A/N another part! Hehe! Disclaimers in part one, do enjoy. And don't expect
anything else until at least Monday, my sis's wedding tomorrow!! YAY!
It had been so long since I'd seen him, I'd almost forgotten about him. Almost being the operative word there. There were still minutes where I thought of him. still minutes where his face flashed in front of my eyes and my eyes welled with tears as I realized that he was no longer part of my life. But it was during those moments when I realized how much better off I was here. Away from him.
As I cooked dinner, waiting for John to get home, I thought of all the things I was going to do. The first month, this path month, I spent as much time as possible trying to get past him. get over him. Now I was focusing on my future. I was planning my new life. And I was ecstatic over how well I was getting along.
I busied myself around the kitchen, after all, it was the least I could do to help John out, after all, he was providing me a free place to stay. I heard the door rattle, and I grinned. I had found a job, and I couldn't wait to tell John. I heard the lock slip back as I put the finishing touches on dinner. But when the door opened, it wasn't who I expected.
Instead of the familiar round, cheery face of John, there was another all too familiar face. The pale blonde hair, the gaunt face, it brought back memories. "Hello." He said, dryly, sarcastically, looking around. "Nice place." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he came closer to me.
"Riff!" I said, out of pure shock. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something. I wanted to kick him out. But I wanted to fall into his arms.
"Who'd you expect, Frank? Or maybe your new boyfriend?" he said, stepping behind me, and placing a hand around my waist. "What made you leave? Why did you leave me when I was so vunerable?" He asked me. I was almost positive he'd snapped. Did I do this to him?
"Riff, I um-" I tried to speak, I tried to give him an explination. But I couldn't think of one. He ran his hands through my hair.
"I love you Magenta. But you refuse to realize that. What am I going to do about you"
"Leave." Said a third voice. John had come home. "Leave now, before I force you out." Riff almost lept away from me, and stared at John, his eyes full of venom.
"You're going to have to make me leave Magenta." He said, his voice dropping almost to a growl before he rushed at John, snarling.
It had been so long since I'd seen him, I'd almost forgotten about him. Almost being the operative word there. There were still minutes where I thought of him. still minutes where his face flashed in front of my eyes and my eyes welled with tears as I realized that he was no longer part of my life. But it was during those moments when I realized how much better off I was here. Away from him.
As I cooked dinner, waiting for John to get home, I thought of all the things I was going to do. The first month, this path month, I spent as much time as possible trying to get past him. get over him. Now I was focusing on my future. I was planning my new life. And I was ecstatic over how well I was getting along.
I busied myself around the kitchen, after all, it was the least I could do to help John out, after all, he was providing me a free place to stay. I heard the door rattle, and I grinned. I had found a job, and I couldn't wait to tell John. I heard the lock slip back as I put the finishing touches on dinner. But when the door opened, it wasn't who I expected.
Instead of the familiar round, cheery face of John, there was another all too familiar face. The pale blonde hair, the gaunt face, it brought back memories. "Hello." He said, dryly, sarcastically, looking around. "Nice place." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he came closer to me.
"Riff!" I said, out of pure shock. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something. I wanted to kick him out. But I wanted to fall into his arms.
"Who'd you expect, Frank? Or maybe your new boyfriend?" he said, stepping behind me, and placing a hand around my waist. "What made you leave? Why did you leave me when I was so vunerable?" He asked me. I was almost positive he'd snapped. Did I do this to him?
"Riff, I um-" I tried to speak, I tried to give him an explination. But I couldn't think of one. He ran his hands through my hair.
"I love you Magenta. But you refuse to realize that. What am I going to do about you"
"Leave." Said a third voice. John had come home. "Leave now, before I force you out." Riff almost lept away from me, and stared at John, his eyes full of venom.
"You're going to have to make me leave Magenta." He said, his voice dropping almost to a growl before he rushed at John, snarling.