"So did you spend the night at your girlfriend's again?" Faith Yokas
asked her partner as she turned onto a side street. Bosco had been
incredibly quiet, doing nothing but staring out the window for the majority
of the 20 minutes they had been on shift. Normally he would've told Faith
every juicy detail of his night by now.
"She's not my girlfriend," Bosco interjected.
"Bos, you've known her four days and you've spent every waking hour with the girl. Don't tell me she's not your girlfriend," Faith smiled. Bosco shot Faith an irritated look.
"She's not my girlfriend, and besides that, I don't think she's ever going to want to talk to me, again," he shrugged, looking back out the window. Faith's emotional radar kicked in. She could tell something was wrong with him, but until he said that she thought maybe they had been up doing wild only-god-knows-whats all night and he was just tired.
"What'd you do?" she sighed softly.
"Why do you automatically assume that I did something?" Bosco replied defensively.
"Don't you usually?" Faith pointed out.
"Alright, so maybe I said something that got her royally pissed. It's not like I said it on purpose, she just thought I was saying something about her. Which I wasn't,"
"What did you say?"
"Something about her boyfriend," he waved his hand at Faith, trying to play it off as no big thing.
"What kind of thing?" Faith glanced at her partner. "And who's she dating?"
"I mentioned that her boyfriend kind of slept with his best friend's wife at his own bachelor party, and she thought I called her the drunk slut," Bosco quietly stated. The stunning realization that she knew who he might be talking about slapped her hard across the face.
Faith made sure she checked the rearview mirror, then slammed on the brakes. Bosco lurched forward in his seat, his seatbelt stopping him from slamming against the dashboard.
"Christ, what was that for?" he exclaimed.
"Who's she dating, Bosco?" Faith asked.
"Would you just watch the road and keep driving?" he changed the subject.
"Who is she dating, Bosco?" she was answered with the open arms of silence. Faith made sure she spoke very slowly and clearly. "Maurice. I want you to tell me who this girl is dating. I want you to tell me right now."
"Doherty," Bosco finally admitted. A car horn blared at the police cruiser. Faith impatiently pulled over onto the side of the street, pulling on the emergency brake. She grabbed Bosco's arm. He looked at her.
"I can't believe you would even mention that," she tutted. Bosco glared at her.
"I don't care what you think," Bosco lied straight through his teeth, turning his cheek.
"You've got to get over it, Bosco. If she doesn't want you, she doesn't want you," Faith firmly told him. Bosco turned around his seat, trying a bewildered look on for size.
"What are you talking about, Yokas?" he squinted.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Faith nodded. "You can't stand the fact that you've devoted every last ounce of energy to this girl since the day you met her and how does she repay you? By going out with someone else."
"You're crazy," Bosco cocked his head, knowing she was right.
"Am I? Or are you the crazy one? I mean, so what if she doesn't like you? You're not boyfriend and girlfriend. You only like her as a friend," Faith knew exactly what she was doing - she only prayed it would work. "Right?"
"Right,"
"I mean, come on. The moment you saw her you thought, 'Hey, she's not that beautiful. I can deal with this. I'll be her friend, share my deepest secrets with her, and not fall for her.' Right?"
"Right," Bosco felt a tear squeeze into the corner of his eye. He blinked it away furiously.
"Don't lie to yourself," Faith scolded him. "But, don't go and ruin her life just because she doesn't want to be with you. That'll only make her miserable, and if you truly love her, then that'll only make you miserable, too."
"I never said I loved her," Bosco smirked.
"I've seen the way you look at her, Bosco. Don't think I'm that blind," Faith smiled.
"She's not my girlfriend," Bosco interjected.
"Bos, you've known her four days and you've spent every waking hour with the girl. Don't tell me she's not your girlfriend," Faith smiled. Bosco shot Faith an irritated look.
"She's not my girlfriend, and besides that, I don't think she's ever going to want to talk to me, again," he shrugged, looking back out the window. Faith's emotional radar kicked in. She could tell something was wrong with him, but until he said that she thought maybe they had been up doing wild only-god-knows-whats all night and he was just tired.
"What'd you do?" she sighed softly.
"Why do you automatically assume that I did something?" Bosco replied defensively.
"Don't you usually?" Faith pointed out.
"Alright, so maybe I said something that got her royally pissed. It's not like I said it on purpose, she just thought I was saying something about her. Which I wasn't,"
"What did you say?"
"Something about her boyfriend," he waved his hand at Faith, trying to play it off as no big thing.
"What kind of thing?" Faith glanced at her partner. "And who's she dating?"
"I mentioned that her boyfriend kind of slept with his best friend's wife at his own bachelor party, and she thought I called her the drunk slut," Bosco quietly stated. The stunning realization that she knew who he might be talking about slapped her hard across the face.
Faith made sure she checked the rearview mirror, then slammed on the brakes. Bosco lurched forward in his seat, his seatbelt stopping him from slamming against the dashboard.
"Christ, what was that for?" he exclaimed.
"Who's she dating, Bosco?" Faith asked.
"Would you just watch the road and keep driving?" he changed the subject.
"Who is she dating, Bosco?" she was answered with the open arms of silence. Faith made sure she spoke very slowly and clearly. "Maurice. I want you to tell me who this girl is dating. I want you to tell me right now."
"Doherty," Bosco finally admitted. A car horn blared at the police cruiser. Faith impatiently pulled over onto the side of the street, pulling on the emergency brake. She grabbed Bosco's arm. He looked at her.
"I can't believe you would even mention that," she tutted. Bosco glared at her.
"I don't care what you think," Bosco lied straight through his teeth, turning his cheek.
"You've got to get over it, Bosco. If she doesn't want you, she doesn't want you," Faith firmly told him. Bosco turned around his seat, trying a bewildered look on for size.
"What are you talking about, Yokas?" he squinted.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Faith nodded. "You can't stand the fact that you've devoted every last ounce of energy to this girl since the day you met her and how does she repay you? By going out with someone else."
"You're crazy," Bosco cocked his head, knowing she was right.
"Am I? Or are you the crazy one? I mean, so what if she doesn't like you? You're not boyfriend and girlfriend. You only like her as a friend," Faith knew exactly what she was doing - she only prayed it would work. "Right?"
"Right,"
"I mean, come on. The moment you saw her you thought, 'Hey, she's not that beautiful. I can deal with this. I'll be her friend, share my deepest secrets with her, and not fall for her.' Right?"
"Right," Bosco felt a tear squeeze into the corner of his eye. He blinked it away furiously.
"Don't lie to yourself," Faith scolded him. "But, don't go and ruin her life just because she doesn't want to be with you. That'll only make her miserable, and if you truly love her, then that'll only make you miserable, too."
"I never said I loved her," Bosco smirked.
"I've seen the way you look at her, Bosco. Don't think I'm that blind," Faith smiled.