Him.

Chapter 8. Pt 1

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Justin.

I'm lost.
One minute we're doing good the next she tripping about something.
Women are so confusing.
They don't know what they want.
I promise to love her and do her right and it's like that's not enough.
What more can I do?
I'm in love with her. I've never loved anyone like I love her believe me I've tried.
She's my best friend.
My everything.
You can't choose the person you fall in love with it just happens.
I get out my car and head into her apartment.
"Listen..." I start when finding her on her couch but she cuts me off.
"No I need you to listen. We can't do this I thought we could but I can't handle this I'm too afraid and people are saying things and I can't handle it. We should just be friends," she states. That makes me laugh and she folds her arms across her chest. "What's funny?"
"That you actually believe that we could go back to being friends. I've held you in my arms and kissed your lips there's no way I'm going back to being friends with you. I've dreamed too many times of making love to you to go back to being friends. That's not happening," I protest. I sit on my knees in front of her. "I'm guessing you looked at Twitter." She nods her head.
"I was looking at our pictures in your phone and you got a Twitter notification so I snooped a little. They said some pretty ugly things," she explains.
"But why do they matter?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Exactly Carmen because they don't. Those people that comment those ugly things have no life of there own so they spend their day hating on ours."
She nods.
Silence.
I hate when she shuts down she makes things so difficult. Always second guessing everything.
"Let's go," I tell her and she looks up at me confused as I stand.
"Where," she asks.
"I said lets go."
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Carmen.

Why are we here?
I asked multiple times but he won't answer me.
I can't play basketball.
I can't guard. 
I can't even dribble.
The only thing I'm good at is cheering on the sidelines.
So why are we here?
"A gym really Justin..." He shrugs his shoulders and tosses me a basketball and then another and another.
"This is my world all in one. Literally basketball and you. I want you to give me three good reasons why this couldn't work," he instructs.