Loving the Bad

chapter 26

Chris's P.O.V
Wednesday 7 p.m.
     I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. I couldn't be anymore nervous than what I already am. Marcia finally agreed to have dinner with me that way we could talk about what is going on in our relationship.

     I made homemade lasagna and bought some expensive ass wine. Now I'm currently sitting in my living room on the couch, waiting for her to knock on my door.

     In all honesty in the last I've stole a couple of Anthony's girlfriends. They didn't last very long. But, now I finally have someone to claim as my own.

     "Hello?" I heard her voice and realized Marcia is halfway inside my apartment.

     I shot up off the couch and rushed towards the front door to greet her. "Hey sorry I didn't here you knock."

     "Yeah it's okay. Smells good in here." I observed her as she walked into the living room and drop her purse onto the couch.

     "I made lasagna. And not the frozen bull shit."

     She nodded in response. "Where's the bathroom?"

     "Down the hall first door on the right."

     I walked into the kitchen and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Ever since she walked in there's feels like a strong tension in the room. I understand why she's mad at me. But, if she truly wanted to be with me, she would be acceptant of whatever my job is.

     "Okay so is dinner ready?" I turned around and saw that she was waiting at the door.

     "Yeah, let me grab everything." I took the lasagna to the table. I pulled out the wine along with 2 glasses, 2 plates, 2 forks, 2 napkins, and set them at the table.

     "I hate wine but it'll have to do." She grabbed the bottle opened it and poured herself a glass.

     I made our plates and we ate in silence. We sipped our wine quietly. I couldn't take it anymore.

     "Why? Why can't you just accept me for who I am? What's wrong with me? I mean besides my job." We stared into each other's eyes as I waited for her answer.

     "You really wanna know my honest opinion?" I nodded in response. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't wanna put my life at danger. Becca is absolutely retarded for even being with your brother. I'm not trying to die before I graduate high school.."

     "Leave Becca's name out of this. She's actually is the best situation possible being with Anthony. It's better than her being with her father who's wanted by like every mafia in the United States. Everyone has there own opinions on certain situations. But, you know what Marcia. I don't care what my job is. I like you. I like you for who you are inside and out."

     "Thanks Chris. I really like you too. I'm just worried. I want a man I can bring home to my parents, without hiding anything about them. I just need time to consider this. I mean I've practically ruined my relationship with my best friend. I can't just leave her and start a new relationship." She stopped and chugged the rest of her wine, then, poured more into the glass.

     "Then go to her. You're the onmy kne keeping yourself from her. She misses you trust me I know. Don't ignore her out spite." I grabbed her hand to try and comfort her.

     She looked at our hands as if she was contemplating pulling her hand away or not. "You're right Chris. I'm sorry for being a bitch lately. Anyways change the subject. What are you doing for Halloween?"

     "I'm probably gonna get drunk by myself what about you?"

     "I'm throwing a costume party. And you're invited. Spread the word"

Becca's P.O.V
9 p.m.
     For the past few hours I've been laying in Anthony's bed, trapped in my own thoughts with him holding and telling me everything is gonna be okay. I hate being so emotional I had to not be this way. But, now I'm starting to ask myself why me? What did I do to earn this type of life? My family has practically abandoned me.

     The last thing I needed at this time in my life was to loose my only girl best friend. Even though we've only known each other for almost two years, to me it feels like I've known her since the beginning of my life. I love her.

     GOD I need to stop being depressed and look at the bright side of things. At least I can do whatever I want to do with no parental control. Well, at least I have Anthony telling me what I can and can't do. Without him I wouldn't know what how to act. I'd be running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

     "Babe?" I felt Anthony's arms grip tighter around my waist.

     "Hmm"

     "Can you at least pretend to be happy for me? I know what you're going through. Trust me. But, seeing you sad makes me even sadder. I try my best to make you happy. It seems like no matter what I do, you'll never be happy."

     I let out a deep sigh and sat up in bed. "Anthony I'm trying my best to be happy. When I'm at school, I act fake as fuck that way non of the teachers think I have mental health issues. I love you so much there are no words to explain it. But what would you do if you lost your mom, dad, brother, and your only best friend?"

     "I'd be sad too but I'd smile every time the person I love tries to make me feel better." He got out of bed only in his boxers, that actually made me smile. He walked over to

     I always caught myself staring at his tattoos every time I saw him shirtless or naked. I never asked him what his tattoos meant.

     "I try babe, to you it may seem like I'm not trying at all but I can promise you I am."

     "What will make you happy? Explain to me." I couldn't tell if he was getting annoyed, the tone of his voice was questionable.

     "If you never leave my side, always be there for me even in my worst times." At this point I could feel my face burning with tears wanting to be released.

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