Finding Paris(part 1)

Chapter 3

                “So… are you gonna talk at all?” we’ve been sitting in this car driving around for sometime and Stephen hasn’t said a word to me since he woke up.

“I have nothing to say.” He says not even looking at me, just staring out the window. Something was bothering him and I could feel it.

“So not speaking to me for… I don’t know how many hours is ok with you and we’re in the same space.”

“I don’t feel like talking to you.” He responded simply

I stared at my reflection for bit through the rearview mirror. Am I on crack that I can’t tell the difference from an irregular conversation and just being straight disrespected, this needed to end somewhere besides my bedroom like any other argument we have.  “I’m taking you home.”

He fixed himself in his seat and looked me straight in the eyes “Ok.”

I wanted to scream so fucking loud inside and out, I couldn’t believe he was being such a dick. What in the hell on earth did I do to…no forget it I need to say something. “What the hell is your problem.”

“I really don’t want to talk about anything right now, why can’t I be with you and be quiet.”

“You can’t be serious…maybe you should do more than have silence around me how about some space.”        

I quickly drove off to his house not looking his way at all. I was confused and hurt but I refused to let it show. Once we made to his place he got out the car and walked away without even saying one word to me. I drove all the way home in tears, there was nothing else to do but cry and get it out so I won’t have to look helpless at home.

When I walked through the door the smell of pasta filled the place, my stomach growled with love. I was starving. “Mm it smells amazing in here, whose making this delicious dish?”

“That would be me.” Alan walked over to me with his boyish grin holding the spoon he used to mix the pasta sauce. “Would you like a sample?” he held the spoon to my lips and I welcomed it.

“That is amazing, you might have to teach me a thing or two.”

“I just might.”

                When I woke up the sun was down, I must have dozed of waiting for dinner. I checked my phone to see if Stephen had called or texted at least once but there was nothing. I saw that it was 8pm I needed to get up and shower, and eat I just remembered the taste of the pasta sauce and my stomach responded. I hopped in the shower and threw on my spanks and tank top. I came into the kitchen and all the lights were off. I didn’t mind being alone for a while, gives me some time to think. Man this is really good.

“I hope I’m not interrupting your alone dinner time.” Mia came peeking her head from behind the hall. A warm feeling instantly hugged my heart.

“My love come join me.” She sat next to me at the breakfast bar with a tub of ice cream and an ice cream spoon. Moments like these I’ll always remember. “So what’s up?”

“Just woke up from a nap, you?”

“The same, I’m still sleepy but I’m starving so sleep is not an option.”

“How’s things with Stephen?”

I knew this was going to up some time soon, I didn’t want to talk about it but if I didn’t then I would mope around and be unhappy. “To my understanding… there is nothing left to go on. He won’t talk to me, won’t touch me, won’t look at me, unless I say something asshole like and he’s ok with it.” I played around with my food thinking about his smell and the last hug I got from him. I could use one from him right now. “And so I told him I’d give him some space and he’s getting it… all of it.”