Mariah Oneshots

Caution [pt. 2]

****Mariah's POV****

I came into the room to see Sasha sitting on her bed reading a book, so I walked over to her. She was so engrossed in her reading that she didn't notice my presence, so I leaned down and softly kissed her temple to get her attention. As my lips made contact with her temple, a smile grew on her face and a scarlet hue immediately flooded her ivory cheeks.

"Hi, sweetheart." Sasha grinned up at me, her smile radiant and beautiful like usual.

"Hey, cupcake. You've been in here reading all day, and I figured that you might be hungry....so I brought you lunch. Well, it's kinda late so....dinner? Linner? I don't know." I told her, giving her the bag of food I had in my hand. Her smile grew as she took the bag I held out to her, and I found myself smiling back at her. Sasha was the epitome of beauty....from her gorgeous green eyes, to her freckle embellished ivory skin, to her faint Serbian accent and to her beautiful mind. I loved Sasha's smile more than I loved anything else in the world, and I would do anything to make her smile for me. I couldn't explain exactly what she meant to me, though....I loved being around her more than anyone else, but I just wasn't sure how to articulate that. A part of me want to be with her and only her; however, I knew that I wouldn't be able to do that with ruining it somehow. I ruined everything I touched, and I always had....and I knew that I would ruin Sasha if I allowed myself to be hers, and for her to be mine. Had she and I been in a relationship, I would have hurt so badly that she would be screwed up forever....everything I came to love would always be ruined by me. That's why I couldn't commit to her....I loved Sasha too much to ruin her.

"Linner? Really, Riah?" Sasha giggled, genuinely amused at my made up word.

"Sure! I mean, if somebody managed to mash breakfast and lunch together to make 'brunch', then I can mash lunch and dinner to make 'linner'. It makes perfect sense!" I joked.

"Well, anyway....thank you. I got too deep into my novel, and I didn't even feed myself today." Sasha said with a smile. She got up from the bed and stood on her tip-toes to peck my lips, then she went and put the food in the refrigerator.

"You're not gonna eat?" I worriedly asked her, and she giggled in response.

"I'll have it for lunch tomorrow, love. I'm expected for family dinner soon....I was about catch the red line to Boston after I'd finished the last paragraph of this chapter." Sasha explained to me. I'd hear Sasha speaking on the phone with family, usually speaking in Serbian. But over the past month or so, I'd hear her speaking on the phone with someone in English and sometimes in Italian. I know that her mother was still in Serbia, but was trying to get her American citizenship....Sasha explained that to me when we first moved in, and I asked why she was moving her stuff in by herself. I remember she then asked me why I was moving my stuff in by myself, but I told her that it wasn't anything I was ready to talk about.

"O-oh, well....have fun." I said, my voice losing its strength. Hearing Sasha say she was going to family dinner both warmed my heart and caused me a great deal of pain, as I was happy for her but also jealous. I would be left alone without anything to do, considering that it was a Sunday and everybody I knew was sleeping off their hangovers from party the previous night.

"Mariah?" Sasha softly said, walking over and touching my arm.

"Yeah?" 

"I would love for you to come with me." she smiled, lacing her fingers with mine.

"Oh, uhm....I don't know. I mean, wouldn't your folks find it odd for a stranger to be at family dinner?" I nervously questioned, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb.