Patience

Fifteen

I woke up, and my head was throbbing. It hurt to open my eyes. It hurt to hear sound. It hurt to see the sun shining on me through the window. It hurt to just think. I hate migraines. I raised my hand to my head and rubbed my temples. Once that eased my headache enough, I slowly got myself up. I made my way to the kitchen to take some painkillers. I needed this migraine to go away because it was making me feel sick. I sat down on the sofa with a glass of water.

The events of last night started to flow into my mind. Me catching Axl with another girl, Axl catching me with Slash. The problem is, I know Axl saw me, but Axl has no idea I saw him with that girl. In all reality, he would have no right to be angry, just as I don't have a right, either. I would like to think we're pretty even, but I don't know how he feels. I might never know after last night.

As I thought about everything and how I would go about fixing the situation, my migraine worsened. I took a sip of my water, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. However, my head shot up and my eyes were wide open when I heard Axl come from down the hall. I didn't even realize that he had come home.

He walked into the living room, not speaking a word to me. I could tell he was trying not to look at me. He was looking down the entire time. Eventually, he did look up and open his mouth to say something, but shut it and looked away. I watched him as he walked into the kitchen.

I sighed. I needed to talk to him.

I got up and left the water on the coffee table. I walked into the kitchen where Axl was sitting on a stool eating a piece of toast.

"Axl, we need to talk about last night," I said, rubbing my temples to relieve the headache.

"Okay," Axl said blankly. I sat down with him and started to speak, but he cut me off.

"Not ready for a relationship, huh? I think the events between you and Slash last night might say otherwise," Axl said in a sharp tone of voice.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. I didn't know what to say. He was right, I fucked up, but he did, too.

"Axl," I said, taking a moment to think, "That didn't mean anything. I was angry-"

"At what?" Axl snapped, "I'm beginning to think you're just using me. I offered you my hospitality, and I kept helping. You keep telling me to stop, but at the same time, you take every single offer I've given you. The job, the apartment. What am I getting in return, here? I'm tired of waiting Lucy, I need this to either go somewhere, or nowhere at all!"

I had planned on keeping my cool, but Axl struck a nerve with me. "Axl, I saw you last night. With that other girl. I reacted by doing something stupid, and for that, I'm sorry. You're acting like you're innocent, but why would I want to try and be with you if I know how quickly you move on from me? I thought you cared about me!"

"I do care, Lucy!" Axl exclaimed.

There were a few moments of awkward silence. Axl's half eaten toast was on the floor. My head hurt like hell. This is it. This has to be the end of whatever we had. As I had said earlier, I must just attract the worst relationships ever.

"Lucy," Axl finally spoke up, breaking the silence, "I think we both did wrong things."

I nodded. "Yeah," I said, my voice cracking. We did. We both did wrong things.

"I'm sorry," Axl apologized.

"I'm sorry, too. I might've overreacted a little," I said.

"We should start over. Blank slate. Can I take you out for lunch this afternoon?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said.

I decided to lay down for a nap so my migraine would hopefully go away. Now that Axl and I have started working on our differences, I need to talk to Slash. I'm embarrassed about last night, which is why I was dreading facing him more than Axl.