My Girlfriend's Back

My GirlfriendтАЩs Back
Chapter Five
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Woken up by his personal mobile ring tone, turned over on the couch, reaching toward the coffee table for his phone. He struggled for a moment before his fingertips brushed part of the device.

He brought the phone to his ear. тАЬHello?тА? His voice groggy and full of sleep.

тАЬHey,тА? replied тАЩs voice. тАЬHow are you?тА?

тАЬOh, hey. IтАЩm good.тА? rubbed his eyes as he sat up.

тАЬHowтАЩs things with ?тА? He asked in a cautious tone.

тАЬGood I suppose. I donтАЩt know,тА? he said. тАЬItтАЩs still a bit weird.тА?

тАЬOh.тА?

тАЬSheтАЩs asleep at the minute,тА? yawned, rubbing his eyes once more.

тАЬWell,тА? began, тАЬNot a lot of people get this chance, you know. Make it last.тА?

тАЬYeah,тА? he whispered, his mind overloading with a million thoughts.

Both ends of the phone went completely silent. тАЩs eyes still werenтАЩt adjusting to the sunlight peeking through the window curtains. A noise erupted from his bedroom.

тАЬHey, IтАЩve got to go. SheтАЩs up,тА? he said.

тАЬAll right, IтАЩll see you later.тА?

тАЬBye.тА? closed his phone and stood up from the couch.

The bedroom door opened slowly and appeared in the doorway a second later. She greeted him with a small smile and waved.

тАЬMorninтАЩ.тА?

тАЬHi,тА? she said shyly.

They stood with their feet glued to the floor. They said nothing and didnтАЩt even look at each other. It was hard to feel comfortable when the circumstances were so bizarre. How else were they supposed to feel? Things lately havenтАЩt been exactly normal. Who could explain it? couldnтАЩt. He couldnтАЩt bring himself to believe it.

тАЬDo you want some breakfast?тА? He spoke.

looked up, startled. тАЬUm, yeah. Sure.тА?

headed for the kitchen as followed, making sure not to follow too closely. It was hard; there was so much she wanted to do, like hug him or kiss him, but he wasnтАЩt ready. They would be moving too fast.

started opening all the cabinets and going through the freezer, searching for pancake batter, hash browns, sausage, or something. Just anything so he could put together a decent breakfast.

тАЬAll IтАЩve got is cold cereal,тА? he said.

smiled. тАЬCold cereal sounds good.тА?

тАЬAre you sure? We could go out if you want.тА?

тАЬAnd youтАЩd be comfortable with that?тА? She asked with her eyebrow raised.

scratched his head. тАЬSure.тА?

wasnтАЩt convinced. She could see the truth in his body language; he was already uncomfortable with having this conversation. How would going out in public be any less uncomfortable? Paparazzi would see them. Fans would see them. They would all wonder how came back from the dead.

тАЬActually, letтАЩs not risk it,тА? he said.

тАЬCold cereal it is then,тА? she flashed a thin smile.

took two bowls out of the cabinet and set them on the kitchen counter. He grabbed the cereal from the pantry and the milk from the refrigerator. He shook the cereal into each bowl and poured in the ice, cold milk. He rinsed off two spoons and dunked them in the bowls.

тАЬThanks,тА? said as she took one of the bowls.

nodded, leaving the kitchen to have a seat in the living room. slowly spun around, following him with her eyes. She watched him for a minute flipping through channels on the TV and chewing spoonfuls of cereal.

She walked into the living room, setting her bowl on the coffee table and joining on the couch. She took the remote from his hand and turned the TV off.

тАЬLetтАЩs talk,тА? she said.

тАЬThereтАЩs nothing to talk about,тА? he replied with a mouthful of cereal.

pushed her lips to one side. тАЬHowтАЩs everything with McFly?тА?

тАЬFine.тА?

тАЬHave you written any new songs?тА?

тАЬYeah.тА?

тАЬAre they any good?тА?

тАЬI donтАЩt know,тА? he shrugged.

grunted. тАЬ, talk to me. Please!тА? Her voice sounded defeated. тАЬOr look at me, at least.тА?

тАЬI donтАЩt know what you want from me,тА? he replied. тАЬReally. I donтАЩt.тА?

тАЬJust acknowledge me.тА?

тАЬI am. IтАЩm talking to you right now, arenтАЩt I?тА? half-shouted, his eyes never meeting hers.

тАЬJust...forget it,тА? sighed heavily.

She got up from the couch and grabbed her bowl of cereal.

