Sorry, XxLittle-Bad-GirlXxX, my empanadas burned and the whole kitchen went up in flames, so... anyway! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it.
"I am going to help you win him back," Adrian said.
"What?!" I said, aghast. What was he even saying? Why would he, my boyfriend, want to help me get back together with my ex-boyfriend? This didn't make any sense.
"Adrian, why would you do that?"
"Well, it's quite simple, you see."
"Well, no. I don't see."
"Look, it's obvious that he still loves you, Rose."
I took a deep breath in. No, Adrian, he doesn't love me."
"I don't believe you."
"He told me 'Love fades. Mine has.'"
And then, I couldn't help it, I burst into tears. Adrian pulled me into an embrace.
"Let me make you happy again, Rose."
"Oh, Adrian, I am happy. Here. With you," I replied.
"Clearly not. You are crying."
"Only because I was thinking about... him." Saying his name hurt too much. When he told me that his love for me had faded, well, it ripped half of my heart out. I sobbed uncontrollably into Adrian's chest.
"Shhh, I'll make it better. Just let me help you."
I took in a deep breath. If I let him help me, it meant that my other friends would be involved, too. That was something that I didn't want.
And then, I made a wrong move. I looked into Adrian's eyes. They were filled with emotions: love, concern, yearning. It way too much, looking into his eyes, I felt my resolve to keep him out of this mess falter.
"Okay, you can help me," I said quietly.
"Thank you."
"But why, Adrian? Why?" I asked because I just couldn't help myself.
"Because, my Rose, when you're happy, I'm happy, and when you're with him, you're happy, and even thought it kills me to see you with him, knowing that you are happy fills my soul and my heart with joy."
Wow. He did have his reasons.
"Don't worry, Rose, I'm doing this for me, too."
Yes, that was what I needed to hear. If doing this would make Adrian feel better, then I had to do it.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me how you're going to convince him?"
"Nope," he said, drawing out the o.
I looked down, and a single, stupid tear ran down my cheek. I angrily rubbed it away, upset that thinking about him could do this to me. So, instead of thinking about him, I thought about Adrian. I looked at his face, and saw his wavy brown hair, messily arranged at the top of his head. I saw his impossibly green eyes, filled with nothing but an eager desire to help me. I saw his nose, a bit off center, but perfect, nonetheless. I saw his pink mouth, and before anything could happen, I kissed him.
And boy, was it a kiss. He was slow and gentle at first, but when my nails dug into his back, he moaned and pressed me closer to him, his lips rough and passionate. I felt that familiar warmth fill me and I felt a strange peaceful feeling drift over me.
But no! What was I doing? This would only make it harder. I reluctantly pulled away from him.
"I can't do this anymore," I muttered.
"Yeah. Okay. I understand." The words were pained and I saw hurt in his beautiful eyes.
I braced myself for the goodbye.
I think that the next part will be from Lissa's POV, but if you have any other ideas, I'm open to suggestions!