed my friend." He says, heatedly.

"I fucked your brother!" I say, more heated.

"Exactly! So, why the fuck am I going to let you stay at my house?!" He yells.

"—Because you still care about me. Maybe not in a romantic way, but you know you still care. Do you really want me sleeping in my car in the middle of the night in a fucking Wal-Mart parking lot Nick?"