Well I got sick of doing homework so I decided to write Chapter 3 instead. This chapter is going to be a little hectic cause I'm going to keep changing the POV's between Bosco and Cruz If you cant understand something let me know. I know used the first bold in the last chapter but I think it goes with this one too but other than that I have no songs in this one. I did find some great ones though I just have to think of chapters to go around them. Which is why it took me so long to update.
She felt better today but she still felt dirty. She did however feel better about her decision. The locker room door opened and then she heard the people that were already in their start talking. I could see him but I could feel him. She had to do this. As son as she got the chance she would tell him what she had rehearsed this morning. He walked by her and smiled she had to grab her locker door to keep her legs from buckling. This wasn't going to be easy.
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
No. She was going to do this today even. She just wished she could last till then.
He knocked on her door and she answered shortly afterwards. God she was beautiful, he knew something was wrong the moment he looked at her this morning, That's why he was here he'd blown off his plans with Lisa just so he could see her. She wasn't moving like she usually did to allow him in so they could well you know. He knew this would come out in the open sooner or later he just wished it were later. But he couldn't have his cake and eat it to.
"I cant keep doing this. I'm not like this. Me or her" He couldn't believe he had to choose but he already knew the answer deep down but her ultimatum brought it up to the surface. He couldn't believe she didn't know the answer. He wanted her now and forever. The truth was he loved her.
He loved her. He never thought that love was involved with this. But it did explain a lot. Why he never slept with his girlfriends or he was constantly comparing them to her and none of them ever came close.
He cleared his throat he knew she would be delighted with his answer.
"You, I choose you" instead of lighting up her face fell even more than before.
"For how long do you choose me? Until you find someone else? No not going to happen"
He knew that look, it meant she was thinking how many ways she could kick his ass. But the only thing that she was kicking was heart.
" There will never be anyone else only you"
"I don't believe you" She shuts the door, both in shock about what had just happened.
He stayed there for a few minutes just debating whether or not he should convince her that he only wanted her. Or just leave her alone she would come to the conclusion that he was telling the truth on her own. He couldn't convince her. He left.
He didn't know the moment she had shut the door she collapsed against the door, crying. She wanted to believe him but couldn't not after this long, this many girlfriends. She was fine, its better this way. She got up and dried her tears. She walked into her bedroom to grab the laundry that kept piling up, she nearly burst out in tears again when she saw what was on the top. His shirt. She picked it up and held it to her; it still smelled like him.
She knew the real reason why she let him treat her the way he did. She didn't wanna be lonely and that small time she had with him actually made her believe that she wasn't really alone.
She raced to the telephone and the window that showed the front door. She dialed and waited for the other person to answer. Just as she had expected he came out and stopped to answer his phone.
"Stop" He was about to say something when dial tone met him. He turned at the opening of the door. He didn't have time to say anything his mouth was met by hers. The usual desire ran through both of them and they barely made it back to her apartment before their need to be joined consumed both of them.
She lay sleeping now, him just lying there watching her, he could watch her all day and never tire from the sight of her.
"I love u Ritza" She cuddled closer to him and muttered something he couldn't quite make out. He too soon fell asleep.
She rolled away from him from the fear that she will wake him. He had said he loved her! Why would he say something like that when he thought she was sleeping if he didn't? It was something you said when the other was sleeping if you didn't want the other one to know you had said it. That you truly meant it. She wanted to cry out to the world "Maurice Boscorelli loves me!" She didn't want to say it back then he would know she wasn't sleeping. She would let him have his little moment. For now anyways.
