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Chapter 5: The apology

~Next day~

It was now around 1:30 in the afternoon, Cyborg had awoken on the sofa, he had had a rough night. Everthing was going fine, he and Alex were having a good time; playing around, kissing.

Then he had to go and miss it all up, when he took it too far, Alex had pushed him away and rushed upstairs to the bedroom slamming the door before his brain could even register what he had just did.

He had tried to go apologize later last night but when he got to door, he could hear her voice, he put his ear against the door to hear what she was saying.

" -I'm not sure if I'm ready." was what she had said.

Hearing this made Cyborg feel even worst then he already felt, 'You idoit, you rushed her, she's not ready, you just fucked everything up'

He deeply sighed and turned on his heels, deciding to give Alex her space for the night and went to laid down on the uncomfortable couch.

Now with it being morning, he really needed to apologize and find some way to make it up to her.

As his mind began to brainstorm, he heard the bedroom door open and foot steps coming down the stairs. Alex had emerged from the bedroom, Cyborg looked up at her. It was silence between the two of them for a moment.

Cyborg cleared his throat and broke the silence, "Um...good mornin'"

"Morning." Was all she could say.

The unruly silence returned and neither of them knowing the right thing to say to break it.

'It now or never, Cyborg, man, apologize to her.'

He rubbed the back of his neck before standing on his feet to look Alex in the face and apologize.

"Look Alex, about last night...I'm sorry, I was being a selfish idiot-" He began.

"Cy..." Alex tried to say something but Cyborg cut her off.

"Hold on let me finish, it's real important that I say this...I shouldn't have tried to rush you, if your not ready then your not ready, and I should have respected that, and for that I was wrong, and again I'm sorry, I'm just asking that you forgive me, it doesn't have to be now or even tomorrow. I just want you to know that I'm really sorry and it will never happen again...and to try to make it up to you, let me take you out to dinner." Cyborg finished a bit winded, hoping that she accepted his apology and invitation.

Alex had already made her decision on whether or not to forgive what had happened between the two of them the previous night. She had listened to her heart like her sister had said and her mind was made up about what she was about to say.

She looked him in the eyes before answering him "I know you're sorry, I forgive you; and since we're apologizing to eachother, I'd like to say I'm sorry, for the way I reacted, I shouldn't have ran like that."

Cyborg rubbed the back of his neck "I guess we're both plenty sorry today, huh." he chuckled a little, as wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yea." Alex said with a small smile.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

They then shared a passionate kiss, which lasted for quite some time, but they finally stopped to catch their breath.

"So...Dinner around six- sevenish sound good to you?" he answered with a grin on his face, now that his girlfriend was no longer angry with him anymore, everything seemed to be going right in the world.

"That's fine, well I better go get ready then." Alex smiled a bright white smile.

They kissed one last time before departing and going their separate ways; Alex had went upstairs to get ready for their big dinner date while Cy looked through 'Google' on his arm/computer/communiticator for the nicest restuarant in the area.

After an hour or so he found the perfect one; an italian restuarant called Palermo Viejo. He remembered how much Alex loved italian food, so she would love it, hopeful. He then pulled out his communiticator and dailed the restuartant's phone number.

*ring ring*...*ring ring*

"Um, yes I would like to make a 7 o'clock dinner reservation for two... put the reservation under Stone, Victor Stone; V-i-c-t-o-r S-t-o-n-e-"