Maybe that's all I will ever be - an incomplete sentence, a half written story. Finished, without an Ending.

Xander P.O.V

I was expecting her to be alone, maybe I'd drop her phone get a glance or two at her restless body. I undeniably caused it's distress yet; was not by any means alone. The boy I saw from earlier, was holding her hand creasing at her hair and face. I stood there watching him not uttering a word; the room wasn't silent classical music was playing. Soft yet loud; horrible taste.

Who even authorised this; who said Malia likes such music; I found myself critiquing every aspect. Angery at not being involved - actually I was furious I wanted to yet again kick things.

"Oh, Hey! You one of Lia's Friends?" He approached me, It took me a moment to wrap my mind up around the fact he calls her Lia!

Who is this Guy? He's good looking symmetric features at any other day would have made me race. But not today; not when he has his hands on my M!

"Uhm.. Yeah, I'm Xander." I extended my hand.

"Luke Hadyns," He introduced a smile playing on his lips? Is he stupid or am I on glue and my favourite girl isn't actually laying on a hospital bed. The fuck he's fanatic about!

"Z right, She calls you Z!" He shot at me. Now that made me even more pissed, he knows about us! she told someone about me? What did she say!

"Yeah, do I know you," I asked - wanting to hit bottoms with him.

"I do, I'm the Best Friend;"

"Ah.. nice to meet you. Well I'm just a friend." I tailed my hypocrisy. "How's she?" I asked.

"She's better," He said setting down.

"Do you know if she's gonna wake up, soon?" I asked him.

"She will be up in less than an hour if you're gonna wait. I need to go check on the kids and get her some clothes." He told me.

"Yeah sure, I will be here." I told him - thanking the lord he's leaving after minimising the stereo volume.

I sat there, looking at her restless face. She had a few bruises on her cheeks - and on her neck. Lashes resting on her smooth skin; her lips red like a cheery almost unreal.

I was losing my mind, not helping myself. Since when does she go on road trips with strangers and I've been asking for forever to come with me to my dad's beach house and all she'd always say was her 'photoshop body wasn't ready yet.'

I cried on the inside, my hands reaching for her skin. I wasn't sure she needed me there, I couldn't see why she made up a big deal of my sexuality I knew I should have told her - just the time did not seem right.

I heard her mummering making me set up straight, alert; "M.. Malia." I called her so softly.

She reached for her head, her eyes watering. Slowly fluttering; her eyes open, enamoured kryptonic slit through my soul gazing at me.

I did not say anything until she started her asult; that I didn't find offending at all. On the contrary, I found it fullfiling at least she was awake!

I smiled, "What's that smirk supposed to mean?" She asked, ridiculing my existence.

"Nothing, Are you feeling better?" I asked moving her hair to the side.

She did not even answer me.

"Luke?" She called.

"He left,"

"You met?"

I noded, "He's your Boyfriend right?" I asked.

She gave me no reply, before throwing "No,"

For a moment I felt giddy - she's better left single, is all I am saying.

"Who's he then,"

"Don't have thoughts about him, he's mine." She said, shutting her eyes again.
"Wish I never knew you Xander,"

"Told you, you were gonna say that some day, now you believe me!"

"You had it coming;" She uttered, drifting into sleep - wetting her lips.

My thumb creased over her puckered lip - not necessarily reflecting upon any other sinarios.

I got up - hovering over her. I kissed her, I kissed her and I did not care.
Her lips molded lifelessly with mine; I then realised just how much I've missed her. Just how much I'd have hated my self more, believe it or not, for her pain.

She moaned, in pain. "I'm sorry," I pronounced not yet leaving her side. My body still hovering over her; "I won't forgive you," I continued to listen silently - my forehead connecting with hers.

Her eyes wailing, "Don't touch me; this is all your fault," She told me, her voice small.

"My fault?" I shouted. "You Don't tell me anything is fault." I gritted leaving her side.
"You are the one who went around like a stupid thing on a Fucking beach bitch? Was that my fault too?"

