"This day has been horrible," Bosco whined, flopping on his couch. I smiled
sympathetically, sitting down across from him. I leaned against the base of
his recliner, curling my legs against my chest. "I had a shitty day at work
and then someone who I thought I might of connected with goes and lies
about her disease."
"You connected?" I laughed half-heartedly. If he really had been thinking about this girl as more than a one-nighter then he'd had more alcohol than I originally anticipated. He gazed off into space for a moment, contemplating his response. He shrugged after a few moments. I laid my chin on my arms, feeling somewhat guilty. I had gone and chased off a girl Bosco might've had a chance with because I thought he was too good for her. "Bos, you were too good for her."
"You think?" he asked, looking at me. I nodded solemnly.
"Know what else I think?" I glanced up at him from the floor.
"No,"
"That you wouldn't be taking this so hard if you weren't so drunk," I smiled. Bosco's lips curved into his wonderful smile.
"I'm not that drunk," he protested.
"You peed in your sink," I laughed. Bosco grinned sheepishly, turning an embarrassed red. My laughter faded as I watched him stuff a pillow over his face. "Red isn't a very good color on you, Bos. What's with the embarrassment? I couldn't ever picture you embarrassed and now I never want to see it again."
His response was muffled. I could see the pillow moving back and forth with his mouth.
"Take the pillow off your mouth, you moron," I giggled. Bosco took the pillow off of his face, revealing his flushed face.
"I don't know. It takes a lot to get me embarrassed, but things have changed, I guess," he shrugged.
"Since what?"
"Well," he trailed off. He looked at me, a serious tone floating on his voice. "Since you."
"Me?" I squeaked. Bosco smiled at my reaction. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "How the hell did I change things?"
"Well, before I met you my best friend was my partner. I talked with her about everything, but it's good hanging out with you because we're both single. That and so far, you haven't managed to piss me off. Faith and I are constantly working each other's nerves. She thinks I can be an insensitive bastard and I think she can be a bitch. It happens,"
"Well, that might change," I sighed softly.
"What do you mean?" Bosco sat up.
"I have a small confession,"
"You don't have VD, do you?" he teased.
"It's funny you should mention that, actually," I forced a laugh. I looked back down at the wood-paneled floor.
"Raeanne, what is it you're not telling me?" he asked. I didn't answer him for the longest time. After a few minutes of silence, all I could hear was my heart beating in my eardrums and my shallow breathing, he slid onto the floor. He positioned himself in front of me. He lifted my chin with his finger, looking me straight in the eyes.
"You know how I said you were too good for her?" I asked. Bosco nodded. "Well, I really do think you're too good for her. But, uh, I kind of scared her away so you wouldn't waste your time."
"What do you mean?" Bosco raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath.
"Well-I-told-her-you-had-VD-and-when-you-asked-me-why-she-left-I told- you-that-she-was-the-one-with-VD," I said in one large breath. Bosco sat there with a completely shocked look on his face. He let it all absorb into him.
"Well," he said after what seemed like an eternity of (yet again) silence.
"You don't hate me do you?"
"What?" Bosco creased his forehead, looking at me oddly. "No, no. I'm pretty flattered, actually."
"Flattered?" I repeated.
"Yea. Nobody looks out for me the way you do, and I just met you," Bosco smiled. I smiled in return. He took my hand in his, then brought it to his lips. I felt a chill zip up my spine as I had a sense of deja vu from the first day we met. "So, thanks."
"Anytime,"
"You connected?" I laughed half-heartedly. If he really had been thinking about this girl as more than a one-nighter then he'd had more alcohol than I originally anticipated. He gazed off into space for a moment, contemplating his response. He shrugged after a few moments. I laid my chin on my arms, feeling somewhat guilty. I had gone and chased off a girl Bosco might've had a chance with because I thought he was too good for her. "Bos, you were too good for her."
"You think?" he asked, looking at me. I nodded solemnly.
"Know what else I think?" I glanced up at him from the floor.
"No,"
"That you wouldn't be taking this so hard if you weren't so drunk," I smiled. Bosco's lips curved into his wonderful smile.
"I'm not that drunk," he protested.
"You peed in your sink," I laughed. Bosco grinned sheepishly, turning an embarrassed red. My laughter faded as I watched him stuff a pillow over his face. "Red isn't a very good color on you, Bos. What's with the embarrassment? I couldn't ever picture you embarrassed and now I never want to see it again."
His response was muffled. I could see the pillow moving back and forth with his mouth.
"Take the pillow off your mouth, you moron," I giggled. Bosco took the pillow off of his face, revealing his flushed face.
"I don't know. It takes a lot to get me embarrassed, but things have changed, I guess," he shrugged.
"Since what?"
"Well," he trailed off. He looked at me, a serious tone floating on his voice. "Since you."
"Me?" I squeaked. Bosco smiled at my reaction. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "How the hell did I change things?"
"Well, before I met you my best friend was my partner. I talked with her about everything, but it's good hanging out with you because we're both single. That and so far, you haven't managed to piss me off. Faith and I are constantly working each other's nerves. She thinks I can be an insensitive bastard and I think she can be a bitch. It happens,"
"Well, that might change," I sighed softly.
"What do you mean?" Bosco sat up.
"I have a small confession,"
"You don't have VD, do you?" he teased.
"It's funny you should mention that, actually," I forced a laugh. I looked back down at the wood-paneled floor.
"Raeanne, what is it you're not telling me?" he asked. I didn't answer him for the longest time. After a few minutes of silence, all I could hear was my heart beating in my eardrums and my shallow breathing, he slid onto the floor. He positioned himself in front of me. He lifted my chin with his finger, looking me straight in the eyes.
"You know how I said you were too good for her?" I asked. Bosco nodded. "Well, I really do think you're too good for her. But, uh, I kind of scared her away so you wouldn't waste your time."
"What do you mean?" Bosco raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath.
"Well-I-told-her-you-had-VD-and-when-you-asked-me-why-she-left-I told- you-that-she-was-the-one-with-VD," I said in one large breath. Bosco sat there with a completely shocked look on his face. He let it all absorb into him.
"Well," he said after what seemed like an eternity of (yet again) silence.
"You don't hate me do you?"
"What?" Bosco creased his forehead, looking at me oddly. "No, no. I'm pretty flattered, actually."
"Flattered?" I repeated.
"Yea. Nobody looks out for me the way you do, and I just met you," Bosco smiled. I smiled in return. He took my hand in his, then brought it to his lips. I felt a chill zip up my spine as I had a sense of deja vu from the first day we met. "So, thanks."
"Anytime,"