melting [pearlet]

t w e n t y t h r e e

VIOLET

   "YOU can't just fight with him forever." Adore says as throws a basketball up and down at the ceiling.

   I whip my head around from the mirror in the corner of Adore's room, "Yes I can," I look back at the mirror, "And anyways, it's not your business."

   "What did he do that made you so pissed?"

   I finally put my comb down and look away from the mirror, "Look it doesn't matter what he did or didn't do. He's just acting like a child."

   "You kicked him out of your house." Adore snaps.

   "He had to leave sometime Adore, I couldn't just let him mooch off my parents for the rest of high school."

   Adore doesn't say a word. He keeps throwing the basketball up and down until I decide it's time to go. I decide a cup of coffee might cool me down.

   I swing the glass door of the coffee shop open and hear little chimes hitting against the door. That same coffee shop is the one I met Pearl at.

Once I get my coffee I sit down at a table for two. Five minutes go by as I notice someone out of the corner of my eye. He's there watching, staring. I look back to see Pearl standing behind the counter with some other baristas.

Once he notices I'm looking he shakes his head and turns away. I swallow my pride and get up from my seat, leaving my coffee.

"Come outside, Pearl."

Pearl clears his throat and looks at me wide eyed, "What?"

I grab his hand and tug him outside.

"Violet I need to go inside."

I cross my arms impatiently, "Why?"

"Violet my shift isn't over." He whines.

   As I'm about to speak I hear a faint noise catch my attention. I grab his hands and drag him closer and closer to the noise. A rugged band of street performers surrounded by a crowd of pedestrians. Everyone's dancing and enjoying the music besides Pearl.

   "Come on," I motion him towards me as I sway my hips to the music going closer to the crowd of dancers.

   He mouths no.

   I nod yes as I keep dancing.

   He puts his hands on his hips as he watches me and everyone else dance. After a minute or two he gives in, smiling as he comes closer.

   I realize there's no reason to be mad at Pearl. We were both at fault. This whole situation could be put behind us if we could act like mature humans. I love Pearl, and I don't think I will ever stop loving Pearl. Hopefully he feels the same way.

"What are you thinking about?" Pearl asks me as he dances.

I smile, "Nothing."

He digs his face into my shoulder before looking up and kissing me.

"I love you."

At least that's what I wish happened. That's when I wake up to the truth that we're still broken up.