"That is entirely your fault, if you hadn't lied to me - I wouldn't have went away to depress on how you screwed me over."

"I told you, I am sorry, should have told you. It just did not come up. What is your problem you're a racist now?"

"I'm no racist - you are a lier. And it did not come up? going to get milk from the grocery store did not come up. Going to the fares wheels last year did not come up. You Fucking dicks when I'm kissing you, is not!"

"Okay, so what? I did not want to tell you. Sue me!" I shouted at her, she started caughing so roughly.
I stood there watching, unable to do anything. "Are you Okay?" I asked.
helping her up, she tried to push me away but I didn't budge.

"You'll be fine," I told her rubbing her back helping her to a water bottle. As her breathing calmed - I exhaled in relief.

"Leave me alone," She said, grieving.

I twirled my tongue in the insides of my cheek. She can slotter me that's for sure, "I will, just not now." I told her.

"Promise me, promise a promise that you can't break you will leave me. I don't want to even be your friend."

"That won't be a problem," I answered her, I did not give it that much thought - how hard could it be?
I have had my share of heart breaks - none matter now.

"I almost believed we actually had something you know," she whispered - her chuckles dry as a Sahara Desert.

I did not know what to say, she thought we had something? Is she that nieve!

We were messing around, Okay, I dmit I don't normally have conversations with a lot of people - but with her it's a bit different.

Yet that's cause she's good, not for any other reason her sinster mind might have portrayed for her. I know for a fact I don't feel anything towards her!

Do I?

No! I'm Gay.

"How did you know?" She asked.

"Facebook," I replied, Unceremonious.

"Just like strangers, good you're one step closer." She added, yet again her tone almost broken. I hadn't heard such distressed voice in a while; Not counting Mom she's always that hurt.

Add another to the list of people who hate/ are annoyed by Xander,

"That reminds me I have your phone,"
I told her, cumbersomely changing subjects.

She tilted her head, and for the first time since she woke up locking eyes with me - confused.

"I took it from the guy who was driving you,"

She nodded her head, and if I wasn't looking would have missed it.

"Forgot it at home thou,"

"You came earlier?" She asked, again lookin at me. My body fluttery was very noticible by then - upon her 2nd time soul gazing.

"Yeah, just before your siblings and... Puke," I rolled my eyes.

She giggled, and it was heaven to my ears. I did not understand what was so funny but I was satisfied.

"His name is Luke." She corrected, just the way she always did when I speak wrong Italian.

And quickly collected her easy going spirit and gave me a hard look -making me smile at her cuteness. "He's my Best Friend you will never be able to compete with," She said taking pride. In a Fucking puke boy, who is that fucker anyway.

"I am not in a competition M," I told her trying to hold on to the little dear patience I got.

"Whatever, don't go into my phone. And don't let your curious nasty head have any other thoughts." She warned, Just in time as Puke entered.

That's what I'm calling him from now one, Puke came; Puke said, Puke did. Suits the boy well, better than his given name even.

Can Anyone beg the differ? I think not.

"Hey, Love birds." Puke Said, his all sleezy charming way did not allure me at all.

M rolled her eyes at his pet name, I on the the hand liked the sound.

"I am gonna leave you guys again, I'll be down stairs for the paper work. Don't kill each other and you," he pointed at me; while putting the duffel bag he had down. I narrowd my eyes at him waiting for him to make the wrong move so I can choke him with reason. I wondered, giving him death glares; best friend my ass does he sound or even look like one?

I ain't competing with that shit, I can do better.

"Don't be a tacky painting," he said and left.

I looked at M, my hands gesturing at the door and at her and my head. "The fuck is his problem, who the fuck is that fucker!" I shouted.

She said nothing for a moment, and then she clicked - I started to regret again.

Hello beautiful readers, I Dreamt an amazing dream wish I could share. But I want to cherish it.

Exciting days right!

1650 Words.

28th April, 2020 @ 6:36 PM

Mimi 😊