Author's note: Thanks to everybody for reviewing...I'll try to make this chapter a little longer. I wrote the other three sitting in the college library.
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I sat in my hotel room , absently just staring at the TV when I heard a knock on
the door. I got up, made sure I was decent enough to answer the door, and opened it.
There stood Steven, his head down, and his shaggy hair over his eyes.
" She kicked me out." He said. Finally, the bitch made her mistake.
" Come on in Steven." I said. He looked as if he didn't know what to do as he
walked inside, pulling his bag on wheels behind him. He sat down on the chair on the
other side of the room and looked at me.
" I stood outside for an hour debating on whether or not to knock." He said.
" Why?" I asked sitting down on the corner of the bed facing him.
" I didn't know if you'd let me in."
" Of course I'd let you in." I said. He looked at me.
" Not before you got hurt." He said.
" I was different then." I said.
" You went from absolutely detesting me to actually putting up with me in about
six months?" he asked.
" I missed you." I said. Wow, that didn't quite come out as dramatic and poetic as
I had thought it in my head.
" You missed me?"
" Yes, I missed you horribly. If you would have told me that last year at this time
I would have given you two black eyes. I did miss you Steven. I couldn't help it. It just
happened." I said. " Every song on every radio station reminded me of you, every time
I'd turn on the fucking TV it seemed like The Simpsons was on. I realized that I really
did care about you Stevie." I said. For what seemed like a year he sat there, just
contemplating what I had just said.
" I missed you too Jazz." He said, I reached out my hand and took his.
" I'm not just saying that I missed you so we could be friends." I said. A faint
smile played on his lips.
" I was hoping you would say that."
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I sat in my hotel room , absently just staring at the TV when I heard a knock on
the door. I got up, made sure I was decent enough to answer the door, and opened it.
There stood Steven, his head down, and his shaggy hair over his eyes.
" She kicked me out." He said. Finally, the bitch made her mistake.
" Come on in Steven." I said. He looked as if he didn't know what to do as he
walked inside, pulling his bag on wheels behind him. He sat down on the chair on the
other side of the room and looked at me.
" I stood outside for an hour debating on whether or not to knock." He said.
" Why?" I asked sitting down on the corner of the bed facing him.
" I didn't know if you'd let me in."
" Of course I'd let you in." I said. He looked at me.
" Not before you got hurt." He said.
" I was different then." I said.
" You went from absolutely detesting me to actually putting up with me in about
six months?" he asked.
" I missed you." I said. Wow, that didn't quite come out as dramatic and poetic as
I had thought it in my head.
" You missed me?"
" Yes, I missed you horribly. If you would have told me that last year at this time
I would have given you two black eyes. I did miss you Steven. I couldn't help it. It just
happened." I said. " Every song on every radio station reminded me of you, every time
I'd turn on the fucking TV it seemed like The Simpsons was on. I realized that I really
did care about you Stevie." I said. For what seemed like a year he sat there, just
contemplating what I had just said.
" I missed you too Jazz." He said, I reached out my hand and took his.
" I'm not just saying that I missed you so we could be friends." I said. A faint
smile played on his lips.
" I was hoping you would say that."