Shakers Dreams

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He steps slowly towards me as i slowly rise to my feet to face what i have done and more importantly to face him.

Hes wearing his high vis shirt and cargo pants down to the work boots. The fury in his eyes darken the blue shade but he still looks just as i remember him. How he looked when i first laid eyes on him. Just more angry this time.

Neither of us have said a word. But his expression says it all. He finally breaks eye contact turning he heads for the kicthen. I dont move just planted in my spot like im a tourist observing a semi tamed wild animal and im standing in its enclosure.

He rips open the mini bar and takes out a whisky drinking it in one go. "Cheers." he spits out, he then grabs another one "Since i'm paying anyway." I cringe, Watching him then down another.

I dont even know what to say. I knew he was going to be mad, im not even sure if that was the point i wanted to make. Why i like pissing him off i have no idea.

"You know the clothes i understood, shoes, bags even the fucken watch." His voice coming out low.

He turns to face me. His eyes peircing mine. "The plane ticket, food. Fuck even this hotel." He says a little louder now.

Taking a step closer to me.

"All that shit i was going to let slide."

Im lost for words.

"But then." He says with a sarcastic smile appearing.

"I missed a call from fucken jeff." He laughs.

But hes not happy. And im not laughing. Jeff said i had to the fucken weekend.

"You know jeff don't you mads? Tall, blonde hair, sells fucken cars for a living." He spits out. Right now, i hate jeff. Dylan must have returned his stupid call.

I bite my lip stopping myself from saying anything stupid. Taking a step back needing distance fighting my body from pulling him into me.

Though i do deserve it.

"Why are you doing this?" He asks taking another step forward and i mirror him taking one back. Feeling slightly thrown by his question and calmer tone.

He releases a breath stopping his advance as i do the same.

"Im sure your fucken smart mouth worked while buying the car, so answer the fucken question." His eyes glide down my body the same way he use to look before he kissed me and for a split second i thought he would.

I nearly forgot. He never kisses me when he's upset with me.

Taking a deep breath i straighten up.

"I dont know what to say." I reply honestly. Maybe i just wanted to see him again, maybe i just wanted a new car, a car in memory of him. Possibly just to piss him off make him hurt just like i have been all this time. Im going to go with all of the above.

He shakes his head in frustration. "Why? Tell me why the fuck would you spend over $200,000.?" He snaps. Is he talking about just the car or is that everything i have spent?

"I dont know why!" I shout back at him. Taking him by surprise.

"I dont know why i didnt keep my promise, i dont know why i didnt come back with you when i should of but most of all i dont know why i still fucken care about you!"

I refuse to tell him that i still love him as i know he will have a panic attack and run like a tantruming baby. But he's standing only metres in front of me, knowing i can no longer touch him is killing me.