What Do You Mean We're Over?! (Sequel to WDYMHMB)

Chapter 18: All Over The Magazines

Chapter 18: 

The days after visiting Aunt Beth's grave were always the worst. I couldn't think about anything, but her. I stayed holed up inside my flat for the next three days with Pippa, Alice, Liz, and occasionally Harry, visiting to make sure I wasn't starving myself or anything of the sorts.

Today was the first day I was going out though. To be truthful, I've never looked worse than I did now. My eyes were tired with dark circles underneath. My blonde hair resembled a rat's nest and I looked thinner, despite the fact that all my friends only brought Nando's or pizza. Maybe it was because most of the food was stored inside my refridgerator, barely touched or not touched at all.

I was getting tired of being inside my flat all the time to the point where I was starting to go crazy. This was the only reason I was making an effort to go outside, even if it was only for a while. A nice walk around the streets would be good. I was dressed comfortably in a pair of light-washed jeans and a loose jumper paired with a pair of my converses.

I stuffed my phone as well as key into my back pocket and headed out the door. I only felt better when I felt the cool London breeze hit my face and I breathed in some fresh air. I started walking down the street, taking the familiar route to the nearest bookstore. It was quiet there and one of my favorite places to go when I felt like I needed to be alone.

Three blocks later, I went into the bookstore, hearing the chime of the bell as I stepped inside. The atmosphere here was quiet, serene, and made me feel cozy and warm. 

I walked upstairs, where there were a set of bean bags and books that I enjoyed reading the most. There was no one around so I settled myself on one of the bean bags and grabbed a random Nicholas Sparks romance book. I had always been a sucker for these kinds of things. 

Anyways, I never minded reading the Notebook over and over again. The book was better than the movie, but when had a movie ever been better than the book? 

I was just glad I read Twilight before the movie came out since that totally ruined the experience. 

"Rosie?" I heard my name and looked up and instantly regretting my actions. It was Vincent and I cringed, remembering how clingy he used to be and how he always needed to know where I was.

"Hi."

"What're you doing here?"

"Reading..."

We were quiet for a moment. "So are you and Harry finally back together?" Vincent asked, not being discreet in the way he cringed as he said Harry's name. Obviously, he didn't like Harry and I was pretty sure Harry felt the same way about Vincent. 

"No," I replied, "we're friends."

If even that...

"So you're still single?" 

"Yeah," I responded, "and I'm not looking into boyfriends."

"Are you sure? Because-"

"I'm sure, Vincent," I hissed. I slammed my book shut and put it back on the shelf where it had been before. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other places to be." Lies. I just wanted to get away from him.

"You know I still like you," Vincent tried.

I turned around to look at him, searching for some kind of sincerity in his eyes, his facial expression, anything. All I saw was his face, blank and emotionless. That was exactly what I didn't want from a boyfriend. I liked guys who showed their emotion, showed that they cared.

Vincent...he cared in a way that made you want to cringe and run away from him, like he was some sort of disease you didn't want to catch. 

"How about one lunch?" Vincent tried once more.