Facing Reality (Sequel to, Then Reality Struck) Sting X Reader

Chapter 3

Through Sting's words I could only think of a distant memory involving a small blonde boy and his maroon colored cat.

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I sighed as I knocked on the door of Sting's next door neighbor. He said we used to be friends but something happened.

That jerk wouldn't even tell me what happened?!?

My thoughts snapped out as the door opened, showing the person I wanted to talk to, Rogue Cheney.

"Uh, hey, Rogue, mind if I come in?" I asked, a little awkwardly.

He only shrugged, "Sure, you should've came later though, mom would've liked to see you well."

He moved aside and let me in, it didn't seem like he hated me. I walked in and looked around, this all looked familiar.

"You used to live here." Rogue spoke, "Before I kicked you out from my jealousy."

"Jealousy?" I asked, maybe this is why he disliked me.

"We both love Sting, and he ended up loving you back and not me. At a party we both dared to kiss the person we liked as in a crush, we both kissed Sting. He pushed me away but he kissed you. When I found out I was bit furious but now I'd like it if we could be friends again." Rogue spoke, bringing me into a hug.

"I'd like that." I said, hugging the male as he did for me. He was rather talk though so it was a bit difficult.

"I just have one question." I said.

"Yes?"

"When you brought Sting to the hospital why did you call me grandma?!?!" I was getting a little salty. (My science teachers always says that, he's grown on me)

"Uh, about that..." He began.

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I hugged Rogue before I left his house, then whispered in his ear, "I remember you, everything. Now I just need to remember Sting."

Rogue hugged me tightly, smiling lightly, "I'll help you."

"Thanks." I spoke, then let go and headed back towards Sting's.

Once I opened the door I was talked down, a crying Sting hugging me for dear life.

"He didn't hurt you, did he? Did he rape you?" He wet on and on with questions similar to that.

"No, we're friends again, and I ended up remembering him." I spoke, patting the child-like male on his soft head.

Sure I don't really remember him, but with what Rogue said I feel like it's true. I am in love with Sting, and he loves me.

I smiled lightly and hugged the male. "I remember when we were kids together, playing with your kitten, Lector. I remember when he got stuck in a tree and I climbed up to get him, only making me fall into your arms."

Sting froze lightly and I could practically hear the smirk on his face appear, "Well I was your knight and you were my princess. Still are." He spoke.

"Oh, right, because I'm your meaning of life you lost out of your pockets." I teased him, sticking my tongue.

"S-Shut up!" He blushed, turning his head away.

"Awwww, is wittle Stingy embarrassed." I said in a baby voice.

"No." He blushed more.

His blush was so adorable, I just can't control myself.

I grabbed onto Sting's face, connecting our lips like a puzzle piece.