тАЬIf you didnтАЩt really want me here, why did you make the wish?тА? She asked, hurt, as she walked away.

swallowed hard, his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He was being a jerk. He was being stubborn. He was pushing her away. He was pushing everyone away. Why couldnтАЩt he stop? Why did he continue to hurt everyone he loved over and over again? Learn, you bastard, learn, he ordered himself.

He finished off his cereal, setting his empty bowl in the sink. He wiped his hands on the front of his jeans and headed for the bedroom.

тАЬCan I come in?тА? He asked through the closed door.

тАЬThat depends...тА? her voice trailed off.

тАЬOn what?тА?

The door opened a second later, revealing тАЩs saddened face. She looked up at him, but turned away. She sighed quietly, disappointed once again. She missed the way he used to look at her.

тАЬWhat do you want?тА? She asked in a dry tone.

тАЬCan I come in?тА? He shoved his hands in his pockets.

тАЬItтАЩs your room, isnтАЩt it?тА?

stepped out of the way, setting herself down on the edge of the bed crossing her legs. She began to pick at her fingernails, keeping her eyes down, away from тАЩs. If he could do it, so could she.

тАЬIтАЩm sorry,тА? his voice rang soft.

тАЬWhat?тА? looked up immediately.

тАЬIтАЩm sorry,тА? repeated. тАЬI know IтАЩve been pretty horrible to you since youтАЩve been backтАФ and to everyone else as well. IтАЩm just so confused at the minute. I donтАЩt know what to do.тА?

тАЬItтАЩs okay,тА? she assured him.

тАЬNo, itтАЩs not okay. IтАЩve been out of order,тА? he said. тАЬI made that wish to get you back and have been going about it the wrong way.тА?

stared up at him, her eyes locked on his. They werenтАЩt looking back at her, though.

тАЬWhen I made that wish, I also made a promise to you,тА? he began, тАЬI promised to be better and I havenтАЩt. IтАЩm sorry.тА?

Her heart skipped. He was looking at herтАФ or was тАЩs eyes playing tricks on her? She could see his blue eyes perfectly, staring into them like there was no orrow. They were beautiful, just like she remembered them.

kneeled down in front of her, his gaze locked on her face, her eyes, her lips. He couldnтАЩt turn away from her, which was strange. Before, he couldnтАЩt bring himself to look at her and now he couldnтАЩt look away. He smiled as tears filled his eyes.

A long moment went by.

Suddenly, clenched her chest and winced. panicked, holding her up so she wouldnтАЩt fall off the bed. Her face was wet from the tears that had run down her cheeks, and whiteтАФ whiter than it was before, if that were at all possible. The grey had somehow disappeared.

тАЬAre you okay? WhatтАЩs wrong?тА? He worried.

тАЬIt hurts again,тА? she managed to say.

clenched her chest tighter, hoping to relieve some of the burning. It felt like jabs to the heart, jabbing her repeatedly in the same area. She almost couldnтАЩt catch her breath.

тАЬIтАЩm calling for help,тА? said, getting up from his knees.

тАЬNo,тА? she grabbed his arm, тАЬItтАЩll pass, stay with me.тА?

got back down on his knees, tracing тАЩs face with his eyes. He could see the pain in her translucent eyes getting stronger and stronger every second. He started to worry that maybe it was time for her to leave him now. Maybe the wish had been fulfilled and she had to go, whether he wanted her to or not. He didnтАЩt have a choice.

Regret started to flood through his body. All that time he was pushing her away, arguing and being stubborn, he could have been holding her, kissing her and talking about nonsense with her. Instead, he was being a jerk, wasting time not being with her.

тАЬI thought...when you were dead,тА? she stammered, тАЬyou didnтАЩt feel...anything.тА?

gave a sad, sympathetic look. He didnтАЩt like seeing her like this. He didnтАЩt like seeing her upset or in pain. He somehow felt it too, but in a less intense way.

тАЬMaybe youтАЩre not dead,тА? he whispered hopefully.

looked up at confused, and for a moment the pain subsided. Their eyes locked in a stare; they couldnтАЩt turn away from each other. For that minute, saw the real . Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, her skin soft and healthy like porcelain, her lips red and subtle with life.

Their faces were only a couple of inches away now, slowly moving closer with each second. But pulled away just before they could touch. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so badly that his body tensed up with anger, shaking ever-so-slightly. He wanted to bring himself to do itтАФreally, he didтАФbut a part of him was still too afraid to get that close. If he allowed himself to accept her being here, would he lose her all over again without a chance to say goodbye?