Cookies & Cream Ch. 6

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Going home...

Submitted: December 29, 2010

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“It's time I went home now, Billy.” He turned from the sink and lowered his head. He wore nothing but some boxer briefs, but these were navy blue. What was with him and clothes? Not that I minded, but he was distracting. “Yeah, I know.” he exhaled. Both hands were holding onto the counter like it was supporting him. I walked up to him with his head still down. “I have school in the morning and work in the tomorrow evening.” I explained. “I have work too. I guess I need to drop you off now, so we can get this over with.” his rudeness surprised me. “What-” he cut me off. “I'll put some clothes on so you can go.” he left me in the kitchen alone still standing there. He came back wearing a white v neck and blue jeans with a garbage bag in his hand. “Your clothes are in here. Let's go!” he barked.

While in his car I had the urge to cry my eyes out. I didn't want to end us, but there was no future for us. We lived different lives and I didn't want to get hurt anymore. This was right. I was doing the right thing. The more away we are from each other, the easier we can sort out our true feelings. I could get over him. Right? “You forgot to ask me where I lived.” I stared ahead afraid my eyes would fill up with water and show how a coward I really was. “I read it on your licenses.” “Good to know.” I eased my head back to relieve the heaviness I felt. Slowly my eyes closed.

Iopen my eyes to the light in my eyes again. I was still in his bed. Why am I not home? I thought angrily. He lied to me. I moved to his side, where he slept facing me with a small smile on his face. I immediately softened my stern face. Hating him would be hard, but what about school and my job. They probably fire me. I panicked, pulling him out of sleep to force him to take me home, but I was the one who woke up instead. My dream with Billy usually ends with sex, but I just stared at him sleeping like he was doing me as I woke.

My bed seemed harder compared to his, it wasn't right. “I'm sorry I acted like an ass earlier.” worry filled his eyes. I warmed to his touch; it felt like forever since he touched me. “I talked to your mom. She's pretty nice. I told her I was your boyfriend; I thought that would make more since instead of telling her the truth.” “And what is the truth, Billy? I sat up but felt dizzy still. “Sweetie? Good your up.” My mom entered with water and two aspirins. “Hey, mama.” “I've been talking to this good man right here. Where have you been hiding him?” “More like he's been hiding me.” I mumbled. “What sweetie?” she asked. “Nothing. Mom shouldn't you be at work?” I said eying the clock on my wall. “Yes, I guess so. I've been running my mouth with Billy here.” She kissed my forehead and said her goodbyes. After an agonizing moment of silent, I spoke, “You can go, she's gone now. You don't have to pretend to care.” I told him. “I wasn't pretending. I was just upset. Why do you want me to go so badly?” he asked. I looked up at him like he was blind. How could he not know how his presence alone puts a smile on my face? How he is the only one who touches me like a flower, but can also be rough in the right ways. Why did he want to torture me in a relationship that would only last a few days and that was it? The end. I couldn't bare it.

I turned my head to the bear white walls, “Stop doing that.” he turned my chin to face him. I had a tear fall on my chin. “Life is too short to have love walk away.” he said wiping it with his thumb. “Love! You don't love me and I don't love you.” I whispered the last part not even believing it myself, because he didn't either. “How about I bring your favorite pizza and-” I cut him off, “No! I want you to leave. Get that through your head. Stop trying to act like were in a relationship, because this isn’t normal. A one night stand is just that, one night. So go!” I stood in front of him with rage, I could feel my head about to blow but I kept my balance. “If that's what you want, I'm gone.” he said. “Go then.” I followed him in front of the door and locked it. I slid down the smooth door pouring in tears. Forget the headache; I was now having a migraine.


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