Tristan
I wanted change. I really do. And I didn’t want it just for me, but for the both of us. I wanted this little war pranks between us to end, and maybe just maybe we could coexist and live in peace.
The morning incident lingered longer in my head than I thought it would. I was happy that moment happened than having us fight or disagree over the bed situation. I was tired of feeling defeated and bad in her eyes, and as I craved for this change, I also prayed it would be good for the both of us.
To my dismay, we didn’t have breakfast together, nor did we ride to the office together. She had left even before I could offer her a ride and she had eaten in her room yet again.
It was like one step forward and two more backwards. A circle of event I wanted to change too. I needed a difference, her attention or her good side, I needed something that wasn’t this at least.
Why I did all of this? I didn’t understand. It made no sense to me as to why I cared. I just knew from the night I saw her in Micah hands, that I needed to be a different person, a good different person a better person to say the most.
I drugged myself with the business of the day, trying as hard to not be distracted. Not that it was such a bad thing, but I just needed to stay focused. While at it, my door busted open and there she was walking right through it, with her perfect body.
“What stunt are you pulling now,” She yelled at me, and I’ll start I have never seen that side of her before. I was surprised but immediately hid it with a guard on my face which seem to not have had any effect on her.
She want on rambling talking about rumors and the car
“Bewitching seducing,” She said and I swear my heart did a high jump to that..
What did they say,” I asked calmly again..
“I wasn’t so pretty,” She responded and I felt this rush of anger down my spine. That wasn’t true, that was a lie. I wanted to yell that to her, I wanted to tell her how mesmerizing and unapologetically beautiful she was but instead I said nothing and started to laugh thinking she was crazy if she believed any of it.
But then she started to laugh too, so carefree that it was so beautiful to watch. Those smile was so genuine that she looked like a kid with absolutely nothing to worry about. But things took a different turn rapidly than I had expected. Not like I was complaining or didn’t like it. I loved it, infant. I loved the position we were in, it was so sensual that it took every ounce of self control to hold myself back from doing something to her. It was like at that moment I was intoxicated by her.
*Present*
Right now we were at the restaurant and I plan of keeping my words on the promise I made to her. I won’t hurt her, I’ll just be good. A good friend maybe or just roommate like she had said earlier…
“You like the food,” I asked her and she nod her head chewing afterwards.
“Good,” She said. Unsure of what to say next. We’ve never talked before more like never had any longer last conversation. We just stayed by ourselves and work, that was the most of it for us.
“Now this is awkward,” I thought and gave a light smile to her and continued digging my food.
Isabella
We gazed at each other and he gave a light smile at me. Truthfully the food taste amazing and this was going really nice, but it’s obvious we had little to nothing to say to each other which was awkward. Very much awkward if I’m being sincere.
I look around us, and everyone there was chatting away and enjoying their meal. There was laughter and smiles all around us and it seem like we ware the only two people in the room whom have nothing to say to each other.
I needed to do something, I wanted to break the silence, so I worked my brain up and thought of what to say.
“You eat here often?” I said in a such a low tone that I doubt he heard me.
“No, only on special occasions,” He responded
“Oh really, like what?” I inquired curiously, with gleam in my eyes.
“Dates and holidays with Lily,” He gazed at me briefly before going back to his food.
“Of course Lily. What else was I thinking,” I thought, mentally rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, She must have been special,” I commented sweetly, and then I thought of how maybe I might have ruined things for them because of the sadness and anger I felt then and still do now. But I wasn’t such a terrible person, but maybe I am…
“She was good,” He responded simply and I didn’t understand what that meant but just nod my head at him…
“What did good mean? What did being good mean to him?” Those questions I wanted to ask. Weirdly I wanted to understand him, know why he says things like that, know why he does the things he did, know how he thinks. Weirdly I wanted to be in his brain, get into his head. I didn’t understand why I wanted to do that, or why I felt that way, but weirdly I just wanted to do it. I wanted to be in his head.
“So what’s your favorite place?” He asked breaking my thoughts…
“Favorite thoughts?” I looked confused..
“Yeah like a, restaurant for special occasions,” He explained.
“Oh,” I said bewildered.
This was the first of it. The first time we talked outside work, and the first time he wanted to know my likes.
“What’s happening? Does he really want to be friends?” I thought..
“Home,” I said with joy mixed with sadness…
“That’s my favorite place for special occasions,” I tell him and laughed, and he locked please.
“Where’s home?” He inquired with the look of curiosity like he really wanted to know.
“In San Francisco,”
“I want to see home muffin,” He said..
“What?” I looked at him star struck…