Something Else

Chapter 6: You Idiot

Misha had been dating Chrissy for eight months now, but had known her for almost a year. The last two months, however had been rather awkward; Chrissy was pulling away from him. He didn't like the feeling that she was going to end this and he would just never know when she would. It put his nerves on end until he was pulling at his unkempt hair and screaming in his house until it echoed. 

He looked at his watch, Chrissy should have been there thirty minutes ago. She was late and Misha was beyond frustrated. He was just about to leave when he heard a knock on the door and then the doorbell ringing. He took a deep breath and then walked over to the door quickly. Chrissy stood there and he crossed his arms, wanting an explanation. 

"I know I'm late"-"Well that's an understatement, Chrissy", he said. He could feel his anger reach its breaking point, boiling through him. He could feel himself about to snap as he stepped aside to let her in. He wasn't trashy enough to start a fight and cause a scene right in his front yard. She walked in and he closed the door before turning on her, a scowl on his usually soft features. 

"What's the matter with you lately?" He asked. She blinked softly and then looked at the living room. He sucked in a breath and walked to the living room, he could hear her following him. She sat down on the couch and watched him as he paced in front of her. 

"What do you mean what's wrong with me?" She asked. He stared at her for a long while, glaring at her. 

"Don't give me that shit, Chrissy. You've been just..there! As if you're a goddamned poster on a wall. Just hanging there! You've barely paid any attention to anything that has been going on the last two months. You barely talk to me about anything anymore! It's just the simple hello, how are you, bullshit"! He said, his voice rising an octave. She looked shocked, almost intimidated by the frustration exuding from him. 

"Misha"-"I don't want to hear excuses. Are you seeing someone else? Are you in love with someone?" He bellowed. She flinched, he saw her visibly flinch from his voice. Good, maybe now you'll finally hear what I'm asking and actually pay attention to me! He thought viciously, continuing to pace. 

"Misha you're over"-"If you finish that sentence, Chrissy, I swear I will end this", he snarled out. He chanced a glance at her and was even more enraged to see her smiling. 

"You're right. I am in love"-He grit his teeth together, gripping his hair in his hands and pulling. This is it, she's going to end and be with someone who is closer to her age.. He should have known better than to date someone so young. She hasn't grown up enough yet; Victoria was right, he should have ended this before he was so invested.

"You, you idiot", she said, breaking him out of his reverie. Misha turned to look at her, staring , this time in shock. His eyebrows rose almost all the way to his hairline, his blue eyes wide. She stood and slowly approached him, as if trying not to scare him. She stood just a few feet in front of him, looking at the ground as if she was uncomfortable. He licked his lips, watching her and he closed the distance between them, pulling her to him gently. 

"I'm sorry", she whispered. He rested his chin atop her head and placed a soft kiss there, holding her to him. He made a humming sound, running his hands up her back to gently lift her head up. He sighed softly, frowning at himself. 

"No, I'm sorry. I had no right to yell at you like that. It was uncalled for and petulant", he whispered back. She rested her head against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist. 

"I should have told you how I've been feeling the last two months. Misha, I'm scared. The day I met you I had just been dumped and then you started seeing me at work and it just...it's scary because good things always come to an end. I didn't want to tell you how I really felt, but at the same time, I just skirted around you. I'm so sorry", she mumbled against his shirt. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. That's why she seemed so distant, she was protecting herself and pushing me away at any cost. She was scared and her being scared enough to push me away, scared me. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, shuffling while holding her to lay down on the couch. He pulled her between his legs so her legs tangled with his and her head rested against his shoulder. He heard a puff of air come from her and he looked down at her.