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(Imagine #2) Break Up and Make Up

Part Two for Mousy03

"I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart." I was at my mom's house in Brooklyn. I told her about my problem with Billy and she was just as perplexed as I was. Billy was never this needy or pushy. He was like a brother to me. Billy grew up with one brother and one sister but they never acknowledged him; neither did his parents.

"Alright, well, I better head back to Sel's apartment." I nodded towards the door and hugged my mom goodbye. As I walked out to the street, calling a cab, my phone buzzed. It was a call. From Billy. I shook my head as I declined it. I just wanted to be alone. Why couldn't he understand that? My phone buzzed again. Decline. The cycle had gone fifteen times before I reached the footsteps of the apartment. I quickly pulled out some cash, threw it at the cab driver and slammed the door shut, not taking the change that was in the driver's hand. I marched up the stairs as my hand rested on the necklace Billy bought me for my twelfth birthday.

"Here," Billy said as stood behind me. My eyes were closed as I felt a cold chain wrap loosely around my neck. I smiled, pulling my hair up for Billy to clasp the necklace. Once I heard the clasp, I let my hair cascade down my back. I opened my eyes, but Billy was still behind me. I was just about to turn around, but suddenly, I felt his hands go down to my waist. I froze. We never had connections like this. We were always close, but never all touchy-touchy-feeling with each other. I knew he felt I tensed up once he released his grip on my waist. He turned to face me and I gave him a soft smile. He gave me an awkward one back as he rested his hands in his trouser pockets. He was wearing this fancy suit because I wanted my birthday party to be a "Ball" theme, so I was wearing a dress that looked like a mix of Belle's and Cinderella's dresses. It was gorgeous. I got my mom to do my makeup and it was amazing! Billy's jaw dropped to the floor when he first saw me in the dress and make up.

I giggled at the memory as I reached the front door to the apartment. A frown was on my face again. Sadly, I pulled out the key from my purse and slipped in in the keyhole, twisting the knob soon after. I sighed, slipping off my shoes and walking to my room. The door was closed. Did I close the door? I don't remember closing the door... I quietly twisted the door knob.

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