Chapter Eleven-Let's Talk

we can make it work

June 15th, 12:07pm

"I don't . . . want to . . . get hurt . . . again," she stumbled with her words. Why did the truth have to be so damn hard?

"Ryan." Tim whispered. Alexz nodded, "Yeah, Ryan."

"Do you actually think I'd do something as low and stupid as that idiot?!"

"You already did. Maybe even worse." Tim was taken aback. What the heck had he done?!

Alexz noticed his confusion. "'It was a mistake'." She tried to hide the bitterness in her voice. Apparently she didn't try too hard.

"You know I didn't mean it, but I didn't know what else to say! You bolted out of the kitchen so fast I thought that meant that . . . that you hadn't wanted it to happen. I thought you hated it," he looked up at her. "I thought you hated me. For starting it."

"I could never hate you," She whispered softly.

"That's good to know."

"So, how about we put all the bad words said behind us, and move on to the future?" She suggested unsurely, not quite sure if that was what he wanted.

"Okay, as long as we don't forget about all the good moments."

"Like what?"

"Like the night we watched that scary movie. Like the night in the kitchen. Like the day we met. And like the day you kissed me three months ago." Her gaze fell traveled down at the last part. She twisted the black ring on her finger. She did it every time she got nervous. He noticed this and placed his hand over hers to get her to stop. She looked up at him. "You need to give me some sort of explanation. You don't just kiss a guy and then push it aside like it meant nothing. We both know it meant something. I just want to know what it meant to you." Alexz sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. 'Where to begin?' she wondered as she collected her thoughts. A few moments later she opened her mouth to speak.