Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Twenty Six.

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Chapter Twenty Six. 

I sit in Greg's car as we pull up to the apartment place. I try to tell him Mason is coming over but he insists we talk about it before he actually leaves. 

He parks the car as it jerks forward and comes to a halt. I stare out of the windshield not saying a word for a minute. 

Greg sighs and I see him put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, "just.." he pauses with insecurity of what to say, "I just thought you would be honest with me. I thought that's what we do, Maddi. We are best friends. "

I still don't say anything and purse my lips. How was I suppose to tell him? How was I going to say what I needed to and not make it look like I am caught up with what Elijah did? How was I suppose to do anything but just move on? 

How was I going to do anything but just not mention him?

"I know I can be so up front of what I feel and what I do with my life, but that doesn't mean you can't just tell me these things. Elijah Stevenson did some shit and after all this time you were associated with him?" 

I turn my head to him, "why do you care what happened four years ago, Gregory?!" I raise my voice in frustration and then I see him with his face of not approving. That sign I should carry on, "How come it took him to be back in my life for you to notice these things, now? Huh? He fooled me, he fooled you, and he fooled just about everyone else that he was with."

"Do you think he has changed?" the way his voice lowered made me look from his face to the small trails of my thumbs. 

I shrug as an answer at first. I furrow my eyebrows and then bite my lip until I almost feel like my teeth can pull it off. I close my eyes as I pull the lip away, "that was a long time ago."

"I said do you think he has changed?" he repeats. 

I open my eyes and breathe out once again, "for his own sake I really hope so."

Greg sits closer to me and hugs me, "I understand it must be tough. But please next time you fall in love with a guy and he fucks you over. You gotta tell me. That way I can beat his ass."

I try to brighten the mood as I look at him in my arms, "yeah right. You would fall to the ground by just the fly next to the guy."

He laughs, "true. But I want you to so that way I can be there for you next time."

I agreed and then we hug. That hug was the longest hug Greg and I have had. We sit there in that piece of shit car like no one can pear in and see us crying. 

"Now get out of my car, you creep."

I laugh at his childish way and then make sure he has enough stuff for the night. He reminds me he just really wanted me to talk to him before he lashed out when he got home. I tell him thank you for caring and shut the car door. 

When I walk up to the apartment I shared with Greg for so long there was the tall, skinny guy I have noticed looked a bit different in my eyes. I check my watch and face palmed. It is 10:15

"I am so sorry I am late. Greg picked me up and we were talking about something," I put my hands on his chest and he recoils immediately. i don't become offended but instead get my key out of my bag. 

"I.." he holds up a a paper bag from the grocery store, "I have brought some things to make dinner because I just thought you have had a long day. Even though we saw each other and such before. I don't just wanna hook up right now."