Yin and Yang

Ch.20- It's over

Angie's p.o.v

"Sweet pea!" I giggled as he kissed all over my stomach, then ribs, then chest, and back down to my tummy. He wasn't doing it to be sexy though, no, he was doing it because he remembered how much it tickles me. I was gasping for air by the time he finally let up, and he just grinned at me when I glared at him.

"I love you." He laughed while he said it.

"Kiss ass, I'm not falling for it." I turned my head away from him and crossed my arms.

"Aw babygirl you know I didn't mean to make you upset. I really do love you." He started kissing on my neck. "And you know you love me too." He continued his trail, gently grazing his teeth across my skin.

"Nuh-uh." I knew if I didn't tease I'd fall into his trap too quickly. He just laughed gently and put his arms under my back to pull me towards him. My chest was flush to his and he kissed along my jaw.

"You sure about that?" He continued his assault. It took all my strength not to give in.

"Mm-hmm." He stopped just above my lips so that I could feel them moving on mine when he talked.

"Well that's a shame." With that he pulled away from me altogether. I gasped at how cold it was.

"No! Ok, I give in. I love you more than anything. More than the world!"

"Thought so." He smirked and pounced on me capturing my lips in his for a heady kiss.

I shot straight up in my bed, the memories making my chest constrict. It'd been like that all night, it's like my mind was remembering for him. I wish it wouldn't, the reminders hurt like hell. I groaned and flopped back down on my bed. Last night had been rough and I wanted to forget, but I knew I never would. The painful ones stick around the longest.

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Last night

Sweet Pea and I had made it back to the Angel house and I was explaining everything that had happened this summer hoping something would click if I did. My explanation took nearly 3 hours and that's when I realized that we had had one hell of a summer.

He listened intently to every word, like I was telling him the best story he'd ever heard. He'd smile at some things, laugh at others. When I told him about Michaela he looked like he was ready to cry, but never did recognition flash across his face and it hurt.

"Well, that's pretty much it... do you, uh, you know, remember?" He gave me a look of pity and I knew he didn't remember anything.

"I'm sorry. I believe what you told me is the truth, but I... I don't remember any of it for myself. Again, I'm so sorry, it's sounds like we really cared about each other."

Cared. Past tense. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and turned away from him before he could see. How had everything gone so wrong, so fast?

"How about I take you home, and I'll have one of the girls drive your bike. I'll tell Fangs to take you to a hospital tomorrow to be sure everything else is okay, but I think it's best we all get some rest." He nodded, again with a look of pity on his face, and began getting ready to leave.

The ride to Riverdale was a little awkward since we were sharing a bike, but I didn't let it show. We pulled up to Sweet pea's tent and he quickly got off, giving a small wave in goodbye before disappearing into the tent.

Instead of driving, I walked to Fangs' trailer to give myself a minute. It wasn't very far, and I half considered walking right past it. The fresh air felt amazing. I pushed the thought from my mind and climbed the stairs to knock on the door.