Now I wanna be yours

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The soft pour of rain pattered against the living room window. It comforted Trixie as she scrolled on her phone, chuckling at whatever she was looking at before a text message interrupted her doom scrolling.

Miguel: Heyyy
So... Can you come outside?
Please

 She frowned at the weird message before grabbing an umbrella. Trixie trudged outside to see the rain was still pouring down hard. She spotted Miguel looking around with an umbrella of his own as well as a bag of... Something?

"Miguel?" Trixie called and Miguel snapped his head to where Trixie stood.

"Trixie! Um, I-I... Well, I guess I'll just give it to you." He said, handing her the bag with a bashful look on his face.

Trixie looked into it and smiled as she saw the tub of bubblegum ice cream and... A Dahlia Apple Blossom bouquet. "Thank you, Miguel." She grinned, "These are... Really pretty."

"Not as pretty as you." Miguel complimented and Trixie looked away with a red face and a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

"Is this your way of apologizing?" Trixie asked, looking back at him. Now it was Miguel's turn to look away.

"Well... It's one way." He said, look straight into her eyes with a sigh, "Look, I know I haven't been the best boyfriend or friend to you in the past. In fact, I've been horrible. A jerk and an idiot to ever let someone like me hurt someone as amazing as you."

Miguel dropped his umbrella on the ground to take both of her hands. "I'm sorry, I really am and you don't have to forgive me because I know you always will. I shouldn't be forgiven at all in fact. I don't deserve someone like you, I know."

Trixie felt her face warm as Miguel clutched her hands desperately. "And I'm not here to grovel or beg to get you back because you have no right to watch me do that. I just... I just want a chance to redeem myself because I was such a pussy." He confessed. Rain started to seep into his hoodie and drip down his hair onto his face. "It's okay if you say no, it's your choice... It's the least I could give you after all."

"Thank you, Miguel. I... Really appreciate that." Trixie's heart burned and her stomach fluttered as she brushed his wet hair out of his face with a small smile, eyes flickering down to his lips. "Did you do this because you knew it'd remind me of a rom-com? Because it sure feels like one."

"I-I know, I know, it's kind of cheesy. But, y'know, usually they makeup and kiss at the end." He said before adding, "Only- Only if you want to that is- That was kind of stupid for me to say- I don't even-"

Trixie interrupted him by placing a hand on his mouth. "Well, one thing you should know about me is that sometimes rom-coms make me a bit angry." She told him, lifting her umbrella to allow him under with her, "I'll forgive you, but I won't forget. Unlike the movies, you've gotta work for it... I can't let what happened happen again."

The guilt of breaking Trixie's heart felt like a weight that clung to Miguel's chest, heavy and constant. Knowing he's the reason for her hurt, her quiet moments of sadness. 'I've never seen my sister cry like that in my life' Patrick's voice echoed in his head.

Miguel swallowed, "I promise, I'll try. No, I... I will. I'll... I'll be good enough for you." He said.

Trixie smiled, cupping his face, "You don't have to put me on a pedestal, y'know? We've both made mistakes." She said quietly before pulling away, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Well, I suppose tomorrow's my trial?" He asked with a grin and Trixie rolled her eyes.

"We'll see. But I'm not gonna track your points for you, Diaz." She said before ruffling his damp hair, "Also, you're soaking wet."

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