Reflections [Complete]

Chapter 13

I had just managed to finished my nightly routine and gotten myself comfortable in my bed when my doorbell decided to go insane. Either that, or someone was at my doorstep well past midnight for some God forsaken reason.

"Kim? Uh...Hi? What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck happened tonight?"

"Uh...why don't you come...."

She didn't really wait for my invitation thought as she barged inside my apartment and sat down with an exaggerated plop on my couch. Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to be short-ish conversation?

"I gave you this perfect opportunity and all I get is bad news."

"Can we please back up a few steps. How the hell do you know where I live?"

"Oh c'mon you are super easy to track down. It took my guy less than 20 minutes to find everything about you."

"But how did you get past building security? I was assured that this place was very strict about even letting relatives in without explicit permission from the tenants."

"I just told the guard downstairs that I was your booty call for the night. Sweet guy. Blushed all red before he was practically escorting me to your door."

"What the...? Someone is going to have a bad time tomorrow morning."

"Can we cut to the important parts now? You can't give up on Kong this easily. He is just being difficult. That's it. You need to try harder."

"You know what transpired tonight?"

"Yeah, you told him you like him."

"Did he also mention he thinks that it is impossible?"

"Yeah."

"So can you please tell me why the man would think that? From what I can guess he didn't always have such massive self-confidence issues. What is going on with him? Why is he pretending to hide behind the crap he decides to put on his body every day?"

"It's not really....like that. Listen, I can't go into that right now. Plus, it's really not my place to interfere."

"Not you place? Kim you tricked both of us into a date that neither of us were prepared for. You are standing in my living room having stalked me and lied about a booty call. I think you need to brush up on your definition of interfere. You are quite past that stage."

"Why do you keep going off on these random tangents. The most important thing is that you don't give up. Kong likes you back. I know it. You just need to be a little more patient with him."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yup. I know."

"So you aren't going to give up on him."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Even though he rejected you?"

"Kong rejects me atleast 15 times a day every time I try to push him outside his comfort zone. I am more than used to them by now."

And unsurprisingly that is exactly what had happened tonight. My request for permission to kiss him was met with a knee jerk 'Of course not.' But that's not the interesting detail. What followed was a good five minutes of him actually thinking about what I had just asked him. It is also irrelevant that his contemplation ended with another no. What I am choosing to take away from this interaction was that he did think about it. Or that even after his supposed rejection he sat right across from me while we finished the rest of our meal. Or that he was more than willing to accompany me, albeit silently, throughout the drive to his apartment. He had also fidgeted with the card containing my friend's phone number multiple times during the night before finally stuffing it into his jeans pocket.