Demi
What was his fucking problem? Why should he get the benefit of being free and not giving a fuck? I honestly don’t care anymore. He’s done shit so many times and I’m done. He wants my forgiveness at any given point? He has to work his ass for me to forgive him. I grab my keys and storm out of my apartment. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m leaving for a while.
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The next night, I was at a club, staying sober, of course. I was on the dance floor when I accidentally bump into someone. When I turn to say “sorry” I realize it’s Nick. Anger rushes through my body and I just want to explode on him.
“Shouldn’t you be out fucking some other girl?” I ask, through gritted teeth.
“No, I decided not to,” he shakes his head. “I couldn’t do that to you, or even myself. I love you too much, Demi”
“You have to do more than just that,” I click my tongue. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot to get me to forgive you.”
“I realize that,” he takes my hands and I jerk my hands free. “Please, let me show you how sorry I am. No sex. Just me actually proving to you that I’m sorry. Baby please.”
I roll my eyes. “If you really want me to forgive you, and you have this big great plan, you aren’t doing a great job,” I let out an annoyed sigh. “All you’re doing is just standing around talking.”
“You have to let me talk for a minute,” he moved a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You will see how sorry I really am.” My eyes darted around the room as he gripped my hand loosely and took me outside.
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We were back at his apartment, cuddling and watching movies. He had cooked me my favorite meal. He was actually putting me first tonight, which was amazing. He even offered to let me sleep in his room tonight, which I accepted. His bed was extremely comfortable.
I figured he would come lay with me on his bed during the night, which he did when I woke the next morning. I turned over to face him, to see he was already awake.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said, smiling as he kissed my head.
“Morning,” I replied, sitting up.
“I still have more planned to show you how sorry I really am,” he pulls me closer to him. After just waking up, his scent is amazing. I rest my head against his shoulder, taking in his scent.
“Like what?”
“You’ll see as the day goes on.” I stuck out my bottom lip. “No pouting baby. You’ll love it.”
“Fine” I gave him a quick kiss and got out of his bed to take a shower.
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That afternoon we had went out bowling. After I had gotten dressed, he had cooked me breakfast, and we even wrote a song together. At the bowling alley, we had our own competition, even though we were being complete fools. He actually had reminded me why we were best friends in the first place, and why we actually starting dating. He reminded me why I fell in love with him.
That night, we were at my place, watching the ID Channel. I was biting my lip, nervous about who knows what. Maybe I was just scared about actually losing Nick now. I position my head in the crook of his neck, taking his hand and playing with his fingers.
“Thank you for actually doing this,” I gush. “You didn’t actually prove that you were sorry, you reminded me why we became best friends, and why I fell in love with you in the first place. Now, I’m dating my best friend and I couldn’t be happier.”
“Anything for you, babe,” I could tell he was smiling, causing me to smile too. No matter what, criminal or not, I will always love this man.
