Haley's POV
Ricky was coming home today. I woke up and just layed in my bed, too depressed to move. I felt like a was going to vomit. After barely a month, I had fallen for him, and now he was going to be taken away from me for my stupid mistake.
It was almost eleven o'clock and Ricky would be home in an hour. Rolling out of my bed, I threw on my sweat pants and a loose Pierce The Veil t-shirt. I basically looked the way I felt. Grabbing the last box that I hadn't taken to my car, I walked down the stairs. Out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice.
"Haley, is that you?" Great, my old landlord was here.
"Yeah..." I set the box down on the floor and stood awkwardly, playing with my hands.
"Are you leaving so soon?" Her overly-dramatic dangly earings shook when she talked. Rose was in her mid-fifties and she always wore a dress that came down to her ankles, matched with white nurse shoes.
"Uh, yeah. I kinda have no where to go."
"You could always move back into your old apartment, it's still available." It wouldn't be peasant living in the same apartment building as Ricky, but I really didn't want to be homeless.
"Really? You'd let me do that?" She nodded her head, patting my shoulder.
I continued down the stairs with my box in my arms.
After finishing my packing, I headed back to Ricky's apartment.
I couldn't call it 'our's' anymore.
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I heard brakes screech outside the window as a cab pulled up. My stomach nearly jumped out of my throat. Soon enough the door opened and Ricky came running in, picking me up in a hug and twirling me around. In any other situation, I'd have thought this was perfect.
He gently lowed me to the floor and took my face in between his hands, bringing me closer to kiss him. Figuring this would be our last, I deeped the kiss, savoring the way his lips moved in time with mine, the faint taste of tabacco and peppermint, and his silky soft lips. I pulled away and he gave me a confused face.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked worriedly.
"I uh- I don't really know how to say this, so um-" His facial expression changed dramatically.
"You can tell me anything, you know that." Looking down at my feet, I slowly brought my face back up to look into his eyes.
"I slept with Josh." He let go of my hands and just stared at me.
"Out, get out." He said with no emotion in his voice. Without a word, I walked away crying.
Dexter ran up beside me just as I was going to open the door and started rubbing against my leg.
"By little buddy." I choked out, leaning down to pet him. Slowly standing up, I closed the door behind me.
