When You Need Me

When You Need Me

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"Mae, I tried." You could tell he was desperate the way he cried. It was hard to say no to him, especially since his mom had just died. "I know you did." I wanted to say more but I just stood there staring back at him. Him and I used to date. We were so easy to be together. All but once. It was really hard to have him over for dinner if it would be that awkward, even though my parents really liked him. Andy. "Maybe another time." Not. There was no going back with him. I turned to look at him once more. You could have had him, I thought to my self sadly. "Oh Mae." I mumble to myself "You were so close to keeping him if it weren't for that one moment were everything fell apart." "Mae?" It was Andy. "Please." "Haven't you learned that please won't get you everything?" I snapped at him. He stepped back cautiously. "My house seems to be the only place I can get away from you and you still come." Tears welled up in his blue eyes. First his mom and now me. "Well, if that's how you feel."
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Unlikely

I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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