CHAPTER 5: APOV
Four days later
I was going to see Rose. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I mean, I had done so much to get a chance with her and I had come to this. But I knew she cared about Belikov more than she would ever care about me. She couldn't live without him, and while it might be difficult for her to get over my death, she eventually would. With his help. Crap.
I knocked on her door.
"Hello? Oh! Adrian! It's so good to see you!"
"You too, Little Dhamphir. I needed to talk to you."
She looked confused. "Um…sure. What about?"
"Us. You. Belikov. Y'all."
She looked extremely uncomfortable. "Umm…what about us, me, Dimitri, and me and him."
"Us. There isn't one. You. Should be with Belikov. Because you love him. Not me."
She interrupted me. "I do love you-"
"Just not like you love him. Right. Got it. Belikov loves you. He killed himself because he couldn't be with you. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what does. Y'all. Again. You and Belikov better hurry up and get together or I will dream stalk you both for my entire life. EVERY NIGHT. IN YOUR DREAMS. SO GET TOGETHER. OKAY?" I was yelling at this point.
"Adrian…THANK YOU!" She ran and hugged me. I was frozen in shock. WTF? She wasn't upset? AT ALL?
"Glad to know I mean so much to you." I mumbled. I put my hand over my heart, feigning hurt.
She laughed. I smiled. "Of course, Lord Ivashkov."
I groaned. "Lord Ivashkov?"
She laughed again. "Well, you do call me 'little dhamphir'. All the time. So this is payback. Karma. Whatever."
"Fine, little dhamphir."
Now it was her turn to groan. I chuckled quietly. "Now go find Belikov and patch things up with him before he tries jumping off a cliff. Cats have nine lives, hopefully Belikov only needs three, cuz I don't think he's getting anymore."
She smiled. "Thanks, Adrian. For everything."
"Of course, little dhamphir. Now go."
She was still smiling when she walked-ran-off to find Belikov.
I grinned to myself. Now it was time to drink some of that vodka…
RPOV
I was so happy. I was afraid I was going to have to be the one to end things with Adrian -which I REALLY did not want to do. I was shocked that he was mature enough to realize that I wouldn't ever love him like I loved Dimitri. And he had been so cool about it. He really had grown up. But I would bet all the money in the world he was going to get drunk right now. He hadn't matured that much.
I was headed to Dimitri's room. I needed to talk to him. We hadn't spoken since that day at the church- I didn't know what to say. 'Sorry' didn't seem to suffice. I was at his door and took a deep breath before knocking.
DPOV
I heard a knock at my door. Roza. Crap. Why is she here? She knocked again. Crap! I stayed silent.
"Dimitri! Dammit! I know your in there! Open the freaking door!"
CRAP! I walked slowly to the door, unlocked it, walked back to my seat on the couch and called out, "It's open!" Rose threw open the door and marched in.
"Dimitri Belikov! Why the fuck wouldn't you open the freaking door?"
"Uhhhh…" I wasn't sure what to say. I still felt like a retarded asshole.
"If you cared about why I was here, you would ask me." She stared at me, her eyes willing me to ask.
But I couldn't. I didn't deserve to ask her anything. My 'stunt' had just put her through more pain and we were back where we started.
"Dammit, Dimitri! Adrian just broke up with me and said that if I didn't fix things with you, he would dream stalk me for the rest of his life, which is gonna be a damn long time!" she burst out.
I looked at her, dumbfound. WTH? Adrian had broken up with her? "Adrian broke up with you?"
"Yes, you retard! Because he knows I love you, so why can't you get that?"
I just stared at her. She punched me. I heard my nose crunch. Ow.
"Dimitri! What the fuck is wrong with you? Wake up from your dumbass coma crap! Don't do this again!"
That snapped me out of it. My head jerked up and my eyes met her. She stared at me in shock as I crushed my lips to hers.
AN: STUPID COMPUTER! Apparently, while 'dammit' is not a word, 'Dimmit' is. WTF? And 'dumbass' isn't, but 'dumbo' and 'Dumbarton'. Hope you liked it. Story is not over yet. And if anyone wants to write a lemon, let me know. I have a great Idea, but I'm 14, so yeah. Let me know.