Charming Taylor.

Chapter twenty.

There’s two things you never do.

One- Have a hot make-out session with a half naked boy, when you’re really suppose to be at each other's throats.

Two- Play call of duty with a guy you’ve almost seen naked.

“You eat ass Chanel!!” Monroe said shoving me.

“You are an ass Monroe!” I said shoving Monroe back.

“Only an ass for you baby!”

“Well, I don’t want it!”

“You don’t want me, and my asshole ways?”

“No!”

Monroe laughed pausing the game.

“You know Chanel.. we could continue what took place on my bed two hours ago.”

Ah, yes how could I forget that make-out session. For one images of Monroe soaking wet in a towel is permanently in my mind. Two Monroe keeps bringing it up every five minutes, and yes I’ve been counting.

“I’d rather not.” I said stretching my legs out in front of me.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it, I literally had your body aching and wanting more.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I said getting up from my spot on the floor, wiping my shorts off.

I looked over towards Monroe who was lazily sitting on the couch that he pushed me off of not even two minutes ago.

“Well, why else would you break into my house?” Monroe said smirking at me.

“Because I wanted to know why my boyfriend wasn’t answering my phone calls, or hasn’t been in school for the past week!”  I said rolling my eyes.

“And I didn’t break into your house! your security guard let me through the gate!” I said plopping down on the couch folding my arms.

Monroe scratched the back of his neck, not looking up from the floor.

“I felt bad Chay.” Monroe said in a whisper.

“Pardon?”

“I felt bad!” Monroe said throwing his hands up in the air.

“Monroe-” Monroe raised his index finger signaling for me not to talk.

“I felt bad, because you can tell me your secrets and your whole life story, but I can’t even tell you one thing about myself without shutting you out. I hate knowing you trust me, because right now I can’t trust you, I don’t know how too. I’m not saying it to be mean but Chanel it’s been four years since I’ve opened up to a girl and let her get know the real me, who I am, why I am the way I am. And what happens? I lose her. I just don’t think I’m ready for all that again, I’m sorry Chanel.”

Is it just me? or does it sound like Monroe’s breaking up with me.

“Monroe what are you trying to say?” If this is Monroe breaking up with me he has a damn good way of doing it.

“Monroe look at me..” Now I was just getting impatient, Monroe is a closed book, he only lets you read what he wants you to read, and honestly I’m getting tired of trying to make room for myself in Monroe’s life. If it wasn’t for this stupid ass plan I would’ve walked away along time ago. As much as I don’t want to go through with this anymore, I just can’t seem to open my mouth, and use my feet to walk away. I don’t know if it’s because there’s a chance I can lose my two best friends, or the chance of losing Monroe.

After what seemed like forever, Monroe finally lifted his head up and looked at me, his eyes were a dark blue, not his normal beautiful sea blue eyes, I felt for him, I felt for him bad.

“I’m saying it’s not going to be easy, or perfect- we might not always meet eye to eye, we’ll probably argue most of the time, I know you’ll be the biggest pain in my ass, but that’s okay cause you’re worth it, you’re worth everything I’m going to have to do eventually, I haven’t felt this way in four years, and yeah I’m scared but it’s worth it, you’re worth it.

it might not be worth it to you, but it’s worth it to me.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I took that all in, Monroe watched my every move as I got up from the chair  making my way over to him, I wrapped my arms around Monroe’s waist, lifting my body up and planting a kiss on Monroe’s cheek, guilt was eating me alive, I just wanted to tell him the truth, let him know how sorry I am. But I couldn’t gain the courage to do so, there was just too much on the line, and I wasn’t ready to lose any of that just yet.

“You’re worth it.” I said nuzzling my head into Monroe’s side,

Monroe stroked my hair, while I played with his fingers, who knew Monroe had another side to him? a side that was caring, loving and scared.

“I miss her Chanel.” Monroe said placing his head on the top of my head planting a kiss in my hair.

I didn’t need to ask Monroe who, I already knew who he was talking about.. Blake.

I sighed, bringing Monroe’s hands to my lips, placing soft kisses over and over again. Monroe needed to know that mentally I wasn’t there for Monroe because he wouldn’t let me, but physically I am here, and I’m okay with that.

That night, I knew exactly what I was going to do for Monroe’s birthday.

Blake.