It was now day two of Mitch's vacation, and Scott decided he couldn't handle any more days like yesterday. He stuck a hand out from under the covers and grabbed his phone off of the side table. Quickly, Dianne's conversation appeared on his phone screen.
Scott: Hey Babe, you free?
Dianne: Yeah, I'll be over in 10
Scott sighed, ripped back the blanket, and shivered when the cold air attacked him. He trudged across the hall and into Mitch's bathroom where he generally kept all of his stuff. Quickly, he through himself together, but he knew it wasn't quick enough when he heard the doorbell ring.
Dianne let herself in, but Scott didn't care. He used this time to button his shirt as fast as he could. "Scott I can smell your cologne." Dianne giggled, her heels clicking as she walked around. Scott walked down the hall to her and gave her a peck on the head.
"How are you?" Scott smiled that warm smile, and Dianne's heart fluttered. She just nodded back at whatever he said, too entranced to notice.
The couple ended up on the couch, an open bottle on the table, and a hand gripping Scott's arm as they laughed. Dianne leaned forward timidly and pecked Scott's cheek. Scott looked over at her and noticed how red she was. He grinned and pushed a lock of dirty blonde hair behind her ear as he leaned over to give her a better kiss.
Scott was quite content with kissing his girlfriend, but when she somehow ended up on top of him, he sighed internally. Once again Scott was put in this place of mixed emotions; he didn't want to do this right now, but he didn't want to hurt her either. He tried to brake the kiss by leaning his head back against the couch, but her lips just followed him. Dianne's hands drifted up from Scott's lap to his collar, which she held tightly and used to pulled Scott closer to her.
Suddenly, a loud rip exploded in the rather quite room. Scott looked down at the whole in his shirt where a button had once been. When he looked up his eyes met with Dianne's scared ones. Why she was scared, Scott didn't know, but he didn't want to forgive her while he was still angry. He opened his arms and motioned for her to join him; she happily obliged.
Although Scott seemed calm, Dianne could feel the tension in the arm wrapped around her. She held his hand; his grip was uncomfortable and his hand was sweaty. "Scott, are you okay?" Dianne looked up at him.
Scott was paralyzed with fear. He looked down at Dianne, her hazel eyes filled with concern. "Yes." The answer was timid, but Dianne didn't pry, she just turned her head to look around the room. Lying didn't make Scott feel any better. "No." The word came out so quietly it was almost silent, but Scott was sure she had heard him. Once again their eyes met, and Dianne didn't have to ask. Scott forced down the lump in his throat. "I... I think we need to take a break."
Dianne sat up and turned to face Scott. She said nothing, and Scott watched her eyes threaten to spill. "I'm sorry." He said helplessly, trying to hold onto her hand as she got up. Scott stared at the quiet TV and listened to her heels clicking away.
"It's okay." The door slammed. Scott was frozen on the couch. Her voice was softer than Scott expected. He was expecting angry, not sad. She sounded very wobbly, she was probably crying. Now Scott was also crying. That was not what he had intended, but the more he thought about it, the more he wondered; what should he expect? She was in love with him, and he broke her heart. He got what he deserved. He knew it was the best thing for him, but the strong current of guilt still washed over him. The undertow pulled him in wave by wave, and he drowned.
