The Adventures of Macy and Travis

Stubborn Isn't Your Color (Travis P.o.v.)

I brought my cup of coffee through the hospital doors."Mr.Hart, a young lady just around your age came by earlier. She didn't talk to your dad very long before she left looking upset. I just thought I should let you know." I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.

                "What did she look like?" I turned around and asked.

        "Her hair was awfully messy, and her face was puffy like she might have been crying a long time. She would go right about to your chest and she had a mop of curls." Mace.

                "Thanks." I said roughly. I walked back into my father's room.

        "What did she want?" I asked.

                "Who?"  He looked innocent but he had a smirk.

        "Macy, she came by." I clarified.

                "Oh, yeah. We just talked. She said she owed it to you to come by and see me. She's real tore up, I don't know what you did to her." I raked my hand through my hair.

                "I thought dying would make you less of an asshole, but looks like I'm wrong." I muttered grouchily. "I'm going home."

        I left without another word. I hated driving this old pickup. I turned the radio on and it was like she was sitting right beside me singing along. I groaned and turned it off.

                "Damn you, Mace." I swore. I missed her. It was impossible not to. She smelt of honey dew and I could get high off of her kisses. It had been two weeks, which is longer than I have ever went without her. That's a total of 15 days, 17 hours and approximately 13 minutes.

                        I wanted to apologize, but I also didn't want to give her the satisfaction. I just wish she'd come home, cause I don't like sleeping in her bed alone. I had applied for a new job at the sawing company, they gave me a call and I am supposed to start in a couple of days. Which is nice since I am going to have to pay all of rent this month. Mom still hasn't came by and seen dad, he's pretty bummed about it but I don't blame her at all.

        I parked the truck and got my key out. I unlocked the apartment door and went in. Everything looked the same as when she left except there was now at least three broken whiskey bottles where there was one. I don't even know why she left, I shouldn't have called her a bitch but she could've stayed. We could've worked it out, but she likes to run away from confrontation and it's annoying.

        I understand she wants to help me and my drinking problem. It's my fault. She puts up with more than she should but I still wish she hadn't left. On top of the kitchen table was an envelope. It read "My half of rent."

                I opened it up and there was 250 dollars. I groaned in frustration. "Oh my God." I mumbled.

             Why does she have to do stuff like pay her rent when she hasn't even came back in two weeks? I wanted to see her, I needed to see her. I didn't know how she was doing and it was killing me.

                        Someone knocked on the door. I looked in the peephole and there was Isaiah standing there. I opened the door and before I could even say hello he was going off. "I swear if you and Macy don't make up I'm going to go insane. She is crying constantly and it's killing me because I can't do anything to help her. She's been crying herself to sleep every single night at MY place. Rachel is eventually going to get sick of her staying there and right now they are getting along good but I don't know how much longer that will last." He grabbed me by my shirt collar. "You have to do something." He had crazy eyes and I gently pulled his arms off of me.

                "There isn't anything I can do. She's the one who left." I said defeated. "Look at this." I said and I threw him the envelope. He opened it up and his eyes went wide. He looked confused. "She went and seen my dad too. All without even waiting for me."

                        I raked my hand through my hair. "Dude, you look like shit." Isaiah said with a small snicker.

        "This is what your sister does to me." I said gesturing towards my face.

                "Do you love her?" He asked suddenly, I stopped.

            "What?" I asked.

                        "Do you love Macy?" He asked again.

        "She makes it impossible not to fall in love with her! She does things like sneak me up to her room every damn Friday night when I'm drunk and she pays the rent when she isn't even staying here. Terry even said she begged him to let me keep my job and I lied to her about all this shit. Damn it." I shouted frustrated. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I whispered angrily.

                "Can you please just tell me why she left? How come she hasn't even came back yet?" I asked.

            He shook his head. "She's scared. Won't even admit it but since that Ryder business, she's terrified to progress in any relationship. If she would have stayed you guys would have overcame another fight, therefore making your relationship stronger. She's scared." He let it sink in before continuing. "You have to do something."

                I shook my head. "She's gonna have to come back first."

        "Stubborn isn't neither one of your guy's colors." He muttered grumpily.