Nelly's P.O.V.
Being able to mess around with him is fun an all, but how could he brush me off? I could've just told him how I felt that night, but he didn't even send signals that he was feeling the same way.
I don't mind rejection, but don't set it up to where it makes me look like a fucking idiot for loving you. I should've guessed though. With the whole, topless girl in his bed, the other day.
I roll my eyes to my own thoughts. Laying on my bed and aggressively playing colour switch.
Knock, knock.
I look to see him standing in my doorway. Ahhhh. Just fucking fantastic. Maybe if I don't say anything, he'll just let me waste away in peace.
Besides, I can't take rejection. Especially, not from him. The last time I was rejected, I got a disgusting hair cut that made me look like a farm boy, from the 1890's. I literally covered the mirrors in my house, until it grew back.
"Busy?" He asks. I don't say anything. "Can we talk?" He inquires. I still say nothing.
My phone's screen turns black. I click the home and lock button to see what happened. Well, my fucking phone died. That's just great. I sigh and pretend to still be playing on it. In hopes, he'll leave.
"Your phone died. What are you doing?" He looks at me confused.
"Pretending it's still alive, so that maybe we could avoid awkward conversation." I say, dropping my phone on my bed.
"Look," he walks over and sits on my bed, as I sit up. "Nelly, I'm really sorry about the other day. I didn't know what to say, or what to do."
"So, do nothing?" I look at him.
"Let me finish, please. I didn't know, because I didn't want to do or say the wrong thing. I waited. I don't know what you felt that night, but I know what I did. I felt comfortable, and at home." He looks me in the eyes.
"Great. I feel that way every time I take off my bra. What's your point?"
"Not what I meant. What I mean, is I have feelings, that I don't know how to describe, for you. I would say 'I don't know how or why,' but I do. It's the way you walk, talk, move, sound, look, act. It's the way you are you. It's the way you keep shitty photos of me, in your bag, just because you wanted to capture the moment and remember it. It's the way you hold yourself. It's the way you use silent aggression. It's the way your hair falls. It's you. And I can't help it. Nelly, I-I....." He pauses and looks at me.
"Mm-mm. Don't. Don't say it. Don't you dare. I've tried so hard not to be too obvious about it all. Clearly, I need to work on my skills. Right now, I've been working very hard just to be mad at you. You don't get to come in here and get your way out of it so easily." I watch him.
He smiles and slowly leans in. " I don't care." He smirks then kisses me passionately.
