Mr. Mafia Man

Chapter XVIII: The Reveal

"Don't you think you are overreacting a bit?" Tiffany shakes the newspaper and sips her tea as she addresses me. I had just come out of my room from a ten hour depression nap. Tiffany was once again keeping odd hours, as she is currently sitting on the floor of our living room, in her semi-permanent demon summoning circle on the ground, in full formal attire, at three in the morning.

I knew she was probably right, and that I was being way too dramatic over a pretty boy, but I quite frankly didn't care. As much as I was depressed and cry babyish, I was also angry at myself for believing that all of this was real.

"The way I see it," Tiffany continued, this time making eye contact with me over the top of the newspaper. "Is that you want love and affection to come easily and without battles. But the best relationships are worth fighting for. If it doesn't come without tribulations, it isn't worth anything at all. Life isn't like the movies, after all."

I huff and launch myself into the couch crease, upset that Tiffany, oh wise, unshakable, indubitably right Tiffany, was once again correct.

"For once Tiffany, I wish you were like you were when Alexander broke up with you. That way, we could be miserable together."

Tiffany gently laid down her newspaper and gently folded herself onto the other side of the couch, gently sipping on her tea all the while. Smiling, she asked me: "Do you know why Alexander broke up with me in the first place?"

I shake my head no.

"It's because he was gay!" She throws her head back and laughs, while I just frown, my arms still folded across my chest.

Tiffany was not convinced that I understood the comicality of the situation, so she explained further. "According to him, he knew from day one that he wasn't attracted to me, but he knew I liked him, and felt that he needed to give it the old college try. Unfortunately for me, it didn't work out, and he pleasantly told me as such, but I was upset because I thought that he dated me because he thought I resembled a man. Then he told me that, no, he didn't date me because I looked like a man, he broke up with me because I wasn't one. So you see, no hard feelings. Trust me when I say that you don't want two recently ditched girls in a room with one another, you can't tell what they will want to do."

"Not helping, Tiffany."

She shrugs and holds the newspaper back up to her face. "Okay, Ms. Prissy Pants, I can't tell you what to do, but in my humble opinion, you should forget about him. He decided that you weren't worth the effort, which makes him worthless to you."

I sit for a minute, contemplating what she said to me, before getting up and going back into my room. I quickly pack a duffel bag full of all my comfort clothes.

When I haul it back out to the living room, Tiffany again looks at me over her newspaper. "Where are you going dressed like that."

"Dmitry's house, he's the only one who was sympathetic to me."

Tiffany raises her eyebrows at me, but doesn't comment anymore on me leaving the apartment in my pajamas.

Because I had left my car at Nicolas' place, I had to order an uber to drive me to Dmitry's, but that was no problem. As I hauled ass out to the blue car that was driving me to his house, I quickly sent a text off to Dmitry, letting him know I was coming, and my ETA was in 15 minutes. However, when I did get to his house, it was obvious that he had either not received, or not read my message.

"Can I come in?"

"Umm, of course, come on in. Can I get you something to eat?"

"No, I'm good." I walk into Dmitry's house. It was fairly small, maybe five rooms total in the house, but it was clean.

Dmitry grabs his phone off the counter and rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry, I didn't see your text sooner."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Sorry I sent it so late." I toss my duffle bag down in the living room, and throw myself into his couch. Unfortunately, the couch lacked the butt crease that I had become used to at my place, so I had to wiggle around a little bit before I got comfortable. After a minute's hesitation, Dmitry sat down next to me.

"So what brings you here at this time of night?"

I'm almost certain Dmitry already knew why I was showing up on his doorstep at two in the morning, but I suppose it was the only way he knew how to start the conversation.

I lay back further into the couch and let out a long sigh. "Nicolas is being a dick."

"He has a lot on his plate. Give him time."

"He told me that what happened at the ball was a mistake, that doesn't sound like he has a lot on his plate, that sounds like he's being a dick."

"Wait," Dmitry quickly attempts to rub the sleep from his eyes, which very clearly doesn't work, and turns to face me, seemingly very surprised. "What happened at the ball?"

"Nicolas didn't tell you?"

"Nicolas doesn't tell anyone much of anything."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I just kind of assumed Nicolas and Dmitry were thick as thieves. Learning that Nicolas doesn't even tell stuff to Dmitry made me concerned for Nicolas' mental health; keeping stuff in and a secret can't be healthy.

As I related more and more details of the night of the ball to Dmitry, he grew increasingly more impressed.

"He told you that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen? Honey he's in love." Dmitry fans his face and mimes fainting on the couch while I roll my eyes. Despite me basically inviting myself over to his house, he was really putting his all into making sure that I was treated as a guest and that I got cheered up.

As I was laughing at Dmitry's antics, another person walks out of Dmitry's bedroom. I immediately stop laughing, and feel fear wash over me until the figure steps out into the light, revealing that it is just Alexander.

"Oh, hey Alexander." I give him a little finger wave, as I don't know him that well, and he is also Tiffany's ex. I don't care how unsympathetic Tiffany is being right now, Girl Code is Girl Code; if he broke her heart, I am more than willing to break him.

Sleepily Alexander turns to Dmitry and says "hey babe, why is Nicolas' girlfriend here?"

"I am not Nicolas' girlfriend." I protest, willfully ignoring the babe part in order to get to the bottom of the 'Nicolas' girlfriend' statement.

Alexander snorts and sits next to Dmitry on the couch. "Please, I live with the guy, and everyday its like 'Do you think I should text Evelyn?' or 'My dad is trying to get me to settle down, do you think Evelyn will go out with me?' He walks around with his heart on his sleeve at home and I think it's ridiculous he won't just ask you out already."

"Wait, so if you live with Nicolas, then why are you here at this time at night?"

Alexander looks at Dmitry and when he nods, Alexander says "well, actually... Dmitry and I are dating."

I lean back a little bit, just to get a better look at the two, then I nod. Honestly? They make a cute couple.

"But... wait. That makes you gay?" I direct the questions at Dmitry.

"Duh."

"Then you lied to me when we first met, when you said you were straight."

"What can I say? I was in the closet."

I just sat there for a few minutes, before just kinda accepting it; I'll grill Dmitry in the morning for the tea, but right now it was fuck all AM so I was dead ass tired. But, before I can suggest going to bed, a pounding on the door makes everyone jump.

Word Count: 1393 Words

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Don't worry, some good things are coming in the next chapter ;) (no, not like that, get your minds out of the gutter).

I'm back from my grandparents, so back on the grind.

-3AMmayhem