Unguarded Heart
Chapter Five
Spinelli looked at Maxie silently,giving her a disappointed look before he walked torwards the kitchen and deposited the container of cookies on the counter,grabbing one and taking a bite from it. Slowly,he headed back into the living room where Maxie still stood with her arms crossed under her breast looking upset. "I heard you and Fair Leyla yelling at one another,Maximista." He told her softly,going over to sit on the sofa and holding a pillow against his chest. He just didn't get it. Why did his friends have to pick fights with eachother? Couldn't they at the very least,try to be civil for him?
Maxie rolled her eyes,sure that he'd soon be scolding her for it.
"The Jackal doesn't understand why you two seem to...hate eachother so much." Spinelli said with a sigh,rubbing his eyes and shrugging both of his shoulders.
She wouldn't look at him,not wanting him to see her thoughts written in her eyes. She let out a soft huff,not saying a word.
Spinelli's gaze dropped down to the floor. "The Jackal is going to go back to his Regretably Pink Room since you do not wish to speak." He said rather reluctantly,turning on his heel and heading up the stairs. For once since they had become friends,he did not call her Maximista,infact he had not bothered to say her name at all. That was the way Maxie knew her friend was upset with her.
Maxie let out a soft sob as soon as she heard Spinelli's bedroom door shut softly. She sunk back into the sofa cushions with a small,dainty hand over her mouth,trying to control herself. What if she had just cost herself her friendship with Spinelli? She knew that he must be disappointed with her. She had tried keeping a leash on The Bad Blond One but sometimes,like today she couldn't help but revert back to her old self.
Dinner,later that night was awkward. Jason had left to go back to his office for a meeting with Bernie after bringing Spinelli and Maxie chinese take-out. He had noticed that the two were much quieter than usual. Usually,they would be talking eachothers,and his ears off. And yet tonight they had been as silent as church mice,quieter even. Whatever issue it was they were having,he figured they would have it sorted out tonight,once he got back home and yet they didn't. When he walked into the penthouse,Spinelli was sitting indian style on the sofa with his laptop in his lap.
Jason just shook his head and sighed,heading upstairs and to his room. He really couldn't deal with this right now. Not with the threat of a mob war underway.
When Maxie heard Jason's bedroom door slam shut,she crept silently down the stairs and walked torwards the sofa,taking a seat next to Spinelli. She took his laptop from him,closing it softly and setting it on the coffee table,then with one leg curled under her she turned and looked at Spinelli,taking his hand in hers.