(A/N: Sebastian's Point of View Will Be Italicized...)
___I'm tired of this house, I'm treated like I am the unwanted child. I had to leave.
I sat in my car as different things had crossed my mind.
I drove to the gas and bought few snacks to help me calm down.
I paid for the snacks and finished them in the car. I didn't know where I was going.
Since I was close by Maurice's house I decided to stop by.
Adrianna came to the door before I could even get a chance to knock.
"Maurice is upstairs!" She said rushing off somewhere outside.
"Okay..." I chuckled closing the door behind me.
I walked upstairs to Maurice's room. He was startled to see me. He laying in bed talking on the phone.
"I'll call you back later." He said acknowledging my presence.
He stood up smiling before walking over to me. He began kissing my neck lightly.
I pushed him away, "I'm not in the mood."
"What's wrong with my baby?" He asked.
"Don't give me that." I replied.
"Why?" He asked, "What did I do? "
"You know why," I replied, "and you know what you did."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said pretending to be clueless.
"What me,you, and Adrian were talking about after lunch." I said.
"My bad I didn't know you were talking about that." He said.
"Yeah right." I say.
"So, what about it?" He asked.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked.
"Adrian was at the door and I had just got out the shower. So of course I was shirtless. I went to go change my clothes and he stopped me, telling me don't change and he got closer to me and one thing led to another." He responded.
"I understand." I said.
"I'm sorry about the whole thing." He said.
I hugged him, "Thank you for being honest with me."
"I bought you an apology gift." He said handing me a pint of Häagen-Dazs out of his mini refrigerator.
He opened the pint handing me a spoon. He held his mouth open waiting for me to feed him. I gave him a small spoonful continuing to eat the rest.
My problems seemed to melt away with each spoon. I didn't pay attention to how much I was eating until I felt my spoon scraped the bottom of the pint.

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