Ava and Mia

Chapter 2: Mia

"Are you kidding me right now, Kris!?" I yell at my boyfriend.  "What? I don't even understand why you're mad right now, Mia.  It's not even that big of a deal," Kris says, trying to get out of being in trouble. Typical.  He never understands.  Why do I even bother at this point?  "You don't understand!?  How would you feel if I did that to you?  I barely see you at all and when we finally have a night to ourselves, you decide to go out with your friends?  Why even be in a relationship if you're not going to even spend time with me?  It's been three years, Kris.  THREE.  I'm so tired of this," I counter, trying not to cry.  That's it, this time I'm really going to leave him for good.  "Come on, baby.  Don't be like that.  I'm sorry.  If it really means that much to you, I'll stay and we can get dinner or something," he replies.  Ugh.  Damnit.  He said food.  No!  Be strong!   "No..you're only saying that because I got mad at you.  You should have done it all on your own," I retaliate.   He pulls me into his arms at that point and squeezes me tight.  "Stop being mad," he says and kisses me on the forehead.  I try wiggling my way out of his grip, but he's too strong.  I look at him and he attacks me with kisses.  "I hate you," I say, trying not to laugh.  Dang it, I can never resist when he's being like this.  "But, but, but, I love you," Kris says with a pouty lip.  "Shut up," I say playfully while pushing him away from me.  "You know you love me, just say it," he says while tackling me onto his bed. "No! Never! You can't make me," I tease while laughing.  "Come on, say it," he says while nuzzling into my neck, his facial hair tickling me.  I giggle.  Dang it, he got away with it.  AGAIN.  "You know I'm still mad at you right," I say, hoping he'll stop acting so cute.  "Yeah, yeah.  You're always mad at me, but it'll never change the fact that I love you so much," he replies.  Ugh.  Why does he have to say things like that?  "I love you, too.  Jerk," I say as I stick my tongue out at him.  Right then, he flips over on top of me and kisses me, hard.  He shoves his tongue into my mouth and we melt into each other.  We make out for a good 5 minutes until I feel my stomach growling.  Oh right, I'm hungry.  I forgot.  "Babe, can we get something to eat? I'm STARVING," I ask as I pull back from the kiss.  "Hm...what do you want to eat?  How about..." he trails off as he starts trying to distract me by kissing my neck.  Fuck, that feels good.  "Kris," I warn.  "Ugh, fine.  You want burgers or pizza?"  "Is that even a question!?  You know my answer will always be burgers," I respond as I laugh.   "Alright, you ready?  Let's go,"  he says as he gets up out of bed.  I hop up immediately and almost run out the door.  I love food.  We get into his black 2000 Honda Civic and start to drive.  "In N Out?" he asks me.  "YES!" I exclaim a little too loudly.  I'm such a fat ass.   Oh well, who cares?   It's fucking IN N OUT.  He looks over at me with his almond shaped, brown eyes and smirks.  He's used to my over eccentric self.  I reach over and play with his beard.  Oo, prickly.  "Babe," I call out.  "Yeah, baby?" he responds.  "I love you.  I'm sorry for getting mad earlier.  I think I'm just hangry,"  I say.  "Love you too.  You're always hangry,"  he replies with a chuckle.  We get to In N Out and the line goes out into the street as per usual.  "Double double, grilled onions, chopped chilis?" he asks me without looking over at the menu.  "You know me so well,"  I smile in return.  I look out of the car window and I can't help feeling lost.  I let him get away with it again.  I always let him get away with it.  Why do I stay if  I'm not even in love with him?  I just keep leading him on.  "We'll get two number twos with grilled onions and chopped chilis.  Make the fries animal style, please,"  I hadn't noticed we got to the speaker already.  He turns over to me and sees the expression on my face.  "Babe, what's wrong?" he asks.  "Oh, nothing.  I'm just tired that's all," I give him a half assed smile.  He smiles at me and looks back at the line in front of us.  I stare at the profile of the man that I have been with for the past 3 years.  His beard is perfect.  His cheeks are a little on the chubby side, but he has that prominent jaw line.  Do I just stay with him because he's hot?  I think to myself.  No, you idiot.  That's stupid.  Then why?   "Here are your drinks,"  I hear the girl at the window say.  It's not like he abuses me or any of that.  He's pretty whipped actually.  He's used to my antics.  He knows what I like and don't like.  I'm comfortable.  Then why  is it that I still feel so empty inside?  We're already back to his apartment at this point.  Wow, I totally spaced out the whole way here.  "Come on, babe,"  he says as he leads me into his apartment.  We eat in total silence the entire time.  As soon as we're done eating, I stand up and hug him.  "Okay babe, I think I'm going to go home now.  It's already-" I look at my watch "-holy shit, 3 AM," I say.  "Damn, already? Okay babe, just text me when you get home," he says as he kisses my forehead.  "Ok, love you, bye,"  I say as I walk back outside.  I get into my purple 99 Honda Accord, aka Violet, and drive back to my house.  I open the door to my cute little one bedroom house.  I walk down the hall, into my bedroom, take my clothes off, and plop right into bed.  I stare off into nothingness hoping sleep will come soon.  I really need to break up with him soon, I just don't know how.  I feel myself drifting...Finally.