Another Cliché Love Story

Special Type of Date

Elijah and I rest on the couch. I don't know how to tell him about Elizabeth. I am not sure how he'll react.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just my stomach is in knots." I tell him.

"You want something for that?" He asks.

"No I want you to read this."

I give him the note.

"I can't fucking believe that!! She got in the way of us and tried to ruin my life!"

"Elijah, but she was scared. It sounds like she was afraid of him. And by the sounds of it you would be a much better father than him anyway."

"Ugh!" He groans. "So what do we do about this?"

"Well first I want to call my lawyer and sue the crap out of him for messing with my sister, then we could tell my mother."

"Where is she, by the way?"

"Um, she's at Chemotherapy."

"Oh Princess. I'm so sorry." He tells me. He wrap me in a tight hug and a few tears come down my face. "It's okay my beautiful Princess. Everything will be alright."

I nod my head as my voice leaves me at the thought of losing both parents to cancer. I can't go through that. Not again not ever. The weight on my heart is too much for me.

I wipe my face and sit up. "Thank you, but come on there is a lot to be done."

The doorbell rings and I go and get it.

Emmanuel stands in front of me.

"Hola bebíta." He greets.

I smile. "Hi Emmanuel."

I hear Elijah's footsteps coming towards me and sigh.

"Whassup." Elijah greets, putting his arm around me.

"Barbarian, I got this. Go away." I tell him.

He gives me a look and I glare at him. He huffs and walks away.

"Ah so you too are back together?" He asks.

I nod.

He shakes his head. "Why? You can do some much better. Didn't you enjoy our date?"

"Of course I did, but I value you more as a friend."

He gives a cheeky smile. "I understand bebíta. I would like another person working with me in the studio also, because I cannot promise I won't try anything if I we work alone like we have been doing."

I blush at his boldness. "Yes okay I will remember that."

He nods and walks away.

"Prick."

"That's exactly how I felt with you and your little whores." I remind.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "So. I want to take you out so call your lawyer and mother so we came go out."

I do just that. It takes a little longer than I wanted, but I got everyone the information they needed.