Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

I'm Not Smoking That. (9)

He then inhaled sharply, stood up, and walked out the door.

What the fuck was that?

~

The incident with Cam last night kept me up all night. I'm not going to lie, the feelings were there. But I still felt conflicted. Completely. Conflicted. I probably ended up spending ninety percent of my night arguing with my conscious. I've only known this man for two fucking days and he's already catching my interest.

There's still something off about him that I couldn't put my finger on. He seemed more quiet and reserved around the other guys, which brings me back to wondering if that's the persona he puts on for them, or if he has some sort of bipolar disorder.

He feels bad for putting me in the position I'm in at the moment. I can see it, feel it, taste it. Okay maybe not taste it, but it was pretty obvious. And he is right, it is his fault. But I know for a fact he had zero intention of getting me involved, and I'm not going to hold that over his head.

The chemistry Cam and I share feels almost electric. It seems like our conversations and banter have the ability to bounce off of one another with comfortable ease. Even though I've only known the man for three days, I feel like I've had him in my life for years. I know it's too early to think about getting romantically involved with Cam, but for fucks sake he almost kissed me. It was clear he was having some sort of confusing dilemma as well.

After a lot of careful thinking I eventually decided I shouldn't get involved with him on a personal level. Strictly business. Friends? Sure, we can do that. With anything else I almost feel like I would be overstepping some sort of boundary, and if anything happened between us I would not want to be the root of any type of drama. And the last thing I want to do is give the guys and Ryan a reason to not like me.

You like him.

"Not today, subconscious," I scolded myself, then sat up in bed. My back cracked the entire time I sat up, "Fuck I'm getting old."

"I mean, you're only twenty three. I wouldn't call that old," A voice said from the doorway of my room. I screamed, jumped up, and grabbed the metal baseball bat that I kept under my bed. "Woah woah woah, Void you gotta chill!" The voice stressed. My curtains blacked out most of the sunlight and I could only make out a tall black figure.

My bedroom light switched on and the dark silhouette turned out to be Jay. My fear was quickly replaced with anger as I realized he's in my home, without my consent. "Jesus fucking christ, Creamy. How did you even get into my house?"

Jay looked at the bat at my hands, then back up to my face and cocked an eyebrow, "We have access to each others houses at all times. We can show up and leave as we please, whenever we want."

"This wasn't addressed yesterday, and that still doesn't answer my question," I huffed and crossed my arms.

"It's an unspoken rule," he shrugged, then wandered into my dining room. I followed him, bat still in hand. "Put that down, yeah? And your back door was unlocked."

"How long have you been in here?"

"Why do you ask so many questions, Aurora?" Jay grabbed a set of keys from his pocket and dropped them on my dining room table.

I didn't have the balls to tell him not to call me that, so I opted to silently fume in my head, "Because I've only known you for twenty four hours and you broke into my fucking house?" I picked up the keys, "What are these?"