When You Said You Love Me

Chapter Nineteen

The clock chimes the hour
As I step into the glass.
The situation is grim
And my thoughts are all fleeting.

This sweet has gone sour
As the moments pass.
Upon this deathly whim
Lies an ever fatal meeting.

If being together
Hurt from the start
Why, then, do we suffer
When we are apart?

He says he's gonna make it up to me.
I only half believe him when he says hes not leaving to go to work. Especially when he's already halfway out the door when he says it. He tells me that it's somethin' else.
I don't expect him to return anytime soon, so I give Tristan a call.
He answers after a couple rings.
"Hey, it's me. Ya busy?" I ask.
"Oh, hey Joey! Nah, I'm not busy." The sound of him shifting on the other end makes the line go all fuzzy before he settles. "What's up? Something finally happen with that jerk?"
"What? No!" I say, scrunching my nose up and shakin' my head even though he can't see me. "I just wanted to talk. He went out somewhere, and I'm not sure when he'll be back."
"Okay. Well, you can always count on me if he needs put in his place." Tristan says. I roll my eyes, movin' the conversation to somethin' else. I don't know how long we talk about random things, but I only go to hang up when I  hear the doorknob turn.
I'm just sayin' bye to Tristan when Seto walks in, a frown on his face like always.
"Who was that?" He asks.
"Oh, monitorin' my calls now?" I ask, and he scrunches his nose up and waves the question away.
"Whatever. I don't feel like arguing right now." He says, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. He pulls a box out of his pocket, holding it out to me.
"What's this?" I ask, taking it and squinting at him.
"Don't look so suspicious." He says, offended. He glares slightly, although his eyes dart to the side and it kinda looks like he's blushing. "We skipped the whole courting process, so..."
He trails off and I look down at the box, confused. 'He's... giving me a gift?'
I expect it to be some super expensive jewelry or something, but when I open it my eyes widen. He looks at my expression intently, then looks away when he realises that I'm looking at him. He crosses his arms, letting out a huff. "Well? You like that type of thing, right?"
I pick up the laser pointer, frowning slightly and raising an eyebrow. "Uh, what am I supposed to do with-"
I press the button, about to mention my lack of a pet cat, when I stop short. Instead of a red dot, a little hologram of Baby Dragon appears. He waddles in circles, and when my finger leaves the button he vanishes again. Seto laughs at my reaction and I turn to glare at him. "This must've cost you an arm and a leg! I don't want some expensive gift, you know? Gee, how am I gonna top this..."
He waves his hand dismissively, closing his eyes with a slightly annoyed look on his face. "I didn't buy it, genius. You look like the kind of guy that would appreciate a hand made gift."
"H-hand made?! No way! You can't convince me that you didn't have some sorta machine make this." I say, completely floored.
"Yes, but it was my machine, and my idea, so it counts." He argues.
"It totally does not!" I counter. Even so, I loop it onto my keychain. I'm such a sucker for cute things. Ironic, I know.

We spend the rest of the day together, just talking mostly. We go to the huge sitting room and watch some shows, making critiques and talking to the stupid people on screen. During an episode of Fondant Drama, a competitor ends up trying to sabotage someone else's cake, and I hear a scoff from Seto. I look over at him, not expecting him to have gotten so into the show.
"I would have my attorney en route in a heartbeat." He mutters, and I almost choke on the soda I'd been drinkin'. I splutter for a moment, some of it spewing out before I can swallow it. Seto sits up quickly, his eyes widening.
"J-Joey-- not on the carpet!"
"Whhhgh?!" I let out a noise of indignation (big word, I know. I been studyin'), then swallow the soda in my mouth. "You almost kill me and all yer worried 'bout is the carpet?!"
"Well, what were you laughing about?!" He asks, throwing his hands up with a huff.
"Are you kiddin' me? What you were sayin', duh."
"What I was saying wasn't even that funny!"
"Yes, it wa-"
And then we're kissing.

He pushes me down on the sofa, and my head is swimmin', and my heart is racin', and how did this happen?!
As soon as we come to our senses, Seto pulls away and slides to the other end of the sofa. His hand is over his mouth, and his eyes are wide. My gut twists at the look on his face, but I know that I shouldn't feel that bad.
We haven't been together very long, and it's not like he has much of a choice if he doesn't want my blood on his hands.
I don't realise I've kinda zoned out until Seto waves his hand in front of my face. "Hey, mutt, I'm talking to you."
I blink, then prop myself up on my hands and glare at him. "Maybe speak up then, Moneybags."
"I was trying to apologise." He says, and I look away as he tries to look into my eyes. My mood starts to sink even further, and it's obvious that he can tell.
"I wasn't actually worried about the carpet, Joey."
I look at him, my eyes widening a bit. He rolls his eyes at the look I give him, smacking my arm lightly. "Move over Mutt. Give me some room."
I sigh and lay back down, pressing my back against the back of the sofa and watching him crawl over to me. For the moment that he's hovering over me, my heart stops.
I want him to lean down and kiss me again.
Instead, he lays down beside me and wraps an arm around me. We look into each others eyes for a moment before I get too flustered and turn to face away from him.
"What are we even doing?" I ask.
He's quiet for a long time, his chest pressed against my back and an arm around me and clinging to my chest. His breathing is slow, and I wonder if he's fallen asleep. Maybe he's tired?
After a few minutes though, he rests his forehead against the back of my shoulder and responds in a soft voice.

"I don't know."

//1164 words!
//sorry if it seems a bit rusty. I have WrItEr'S bLoCk.