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Chapter 2 - Mistake

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Remy's P.O.V

I've dreamed of this moment, when I could finally face Turner, alone and helpless.

He looks at me with wide eyes. Naturally, he was so scared since he started dating. Like a bunny scared of its predator.

"Are you okay?" I asked smiling. I wanted to give him a sense of security, but an almost discreet security. I approached him and touched his shoulders; we were so close. I could smell his brown hair; always so well maintained.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine…" He took a step back, because he didn't want Gary to see us together. If the imaginary boy appeared, the consequences would be disastrous.

He looked away, lowering his head, and he started rubbing his hands together in a clear sign of nervousness. I remained calm, I didn't fear what Gary would do to me. I don't like fights, but if he wanted to play the macho, I would show him that I'm not weak as he thinks.

Silence prevailed for a few minutes. I looked at Timmy and he was unable to look into my eyes, but somehow, I knew what was going through his mind. He was confused, but fear dominated him. He was afraid of just about everything! This is one of the reasons why I wanted to kill Gary.

"So, kids!" a female voice sounded. I quickly turned to face Wanda. "I'll leave the two of you alone." When she finished she smirked and left the kitchen, leaving us alone.

"It's been some time since we were alone, hasn't it?" Now it was my turn to be nervous, because I was afraid of Timmy's answer. I didn't want him to be mad at me.

His perfectly shaped eyebrows arched and he looked at me for the first time. His blue eyes contained a very innocent glow.

"Yeah…true…" Nutshell. He was not about to talk and I didn't understand it. Timmy's confidence was something that money couldn't buy and it made me angry. Damn you, Gary!

I approached him again and he retreated, so I held his waist tightly. I didn't want him to escape, not now. He was clearly startled by my actions, and he tried to struggle, but I was stronger. He raised his head and looked directly into my green eyes.

"Let me go…" The male voice came shy, and he held the arms that were attached to his waist.

I didn't answer, but he knew I wouldn't let go, and I don't know why I was doing it. I really wanted to kiss him, hold him, and never let him go. Ever. I was cursed by Turner not being an object. I couldn't buy him. What good is having money if what I wanted, I couldn't have?

Timmy looked away again in silence. I took my arms and pulled him, squeezing his waist. The touch of our bodies made him blush and I gave a low laugh, enjoying his cuteness.

"Please, don't…" He said again. His voice almost disappeared. I held his face and turned him to look directly at me.

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Timmy's P.O.V

I felt my heart beating wildly with his warm hands on my waist. My eyes rested on the serious expression on Remy's face. Those traits haven't abandoned my dreams since the night we kissed. It was a mistake! An unforgivable slide that made me suffer this guilt that plagued me.

Gary doesn't deserve the fact that I betrayed him. Although an extreme controller, I knew he loved me. This, however, doesn't reduce the pleasure I felt in having Remy's hands stroking me so hotly. My legs buckled simply by observing his green eyes fixed on my lips, and his inviting smile.

I wanted to give myself entirely to the guy who stared at me. I closed my eyes, wishing to regain my sanity. I wished that Gary's face would invade my mind, and do away with my feelings for Remy.

I told myself that Remy came into my life in a moment of weakness. Gary took everything from me... and gave me everything too! It was so confusing, and Remy's presence brought a little light to my life. He took me safely away from Gary's rigorous arms and I felt; finally, maybe I could experience something different.

But suddenly Remy went missing, like he never existed. He didn't appear at my school to talk and he didn't answer my emails. In my sadness, I found support in Gary, feeling guilty for even considering the possibility of abandoning him. Gary was the only one who stood up for me, after all. Only, he never let me do it myself. And when Remy returned a few weeks later, it was with great difficulty that I ignored him. My heart was aching and I asked myself again and again about what I felt. If I loved Gary, I shouldn't doubt my own feelings.

I felt his hot breath on my lips, just in time to push Remy away before he kissed me. Before he brought up that question again, about abandoning me!

"We can't!" I cried, a little exasperated. I saw disappointment in Remy's clear eyes as he adjusted his jacket in a mechanical gesture. It was so hard to think of when we were together. Two months ago, when we last saw each other, I turned away from him. I was sore because he had left me. I didn't allow him to explain, because I had promised myself that nothing would get me away from Gary.

Remy took my hand in his and I knew what he would say. Despair enveloped me, and without noticing, the tears began to form in my eyes.

"I left because I needed to be sure of what I felt." Remy sighed hard and his eyes met mine, revealing secrets previously muted. With one hand he wiped the tears that wet my face. "I love you."

I had difficulty breathing normally, feeling an unusual emptiness engage me, like I was about to drown. I stared at the ground with sadness, because Remy was not able to tell me those words two months ago. It was too late.

"B-But we are just friends." My heart sank in my chest, cutting out any possibility of a relationship. I wouldn't allow him to have hopes. There was no future for us.

"I didn't say you needed to repay what I feel," he answered, a little offended. I glared at him again. "I just want to give you the choice you deserve."

I nodded silently. He wrapped me in his cozy arms, and I clung to his body as a farewell. My heart was screaming about the mistake I was making. I smelled the fragrance of his cologne, hugging him tighter, and letting my tears wet his white shirt.

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Gary's P.O.V

Fifteen minutes and no Timmy. Just then, Wanda returned from there with her face bursting with satisfaction.

I was impatient with the delay. He would not delay without a good reason, mainly because it was not in his nature to do so.

I left my drink on the table and stood up, walking towards the kitchen, ignoring the questions and complaints to my back. Anti-Cosmo was the first to reach me, and he took my arm.

"You'll lose him for being so arrogant," he warned me, as if he knew what was coming.

"Timmy doesn't dare leave me," I replied. Only at that moment I realized that I was possessed by an anger, but an uncontrolled anger has never been my personality.

"If he did, what would you do?" The anti-fairy questioned me, frowning. I finally turned to face him. What kind of fucking question was that? Everything was already pretty pathetic.

"I'd go to hell to have him back," I said like it was obvious. Timmy was destined to be with me. He was my inconceivable other end, and only I could protect him from the world, from all the people who could hurt him. And Timmy knew that.

I jerked my arm from Anti-Cosmo's hand with hostility, and I turned to walk into the kitchen. When I got there, I saw something that shocked me. Remy hugged my Timmy! My body burned with this intense anger that pulsed through my veins. Who did that guy think he was, to touch my Timmy that way? Who he does think he was to wrap Timmy that way in his arms?

"I'll kill him!" I exclaimed between my teeth, hard. I could hear Anti-Cosmo whisper, "I don't doubt your words," before walking towards the "couple". My anger seemed to rip my muscles.

To be continued…