"You're just... an acquired taste."
"I'm an asshole."
"A good hearted asshole."
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Sunshine follows the story of Victoria and her best (only) friend Diego as they go through life together. That is, until life will cease to exist...
If You Pretend They Don't Exist Feelings Disappear, Right?
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The car ride was one of the most uncomfortable situations I've ever been in. And I once had to hide under a table while Luther and Allison had snuck onto the roof to make out. Both Diego and I sat in silence as he drove down the streets. I sat and watched all the buildings blur past me as I thought about what just happened. Before today, I had only ever successfully manipulated one person besides Diego. And even with him it was only small things like making him think he was eating ice cream rather than rice.
I had no idea where Diego and I were going and frankly I didn't care. I just wanted to sit in that car for eternity. Although I could sense something was off with Diego. Not just in the 'oh friends can tell when the other person is upset' kind of way. Ever since he started training me as a kid, I felt a connection with Diego that I never felt with anyone else. Whenever he was around, I could feel him; his thoughts and emotions effected me even if I didn't realize it. And right now I couldn't tell if I was confused or if he was. I eventually pulled my eyes away from the window to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead and his hands were gripping the steering wheel as if it were a life raft. I sighed and put my head back, closing my eyes.
After a while, I felt myself slowly slipping into the realm between consciousness and sleep. My knee was throbbing slightly, but I had just managed to get comfortable as the car skidded to a halt. I sat up at the sudden stop. I looked over at the driver's seat, but instead of Diego I was greeted with a slamming door. Swearing to myself, I unbuckled my seatbelt and scrambled out of the car after him. He had disappeared, but I found myself standing on the front steps of the boxing club and I knew exactly where he went.
As I made my way towards the boiler room I heard various people shouting my name; one person asking when I was going to start fighting again. I ignored all of them and shoved my hands into my pockets as I navigated through the giant mass of sweating people.
When I eventually reached the entrance to the boiler room I didn't bother knocking, but rather I simply walked in without warning. I was greeted with a shirtless Diego standing in the middle of the room. Although I had seen him shirtless many a times due to his never ending flow of injuries, it never failed to make me stop breathing for a few seconds. Although I felt guilt tug at me as I saw the bruises from where I punched him earlier. Diego just glanced at me before continuing to grab a shirt and throw it over himself. He also grabbed a leather jacket (one of the ones he wore to look cool) and put it on.
"Diego..," I started as he made his way toward the door.
"My shift was supposed to start ten minutes ago," he stated as he began to walk out into the hall. As he passed me, I put my hand on his chest, blocking him. I didn't need to push; he stopped as soon as I touched him.
"Talk to me," I begged, keeping my hand on him, afraid that if I moved it he would have walked out. Diego said nothing, slowly reaching up to wrap his hand around mine. We stood perfectly still for a few moments. My eyes were fixed on him and his were fixed on the floor. Without warning he pulled my arm, subsequently pulling me in front of him. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my shoulder. "Oh Diego," I muttered as I hugged him back.
