First,I'm sorry took me like FOREVER to post this chapter but my beta was busy and I think is rude of me to push her since she's being sooo nice to me :)
Second,I had no idea who Lewis was until I read a few fics and I made my proper google thingie...glad to know Bobby has a buddy to talk to!
btw,for those who understand spanish PREPARE YOURSELFS! I'll be writing a CI fic pretty soon :) my friends are kinda scare I'm losing my mother tongue lol
ENJOY!!!!!
Fran
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That little weird conversation with Eames made me want to slap myself. And get some drinks. Where the hell did that come from? I don't understand how she noticed everything I do. And why does it bother her so much that I don't flirt with her? It's not that I don't want to, because I do. But, every time I try to be extremely nice or even give her that "charming smile" she talks about, a voice in my head says Bobby, control yourself, she's your partner and I regret even thinking about it. Call me an idiot, but I'm trying to preserve my friendship with Alex. I don't think she's ugly. As a matter of fact, I think she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
See? Told you I'm not stupid.
"So, what brings us here today, Bobby?" my dear friend Lewis asks, while we sat at the bar; cold drinks in our hands. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Yeah, kinda." I take a sip of my drink, as Lewis stares at me. "I had a little argument with Alex."
"What did you do this time?"
"It's the lack of action she complains about." I shake my head at how wrong it sounded. "It's not what you think."
"I haven't said anything." He smiles.
"She thinks I don't flirt with her because she's ugly," I say. "Which, as you know, is not true."
"And what is the truth, my friend?" He takes a sip of his own drink, as I think of a way to tell him without him thinking I'm crazy.
"Promise me you won't think I'm nuts?"
"Too late, I already do." He smiles again. "Okay, I promise not to think you're nuts."
I sigh heavily and play with my already empty glass. I refuse to refill it again, worried I'll be to drunk to explain myself.
"The reason why I don't do it is because I wanna do more than that. I wanna do something else than flirt..."
"What do you mean 'something else'?" he asks, half-confused, half-drunk.
"You know? More." I lower down my gaze and shake my head. "I thought you were smarter than this, Lewis. I'm disappointed."
Suddenly, he got it. I guess the huge amount of alcohol was getting to his brain, but not faster than I thought. He pats my back and laughs. Now, I remember why I don't like to talk about Eames with him; he's been trying to set me up with her for years.
"Naughty boy!"
"See? This is why I can't behave around her the same way I do with other woman. She'll think I'm crazy or worse; she'll think I'm a pervert."
"First, I'm sure she already thinks you're crazy. Second, you're a man, she's a woman. She won't think you're a pervert if you ask her out or anything."
"She's my partner, I can't do or think that way." I sigh again and focus on my empty glass.
"Bobby, you're stupid."
I don't protest. I saw that coming; I accept my defeat.
"And blind as a bat. You like her, she likes you, why don't you do something about it?"
I shake my head at his words. "She doesn't like me."
He laughs and takes a sip of his drink. "Yeah, she does! I mean, why other reason would she be complaining on your lack of attention toward her?"
Could Alex really like me? Like, more than a friend?
"She's upset," I whispered.
"Correction. She's jealous."
Call me crazy, like many other people already do, but I think he's right. Or maybe deep inside, I want him to be right.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow," I say. "If I go to her place now, she'll kick me out because I'm drunk."
"You and me both, buddy."
TBC
