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Chapter 4: Make Up, Like A Break Up

There is nothing on tv and I sit at my computer searching travel sites, somewhere Amy and I could go. That is, if she ever takes me back. There is a knock at the door and I rise to answer it. Hoping that it's Amy. I check before I open the door. It is;

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Come in.... can I take your coat?"

"No...." She walks to the fireplace, as far away as she can get from me. I stay by the door, recognising she has set a boundary. "So uh what you said, I know you did not say that lightly."

"No." I shift forward slightly.

"But it doesn't change anything, I mean it doesn't change.... we never made it to couples therapy."

"No we didn't." I walk towards her, hoping that what I think she is trying to say, is what she is trying to say.

"And, and if there's any hope for us I think we should do that you know, before we even have dinner."

"Ok...." I can feel my hope building.

"Because...." she looks at the coffee table, "what is this?"

"What?" I look from her to the table.

"Your coffee table is full of travel books?"

"Yeah, um...." I go to explain, but already she is jumping to conclusions.

"Ok you know what?" She has covered her eyes with her hands.

"What?"

"Never mind." She drops her hands and starts towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you." She starts to unlock the door.

"Wha.... why?" I couldn't think of why she would be trying to leave, I'm slightly confused and I don't want her to leave like this.

"David. You think I look stupid? You say you're in love with me and than you're just going to run away again. Only this time you're going to plan it better."

"No, you're wrong!" I step towards her, in an attempt to make her stay.

"I don't think so." She looks back at the door again, trying to unlock it.

"You're wrong, listen hey." I remember my computer, a way I can prove to her that I am telling the truth. I grab her hand and start towards my bedroom.

"What are you doing?" She doesn't put up much resistance.

"There's a travel site on my computer I want to show you."

"Great, you're planning you're planning your trip online, I hear that's very conveniant."

"No, I'm pricing a trip online."

"Good, good. Get a good deal. I wouldn't want running away from me to cramp your style." She goes to leave but I reach out for arm to make her stay.

"Hey, hey, hey. You look at the box here, which says number of adults...." She looks and the relief on her face comforts me. "Ignacio was telling me about a trip he's taking with your mom and I was pricing a fantasy. All you can be mad about, is me being stupid."

"Well we are nowhere near ready to take a trip together."

"Oh I know that."

"And, and, and, and I've already been to the bahamas, I'd want to go somewhere I've never been before...." I reach for the pile of pages I have printed off. "Oh you're, you're pricing multiple fantasies."

"There wasn't anything on tv."

"So, so you were that sure I'd take you back?" I can see her edging back towards the door.

"No not at all."

"Because I almost didn't David, you know. I need somebody to be there for me."

"I know."

"I deserve that."

"You do."

"And so far I haven't seen one sign that you're capable of doing that."

"I will do I promise. I will. You said it yourself, everybody's got baggage."

"When did I say that?"

"You said we wouldn't find anything easy."

"That's not the same thing."

"You're arguing semantically."

"See, see that's another thing. You can never get out of prosecuter mode. That is an area we haven't even had time to touch on." I can see all the anger that is pent up inside of her spilling out.

"Amy you can dissect us till the cows come home, but you can't deny what happens between us."

"I'm, I'm, I'm not denying it David. I'm just, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm just not 16 years old anymore, and...."

"What? You have some kind of off switch, you can just turn it on and off. That must be conveniant, you know I'd like to get one of those myself...." I smile, she has stepped closer to me, and I long to wrap her in my arms again.

"Ok, you know what you're doing now?"

"What?"

"You know what you're doing? You're picking a fight."

"I'm not picking a fight."

"You know because we have one nice moment...."

"I'm not picking a fight." My smile widens, she is rocking back and forth on her feet.

"And then you, you...." She laughs and I reach for her face, no longer able to control my urges.

"Come here." I pull her into a kiss. She hits me then puts her arms around my neck and I chuckle in relief. I sit back on the bed. Glad to have her in my arms, we kiss long and deep and then breath in contentment. I'm so glad she came back to me. So glad she is here with me. And happy that we are finally together.