Forgive

Innamorato

"You're so warm," Miles buries his face into my neck, breathing in my scent.

I giggle, waving him off, not before him stopping to kiss my forehead. "My lovely Royal," he chuckles, "what shall we do today?" I ponder, pretending to think, crossing my legs, one over another.

"How about Manhattan?" I cheerfully suggest. Manhattan was the most best part about living in New York, and it made it even better that we can hop on a train and get there in about a half-hour time.

"Eh, whatever you want Royal."

Miles always agreed with me, something that I admired most about him, along with his jubilant attitude, and lazy personality, we were complete polar opposites, and I loved it that way.

Saturday was my favorite day of the week. It was really my only chill day, where I could do whatever I pleased, really. Usually on Saturdays, Miles never comes by. He knows that's my relax day, so he doesn't bother me.

"Well then, c'mon, let's go!" I jump up and slide on my white converses, while throwing Miles his shoes.

By the time we are in Manhattan, it's mid-day, and the air smells of pizza and street tar. "Let's walk around for a while, I wanted to go to the Hot topic on 105th street," I tell him, pulling him closer to me.

Alright, alright Royal." he huffs, and I pull the lazy bastard along. 

"Look," Miles points, to a man drawing portraits of people, and I quickly pull him over. I've always wanted someone to draw me, to see how I look in someone else's eyes, and not my own.

"Here, you do one." Miles hands me about twenty bucks, and I hand it back. "Miles, I can't take this innamorato."

"Sure you can, innamorata." he reassuringly pushes the money back, and I smile at him, and whisper a thank you.

"When the artist is done with my drawing, I pay him the money, and Miles and I have a look at the picture. "Wow," he whistles under his breath, "That looks nothing like you. Your cute nose isn't even shaped that way!" Miles pokes my nose.

The scripture under the picture was beautiful, the man signed my name stunningly. "I would have payed him for just the name," I say blandly.

Miles nods his head in agreement, and I put the little frame in my purse.

As I was doing this, I saw Miles staring at a girl, so I swatted him on the arm. "Hey bastard!" he waves my hand away. 

"Innamorata, shh! I think I know her."

The brown haired short girl sauntered over to Miles and I, hugging Miles for a inappropriate amount of time, then letting go and finally introducing herself.

"Royal, this is Jolee, she's a good friend from high school, but she transferred freshman year!" Miles looks her up and down, and I suddenly don't like the look, or her in particular.

"This is your current girlfriend, Miles, she's so pretty!" Jolee comments like I'm not in freaking front of her. "Thanks," I drone on in my most fake appreciation voice.

"Miles, you should so call me sometime, maybe we could hang out."

My blood legit boils. Does this chick really have the audacity??

"Uhm, haha, maybe. We should get going Miles, remember that movie you promised?" I blurt, taking Miles hand and pulling him away from this, bitch.

"Yeah I'd really like that!" he shouts back at Jolee, watching her walk away.

I scoff, and roll my eyes. "Innamorata, I only have eyes for you..!" he holds out his arms and I shuffle away. How about that movie?" he smiles.

I clack my tongue, obviously annoyed, and right now, the bastard didn't even know that I was upset. "How about no." I shrug.