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Kyle stood there watching the childish bicker between his mother and I take place. I started to feel bad for him because he doesn't know whose side to take and although I'm making a valid point, his mother had always been there for him and that shows clearly.
"I forgive you," I say at his mom while she rants on and on about where he picked me up from and how I don't have decency or class.
She looks at me flabbergasted and raises her eyebrows. "I did not ask for your forgiveness," she says sternly.
"But I'm giving it to you anyway," I smile brightly. "Kyle dear, I think we should get going now," I say sweetly, giving her an eye.
By the look on his face I can see that he's well frustrated and unhappy about everything and I feel the pang of guilt in my stomach. He went out of his way to get along with my mother and I couldn't even return the small favor.
When we're outside I cup his chin with my face and notice that he is worn out and emotional about something. "Kyle?" I ask, my voice cracking at the end at the sight of tears in his eyes. It's difficult to look at someone you adore and see them struggle from within.
"I'm sorry," he whispers as he holds me tightly in his embrace, almost crushing me. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive you for," I say when he pulls back and I look up at his eyes. So much anguish and sadness.
"This is why I don't like bringing anyone home," he drops his head and I rub his back as I stare at the back of his head, trying to understand where his mother is coming from. "She always has these invisible and invincible standards which she assesses everyone by. Then she's such a bitch to them when they don't meet her requirements. And I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry," he cups my cheeks and stares me dead in the eyes. I stare helplessly as I await his next words. Is he really going to stay far from me because his mother doesn't approve?
"You're sorry for?"
"Giving you such an experience. I really do hope you stay with me despite all these problems and heartaches-"
"And accusations and judgments," I add with a giggle as I nod my head yes.
"I could kiss you right now but I want to save it for later," he rests his forehead against mine and all I heard was 'I could kiss you'. My heart and stomach decided to take a dive. "Let's go?"
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"You can choose a song," he says as he turns on the engine of his grey metallic Porsche GT3. The car has that new smell which I'm fond of. The interior is black and dark grey with some parts of it red like the seat-belt buckle and the pedals.
The interior is black and dark grey with some parts of it red like the seat-belt buckle and the pedals
I boot the touch screen and a display of Radio and Bluetooth and other stuff appear. I tap on Radio and the music blasts throughout the car, making me wince. I whisper a quick apology as I turn down the volume and he just shakes his head teasingly.
He asks for my address and enters it on the GPS and we talk about random things, that was until my favourite part of my favourite song song came and I sang out loud out of tune but mostly shamelessly.
"So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night, and I go back to December all the time," I sing out loud. Kyle gives me a weird side glance but I don't mind him as I continue singing as if my life depended on it.
Kyle's POV
One time she's shy and wordless, the next she is a mouthful that will put anyone in their rightful place. Then soon after that she's being a child again. I like how she switches her personality so quickly, adjusting to the moment. I wish we could all do that. I wish my mom could do that.
"Over here," she points to the building of apartments and I turn the engine off after parking in the empty lot. The building looks great from the outside. I take her suitcase as she gets her backpack and goes to the man at reception, greeting him cheerfully.
'You can learn more about someone's character by the way they treat someone that can do nothing for them,' my mentor's words run through my mind and my eyes are glued to Tess as she interacts with the older man before collecting her room keys and turning to me, signalling for me to go with her.
We take the elevator and she goes to room 143 and slides the key in, switching on the lights. It's a bit dark due to the heavy solid curtains and the room looks comfy.
"Welcome to my humble abode. Cute, yeah?" she smiles devilishly at me and I nod my head, biting down my smile. I liked her place. It was screaming her name all around.
"Can I help you unpack?" I ask her. Anything to stall and waste as much time as possible. I don't want to go back home, surely my mother will be there.
"If it's not too much trouble with your mom," she flicks her tongue. "I mean, c'mon, she doesn't like me already. You staying any longer might just bless me with more dislikes."
"She's that bad, huh?" I say slowly as I stalk towards her and she moves back, trapping herself between me and the fridge behind her.
"Oh, no, her presence is a blessing. I like it!"
"No, don't lie." No one could enjoy my mother's presence.
"Yeah, I don't. I'm sorry," she chuckles, gently pushing me away. I take her small hands in mine and pull her closer to me against my chest as I look into her eyes. Her small nose is pink and her lips are pressed closed, making me smile because I want to kiss her but she's anxious.
I trail my hand along the side of her face and feel the heat radiating from her skin onto mine. Or from mine onto hers. I don't know. All I know is that she's the one I want, and I'd wait for her to give herself to me if I had to.
"I see you're flustered so I'll make tea while you unpack your stuff," I say as I move aside and let her pass. She disappears behind her bedroom door and I take the time to look around her place. The kitchen isn't first class, but it sure is well equipped. I'm supporting her style and decor a whole lot. I filled the kettle and powered it on.
I'm supporting her style and decor abilities, if it's that
Her place looks like different rooms cut out from a catalogue and then pasted on one page to make a home
Her place looks like different rooms cut out from a catalogue and then pasted on one page to make a home. I smile because that's also how I like my place is. One side of her living space is darker and filled with cushions and carpets and all things soft, and the other side closer to the glass door looks calmer and lighter with a double couch and coffee table.
One side of her living space is darker and filled with cushions and carpets and all things soft, and the other side closer to the glass door looks calmer and lighter with a double couch and coffee table
Out of curiosity I go to her room and see that the door is left partially closed
Out of curiosity I go to her room and see that the door is left partially closed. I let myself into her bedroom and take a look inside. Her bed is in the far corner and she has random stuff hanging on her wall. I know I'd love to snuggle up in her bed, it just looks so soft and cozy. I can already imagine myself and Tess cuddles up in bed reading or talking. Or doing other stuff if she lets me.
"I just finished unpacking," she says as she comes in sight, her hair up in a bun and she's changed into baggy sweats and a loose t-shirt, wearing socks
"I just finished unpacking," she says as she comes in sight, her hair up in a bun and she's changed into baggy sweats and a loose t-shirt, wearing socks.
"Where's your dad?" I ask without thinking and immediately regret it when I see the scowl on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's no problem, really," she lays down on her bed and pats the place next to her. I sit on her bed and she starts talking. "I don't know. I hadn't heard from him in so long. I heard he got engaged to a woman 3 times younger though," she added, cursing under her breath. "I wonder who in his right mind told him that it's acceptable to pick his fiancée over his god-damn daughter."
"Do you know where he is currently?"
"Probably sucking another woman's face," she says bitterly. "He was always the one to settle for no less than 6 females at a time. One of the reasons my parents separated," she pauses and sits up right, folding her legs.
"I kid you not, he once tried to set me up with one of his gambling partners because apparently 'I needed to cool off and loosen up'!" she says angrily, making air quotes. "But enough about him, let's talk about you and-" she stops mid-sentence and opens her eyes, looking flustered. I instantly click what she almost said.
"You want to talk about us?" I ask her as I swiftly move to her side and wrap my arms around her shoulders, sitting behind her and letting her nestle in the space between my legs. "Let's see," I say, pretending to think long and hard. How do I even begin to tell her my honest thoughts and feelings?