Ye Olde Mob Talker Mod Fan Fiction

Chapter Eight: Lacking Social Skills

Clayton's POV

        Anya led me into the main room, then took off the chest piece. She wore nothing underneath, save for her bra. She handed me the chest piece, which I examined closely, noticing small scratches in the metal. When I look up, I see her with her hands behind her head, her hair loose, her right leg crossing her left, only in her underwear, a half smile, and a sexual desire in her eyes.

        "So, where's the rest of the armor?" I asked. She drops her arms to her side, and looks at me as if I was stupid.

        "Really? Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked me in a serious tone. I nod.

        "Yeeeessssss... Why?" I ask. She storms off to her room, and slams the door. I stood in the living room, holding my chest piece.

        "Sooo... What do I do now?"

Anya's POV

        "That jackass!" I thought to myself. "I should just tell him what I wanted for once!" My thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door opening.

        "Uh, Anya?" I hear Clayton say.

        "The fuck do you want?" I yell at him.

        "I wanted to say sorry, and if you still want to... I can-" I interrupted him.

        "Clayton... You're the one person I loved... And... Just... No, I don't want to anymore... I wanted the feeling to be mutual, but I can see it's not." I told him, feeling suddenly depressed. He came in and sat down next to me.

        "Anya, I've never been good with emotions. For as long as I can remember, though that's only about a week, I have trouble feeling anything. But, I can kinda feel other people's basic emotions. You, for example, are saddened." Clayton continued. All of what he said made me extremely emotional, and I burst out in tears for the first time in years. I buried my face in Clayton's shoulder. He put his arms around me and hugged me, trying to comfort me.

        "Okay, calm down, calm, calm..." He whispered softly, rubbing my back and slowly rocking side to side.

        "I-I just want-ted you t-to love me!" I cried out, with my sobs making it sound next to gibberish. Clayton kissed the top of my head, calming me down to the point my crying was merely whimpering.

        "It's okay Anya... I do love you, but not in that way." Clayton told me. The exhaustion from the crying suddenly hit me, and I fell asleep.