Nothing and Everything

3.

She walked back into the apartment, now sober and thoroughly exhausted. Dom was on the couch, sitting alone with his phone in his hand. Everyone had gone home. Wes was passed out on the floor, playboy magazines and cash sitting next to him. It was a wonder nobody had stolen anything, and she was not going to touch those magazines.

               "I've been texting you for over an hour, why the fuck weren't you in Wes's room?" He hadn't slept.

"I didn't know the code."

               "And you didn't think to ask me?" He rubbed his hands on his face, working out the exhaustion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She didn't know what to say. Her phone must have died while she was outside with Matt. The two sat in silence for a moment.

               "I'm sorry, too."

She blinked, "What?"

              "I've been shitty and I'm sorry."

"It's whatever. I'm going to go home." She tried to keep her voice light, like she didn't care.

              "Can we just go to bed?"

"Do you think I fit into your world, Dominic?" She rarely called him by his full name.

                "I don't know." He shook his head, unsure of what to say.

They sat in silence again. She put her hand in front of him, "Come on." Dominic Tentatively, and feeling ridiculous, she grabbed the blanket from the couch and draped it over Wes. Dom let out a quiet laugh but didn't say anything. She followed Dom to the guest room in Wes's apartment. He was always talking about turning it into something, but never had gotten around to it. Instead, sat a single bed with his old sheets from his mother's house. She slowly sat on the bed, looking up at Dominic.

                 "I know. I'm sorry." He shook his head again. He was rarely at a loss for words, but he rarely fucked up with someone that he actually cared about. He felt his stomach churn, knowing he cared for her much more than he should have.

"I don't want to talk about it."

                "It was fucked up."

"I know. I just don't want to talk about it." She sighed, pulling off her jeans and shirt, reaching for his.

                His brows furrowed, "You want to-"

"I want your shirt."

                  "Oh. Yeah. Sorry." Quickly, he removed it and tossed it to her. Feeling like an idiot, he sat in the bed next to her. "I just really want to say-"

"I do not want to talk about it." She laid down, rubbing her eyes and groaning.

                  "I'm sorry."

It was the final thing he'd said before he had fallen asleep. Slowly, she stood up, throwing her jeans back on. Her keys were somewhere; she just had to refresh her mind to remember where she'd put them. Hanging from the hook by Wes's door. She walked as quietly as she could, looking back to watch him sleep. She wondered for a moment what he could be dreaming about. If he even dreamed. For a reason unknown to her, she walked closer to Dominic. He was truly beautiful. She traced her finger across his brow. Feeling his breath hitch, she pulled her fingers back. She knew, then, she'd never been meant to fit into his world. She knew that if he were in a crowded room, she'd always look to find him. She just didn't know if he would've chosen her too. Softly, his eyes opened.