~ Daphne ~

Lying awake at night, thinking about him is one of the worst experiences I've ever had the luxury of dealing with. Seeing his eyes every time I close my eyes just hurts. I know that I should be over him; hell, we will have been broken up for four years soon.

It's not that I haven't tried to get over him. Sometimes, I swear he's like an addiction that I just can't break. We don't talk for weeks, sometimes even months, and all it takes is one message from him to bring me crawling back to him on my knees. I'm pretty certain that's his favorite way for me to come to him.

My phone buzzes. Another message from him. Probably a quippy response to me sticking my tongue out at him in the picture I sent. I should probably be more selective about when I send that to him. I'm not in the mood to play games tonight.

Theo: That tongue again...

Daphne: What about it? Lol ;)

Why did I send that? I'm just asking for trouble aren't I?

Shaking my head, I tossed my phone off to the side and rubbed my hands over my face. I just opened a world of trouble and it looks like I won't be going to sleep at a normal hour tonight. Time to get thinking about what scenario I'm going to send him tonight.

Buzz buzz. Damn phone. Go away. I shouldn't be talking to him right now.

Theo: Trouble

Daphne: Yeah? What about it? :P

Theo: Nothing

I roll my eyes as I type my reply. I might as well play along for the night. It should keep the boredom away for a little while at least. Something to tide him over for a while and fill my mind with images of something that can never be mine. Just what I wanted to do for the rest of my evening.

Looking back over the last few messages between us, I can't help laughing at myself. I do have a penchant for trouble. I like causing it. I like being in the middle of it, and I like being the reason for it existing. All in very specific situations however. It's more fun when I cause trouble for other people rather than causing trouble for myself.

No matter what the situation, the trouble always seems to come back to my tongue and the way that I am using it. Usually it's a toss-up between the words I choose to say and the actions I decide to do. When it comes to Theo, he prefers my actions but he'll settle for my words when he can get them. Especially since he's not getting much of that kind of action playing house with little miss princess. Even if Theo thinks that he's the only one who has been introduced to the antics my tongue can play, that isn't the case at all.

Thinking back over it all now, I probably should have made better choices with my exploits upon our break up. Although, I don't think it really would have changed a thing. The longer I think about it, the more I realize that there are a few more things that I keep hiding from him. Even when he asks me a direct question about it.

He knows about the night that I invited Blaise over to my house around three am for no damn good reason other than for me to have a good time. That night was fun, except for the fact that I have to watch what I say around certain people because not all of them know the truth. That night with Blaise was an eye opening experience for me. We had been flirting on and off since we met, but that's just how he was, and I, of course, was going to return the favor.

And I'll be the first to tell you, that man is damn good with his tongue too. Theo should really take a few lessons from him in that department. Might be able to actually make Millie smile for once. The damn sourpuss.

I'm still not sure what spurred on the conversation that led to me inviting him over when I should have been sleeping. He had a girlfriend for crying out loud. I knew how it felt to be cheated on, and unfortunately, I knew how it felt to be the one doing the cheating. Now, I was becoming the other woman. Let me tell you, that feeling absolutely sucks. Especially when you are friends because you know you are lying to them no matter what you say.

But I did it anyways. That might be a reason that a lot of people don't really have much to do with me. What's that old saying again? Once a cheater, always a cheater? Yeah, but sometimes people change. I've been trying to change, and in fact, for the longest while I had changed. Then, Theo came crashing back into my life.

I hear my phone buzz at the corner of my bed and sigh as I reach for it. This damn thing has caused enough trouble for one night revolving around the non-existent relationship that I'm in. It has been the source of most of our fighting, even after we broke up and it has been the source of our reconnection over the last few years.

An innocent conversation about a bad day turned into rebuilding a friendship that was broken at the hands of some empty words. Or at least, the words on my end were empty, who knows about the ones that came from him. That rebuilt friendship led to rekindling a flame that had laid dormant for months.

A flame that, to this day, I wish I could extinguish again or completely avoid having it ever lit in the first place.

Theo: What kind of trouble do you feel like getting into tonight?

Well, isn't that a loaded question.

Sometimes I wish that we had never started talking again. There's not a day that goes by anymore that I don't think about him. I think about the pain he's caused. I think about the smiles that he was the reason behind. I think about what could have been had I only spoken up when I decided to stay quiet.

Sometimes the acceptable answer is the one that hurts you the most.