Sumthin' This Way Comes Wicked

Damn...

Julian's POV Continued

I just got Lisa her favorite ice cream, some perfume, and other random stuff that I know she's gonna like... I just wonder if she'll forgive me. I think I want her to move on but I know she won't. She's too stubborn. Besides I don't even know why she loves me. I've beat her, cheated, lied, ignored her and so much other shit... She's just loyal as hell and thinks she can help me change. I can't change. I'm not the same person I was after what happened. Now I'm just a darker, more fucked up version of myself.

I pulled up in front of her condo. She's here, so that means she's really tired, or really pissed off. I kinda hope she's just tired cause I don't wanna piss her off even more.... But then again, if I don't piss her off that means I can't fix what I did. Fuck.

I sit here for a while trying to figure out whether or not I should really go and talk to her... I'm fucking nervous. I don't get nervous, especially not over Lisa. What the hell?

Lisa's POV

I'm just now getting off the phone. My best friend needs Jesus. I thought I just heard a car pull up outside but who am I kidding? It's New York, there are cars everywhere. I'm sitting here listening to Elle Varner and contemplating some really deep shit. Like what the hell am I gonna do with Julian? I've been by his side since.... since we were born. I feel like I can't give up on him but I don't have a choice. I think imma just cut him off for a while.

"If you're looking for me I'm the stupid girl, with a joyless smile in her own sad world," Elle sings sadly.

Then somebody starts knocking at my damn door. Why in the fuck is somebody at my house?! Ughhh. I drag myself off the couch and see who it is... Hopefully no one important, I'm a mess right now. I look through the peep hole, and see none other than Julian. He has less than thirty seconds to explain why the hell he stood me up again and leave. I opened the door and let him in. I really don't feel like dealing with this bullshit tonight...

"Lisa...I'm sorry." He says.

I give him the death glare that I'm famous for. It's known to strike fear into the heart of any man.

"I've been putting up with your shit since we were kids Julian. I'm pretty sure I'm worth more than a fucking sorry."

"Look Ashley needed my help with something and I couldn't leave her hanging."

"More like she couldn't leave your dick hanging. Julian, I am so damned through with you. Lose my number and forget I exist," I hissed.

He got up slowly and went to his car. it was just a few minutes before he came back with a bunch of stuff for me. Greaaaat. More shit I don't need. I take the stuff and think about forgiving him. It's a bunch of stuff that he used to buy me when we were younger. Cotton Candy scented perfume, mint chocolate chip and cookie dough ice cream, stuffed animals, flowers, books...

"Look, I just don't wanna be bothered okay? Leave me alone and when I'm ready, I'll talk to you..." I say.

He doesn't say anything but he nods slowly and walks away. I feel kinda bad for how I acted, but the truth hurts. He needs to get his priorities straight and then we can talk.

Part of me feels guilty, so I act on impulse. I run into the hallway, and call him back to my apartment.