I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

3: Amends

"You know me well. I don't explain."

I've Told You Now by Sam Smith

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When I woke up the following morning, I had a bit of a headache. Worse, however, was the fact that I woke up alone in bed. Again. Why the hell can’t he be bothered to stay until the morning? Why does he even sneak out and go back to his room?

I sighed as I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, looking for some painkillers. While I was doing that, I caught a reflection of myself on the mirror. My eyelids were puffy, my eyes were red, my hair was a mess and it wasn’t even the sexy kind. How the fuck does Beyonce do it. I wake up and I look like shit. I feel like shit. I let out another sigh and grabbed the pill bottle before going out to get some water.

I was greeted by the scent of bacon. In the kitchen was Scott, cooking while wearing an apron and humming softly. The dining table was set differently. The red cloth was still there; however the fancy china were replaced with our regular ones. Two venti Starbucks cups sat on the table along with french toast and scrambled eggs. I watched Scott as he transferred the bacon from the pan to the plate he was holding. When he spun around and saw me, the grin on his face was replaced with an awkward smile.

“Baby... I was going to wake you up when it was all set.” He walked over to the table and put down the plate in his hand. Then he walked towards me while removing his apron but stopped when he was a foot away. “I’m really sorry about last night. I know this doesn’t even compare to what you did and it’s not enough to make it up to you… But…” He stepped forward but hesitated at the last second. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

I took a step sideward and made my way to the dining table. I sat on one of the chairs before glancing back at him. “These look good.”

Scott followed and sat opposite me. “Mitch…”

I grabbed a fork and speared a strip of bacon then ate it silently. It was my favorite, and he cooked it just the way I liked it. I had to stop myself from closing my eyes and making inappropriate sounds. I took another strip and ate it as well while my eyes tried to dodge his.

He kept silent and just watched me eat. He looked very uncomfortable and unsure of what he was supposed to do.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing either but it brought me comfort knowing that he was squirming in his seat. Besides, I was hungry. And my head still hurt.

The french toast also looked delicious so I ate those next. The whole time Scott didn’t say a word, didn’t touch anything on the table.

I was still a quite hungry but I was done with my little show. I brought out the painkillers and took two pills out. There was nothing but the coffee on the table so I grabbed the cup. That’s when I noticed that he scribbled a little message on the side. It said:

        “I’m sorry, baby. =’(“

I refused to. I didn’t want to. But I felt my resolve weaken. And then I looked into his eyes and my walls fell apart.

Scott must have seen through me because he finally moved. He reached for my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze then smiled at me.

I smiled back.

I didn’t have to say anything else but I knew that Scott knew that he was forgiven. In a way.

I popped the pills and downed it with coffee before standing up. I started walking back to my room but Scott caught up with me and grabbed my arm and pulled me into an embrace.

It took all of three seconds before I hugged him back. Tightly. I mentally cursed myself while doing it but I kept holding on to him.

I rested my head on his shoulder, tried to enjoy the comfort of his arms and drown out the voices in my head. After a couple of seconds I pushed him back gently. “I need to get dressed.”

His brows furrowed. “I thought you were free for the day?”

I am. “I have a couple of errands to run.”

“I can go with you,” he offered.

That would be lovely. Or maybe not. I think I need to be alone.  “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

I’m not. But please insist some more. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Oh. “And you? Plans?”

He shrugged. “Nothing final for today.”

So Alex plans. My heart squeezed at the thought. “Right. See you at dinner, I guess?”

“Sure.”

I turned around but not before Scott gave me a quick peck on the cheeks.

For the next hour I took a long, lazy shower. There was nothing in particular I wanted to do. I thought about texting my friends and asking them to hang out, but I knew that they’d just be asking about Scott and I wasn’t in the mood for some scolding. Or hearts-to-hearts.

By the time I headed out it was lunch time. I was actually glad that Scott did not insist on going with me. I realized that I need time alone. I went to a nearby bookstore and purchased a book on music that seemed interesting enough. I proceeded to a coffee shop afterwards where I ate late lunch and spent the rest of my afternoon there, immersed in the book, momentarily forgetting the fiasco that was the previous night and breakfast.

It was dusk when I arrived home. I was expecting to come home to an empty apartment. However as soon as I got to the front door, I heard laughing from the inside and my heart sank.

He’s here.

I thought about leaving again but eventually decided against it. I put my keys in the knob and silently entered.

“Oh, hi, Mitch!” greeted Alex with a huge grin on his face.

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