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Friends, maybe?

After coming back from Zeke and Shauna's I just hailed a cab to my apartment and went straight to bed not even talking to Christina who seems to have finally found her way out of those magazines and papers she had all over her desk and around the house last few weeks for the project. She stands there waiting for me to speak something but I just slam the door shut for the extra effect but also to let all the frustration out. I plop down on my bed and attempt to sleep, somehow tossing and turning the entire night I get to sleep at the crack of dawn. The next morning I am awakened by Christina slamming two pillows on my head waiting for me to get up.

"Just let me sleep!" I say groggily and glare at her for waking me up, but move to the side of the bed and get down knowing that she won't let me now.

She practically shoves the alarm clock in my face and I stare at the numbers saying its 07:45 already and that I just woke up. I have to reach my office in less day 30 minutes, not counting commuting time. I groan and go to dress up quickly, Christina talks to me while I get ready.

"I know you had this talk with Four and I want to know what happened? Will you tell me? Should I go kick his ass?"

"No" I tell her and narrate everything thing that happened yesterday to her quickly. She just stares at me in awe and then comes and hugs me "I am glad you stood up for yourself and your rights."

Hurrying to the kitchen, I grab an apple to eat in the bus to work and hurry out the apartment saying bye to Christina.

In the bus is when I look at the messages in received from Zeke yesterday, there are only two:

Zeke [9:50 p.m.]: Holy shit. What did you say to him?

Zeke [9:52 p.m.]: I don't think I have ever seen him this disappointed.

I don't bother replying to Zeke and for the first time allow myself to think about what I said yesterday. I realize that I am a little guilty about all the yelling I did yesterday. Just a little. I didn't really want to say it all that way but all those bottled-up feelings did me no good and it all came rushing out at once. I still am not sure what I did yesterday was right, sure I don't regret that I said things but I surely regret the way I said them and despite what I said about not caring, I do care and I would like to at least be on good terms with my soul mate.

I head to work and try to go through my day as usual but I know I am a bit disappointed. I don't know what I had expected but I sort of hoped that maybe Four would accept his mistake and we would fall into this tentative friendship.

The next couple of days were awkward. I knew that Four did hear at least some of what I said to him because he didn't try to flee whenever I was around and he did make eye contact more than once, but it was just awkward. I slowly came to accepting that while we had pretty much the same friends and same hang out places, our relationship was bound to be a strained one. That's why I was so surprised when one Sunday morning I opened the door to Four standing there with two cups of coffee and some scones.

He wore a light blue sweater that hid his tattoo and his eyes shone under the artificial building lights. He was not smiling per se but his face looked the most relaxed I had ever seen. "May I come in?" he asked politely and I let him in still dumbstruck.

Wordlessly he passes me one of the cup of coffee and I accept it and ask him to take a seat at the couch. Christina's not home today, she's gone to Will's but I don't know if I am thankful she isn't here so I can talk to Four without interruptions or sad that she isn't here because that way I have to talk to Four.

I take a sip of coffee from the cup Four handed me and am pleasantly surprised by its amazing taste.

"I want to apologize for acting like a prick when I realized we were soul mates. It's just I handle all my problems… well by avoiding them and I guess I did so here too without realizing that it probably wasn't the best idea because this time my problem, was, in fact, a person" he says it all in a rush like he's embarrassed to admitting it and rubs the back of his neck.

"So I am a problem to you?" I ask teasingly.

"You know what I mean."

"I get it" I agree. Knowing it probably was hard to accept that he had a soul mate especially after whatever happened to him.

"I-It was wrong of me to avoid you like that even after you made deliberate attempts to talk to me. Shauna kept saying that I was being a prick by not facing it" he shrugs and then runs his hand through his hair, "It's just facing things, people that cause me emotional pain… is hard for me. I don't really open up to people and I told myself I was done with soul mates when my mom died."

"Uriah-"

"Uriah told me that he told you what happened" he interrupted "it isn't the complete story and I may want to tell you someday. It's fine."

"I am sorry."

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know it's no excuse for how I acted but whatever happened with my parents derailed me enough that I gave up on soul mates and ignored you thinking that you might eventually give up. I never thought that you may need some closure too, I am sorry for that."

I was surprised by his little speech, I never pegged Four to be the type of guy to be apologizing. I was also surprised by how genuinely sorry he felt and he phrased everything with a kind of disarming bluntness that I dint expect but was hard to dislike. I instantly made up my mind, "it's no problem."

"Really?" Four looks like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.

"Yeah, I mean. I did freak out on you too and you didn't deserve that, so I guess we're even." Four smiled, a genuine smile for the first time and I think about how good it looks on him and about how he looks so much better when he is smiling.

"I have to say though, I don't really trust this whole soul mates thing" he says. I am part relieved.

"That's fine by me, I am not ready for… anything yet either."

"So… yeah", he pauses and thinks "can we be friends at least?"

"Only if you tell me where you got this amazing coffee from?"

"Well…" he says teasingly, smiling now, "I can't tell you where I got the coffee from but I can get you another one of this coffee sometime soon. Deal?"

"Deal." We shake on it and I feel tingles running up my arm from where he touched me.

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