Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Comfort.

Mr. Salvatore had calmed me down and coaxed me into walking to a nearby pancake house. I hadn't eaten since lunch and it wasn't much, a few cold fries and cold bites of hamburger. My stomach growled obnoxiously and Mr. Salvatore let out a chuckle. I kept sneaking side glances at him as we walked, wondering why I was walking with him to eat at the pancake house. But then I remembered I was probably safer with him, than I would be with the sicko from Earlier. But how was I so sure? I decided to push this thought from my mind and inquire about something else.

"Mr. Salvatore, can I ask something?"

He looked over at me, a grin twitching at the corner of his lips, "Didn't you just do that?"

I glared at him and decided to push on "Aren't you going to snap my neck? Why are you here now?"

He side glanced me, the smug expression on his face had disappeared and he sighed, "About that.. Look, I apologize. I didn't know how to handle you. The situation.. You don't understand.. It wasn't what it looked like, that night at the canal. I mean it was but it wasn't.." he took a breath and I watched him as he stared straight ahead in front of him, "I wouldn't actually hurt you".

I snorted at his words and looked away from him "Trust you? I don't think that's possible. You threatened to kill me. It wasn't what it looked like..? You were covered in blood, so what am I supposed to think? You were saving someone?" My tone was cold and sarcastic and I sighed, realizing how harsh my response was even though he was just trying to apologize.

He stopped walking and I stopped to, to turn back and look at him "If you don't trust me, then why did you practically run into my arms when I saved you from that pedophile? Why are you going to a pancake house with me at.." he raised his arm to look at the watch on his wrist, "Nine at night?" he threw his hands up in annoyance.

"I'm just stating what's obvious -- "

"And I'm just stating what's obvious. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. Don't you think?" he stood there, glaring at me.

"I.. Yes, but...--" I began.

"Exactly" he said through clenched teeth "Now can I take you to get some pancakes or do you not trust me enough to even do that?"

Something about his tone, the way he looked at me. He was right, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already, right? I still didn't completely trust him, because I don't think anyone can fully trust someone in this lifetime or maybe ever. I sighed and looked at him and nodded "Sure."

We walked in silence the rest of the way to the pancake house. He held open the door for me and as we walked in I got a few strange looks from the few customers that were occupying the breakfast bar in front. I kept my eyes downcast when the waitress asked us if we wanted a table or a booth. I was beyond grateful when he took over and spoke up. It wasn't until we were seated at a booth towards the back that I spoke.

"Did you see those weird looks I got from those people..Is there something on my face?" I hesitantly asked.

Mr. Salvatore looked at me and chuckled and he leaned back against the booth "Your eyes are a little red. You don't remember tearing up?"

I glanced out the window, feeling my cheeks grow warm. I had began to cry now that I thought about it. I was afraid. I wasn't sobbing but any type of crying made the area around my eyes red, which made me look pitiful.

"Oh, yeah. Right."

"I must say it's incredibly cute" he chuckled.

I turned my head to look at him and say something but a tall woman with long blonde hair came up to our table. She instantly focused most of her attention on Mr. Salvatore and she seemed to relax and lean forwards a little, her cleavage peeking out over her top.