A Friend of Another Friend

Chapter Thirty-Seven

-Misty's P.O.V.-

After Larz brought me into his house, he spent the entire night listening to my story from the beginning, and just held me tight. He did this thing when he combed his hands through my hair and my tears just went away. He didn't laugh, he didn't judge me, he just...listened.

Me on the other hand while I blabbered on and on about myself, guilt crept all over my body about what I was doing to Larz.

I just woke up a man who probably had to work a long day today, talked about myself the entire time, and had the nerve to cry all over his chest. God, I think I've reached a new level of patheticness.

I pulled myself away from Larz for a moment and brushed away my tear-stained cheeks.

"Larz, I am so sorry." I said.

He gave me a confused look. "Sorry about what?" He asked me curiously.

"This." I pointed to everything around us, me especially.

"I woke you up and I know you have work, and I've been talking about myself the entire time, I'm wasting your time, I should go, I'm sorry." I said getting off his bed and heading over to put my Toms back on when he pulled me back towards him.

His eyes were sleepy but they were filled with the same intensity of when he was fully awake. I couldn't help but feel myself drowning in the pool of his eyes, they were so hard to escape.

"Mist, I said I was going to be there for you, I'm here." He said softly.

I shook my head. "But, its not far to you Larz...I come in here, cry in your arms and then what? Leave?! You said you love me and every time I do something like this I feel awful because its like I'm taking advantage of you and what you feel for me." I said.

He stared at me intently he didn't say a word for a moment, instead he pulled me back to his warm, comforting body and began combing through my hair again. It relaxed me instantly. He really had some magic fingers.

"Misty, just because I love you, doesn't mean you don't get to be happy." He said.

Huh?

He didn't let me process it fast enough. "What kind of person would I be, when I say that I'll wait for you to love me, but then tries to force you into a relationship that you never wanted, I know for the both of us that's not going to work out in our favor. You ever see the movies...guys like me always lose to guys like Jayden, in a way its like love logic." He said.

God, if I wanted to look at Larz at any moment, now would be the time, but I couldn't bring myself to lift my head and stare into those sad, steel, gray eyes that I told myself I couldn't love. I'd break...

"I want you to be happy, and if you're happy with Jayden...be with Jayden even though he's an idiot for not seeing someone as beautiful as you right in front of him." Larz joked.

I laughed.

"You are a smart, intelligent, funny, shy, cautious, most amazing person that I've ever met...and if I could just have this part of you...the real you, the sad you, the happy you, then I'm happy, Mist and I mean it." He said.

Yeah, I know. It was like I could feel it pounding in his chest, every word felt like something sparking and moving from his body into mine. It was an addicting feeling, like I wanted more, whatever it was the spark that ran through his body, I wanted it to flow into mine so I could have that same intensity. I felt like a limp doll beside him, I couldn't even amount to the energy he gave off. He was different.