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"Will you tell me how you two met?" I ask him. Everyone had probably gone to bed now, but not us. We were wrapped together in a blanket outside using a rock for a seat.

He chuckles. "Do you really want to hear me speak about another girl?"

"No, not really, but I have always been curious and it's about time my cat's lives stop decreasing."

"What?" He asks so confused and I have to laugh.

"You know the saying," I say and he shakes his head in response. "Oh, come on."

"Seriously, enlighten me," he tells me.

"They say curiosity killed the cat, but the cat has nine lives so..." I explained it so well in my opinion and yet he looked more confused than the first time.

"You're weirder than weird," he states, but I wasn't sure if that was meant to be an insult, if it was, I didn't notice because being weird is so undoubtedly cool.

"So how did you two meet?" I ask again. He takes a deep breath in and looks out into the darkness.

"It wasn't anything special."

"I still want to hear about it." I turn my head to look at him and he turns to lock eyes with my brown ones.

"I met her through Zack. Nothing really sparked between us the first time we meant. It's crazy we ended up together in the first place." He stops himself and smiles as he thinks back to those days he was with her. I bit my tongue because I was going to try to be mature about this. I asked him to tell me about it and if I'm his present, I can't always worry about his past.

She's not his past, Rossita. They share a child together. As fast as that thought came, I pushed it to the back of my mind - not right now.

"At that time Zack and Cassandra started dating and I was getting around to being okay with seeing my sister kissing my friend. It was awkward the first time we meant. Cassandra and Zack couldn't keep their hands off each other and we had to sit there acting like we hadn't seen them sneak kisses here and there," he continued.

"So why didn't you talk to her?' I ask him.

"Oh I did. She was absolutely gorgeous--" he stopped himself before going too far and I knew he did that for me, and I appreciated that in more ways than one. "Umm...so we just spoke about stuff. I didn't expect to see her again," he tells me.

I couldn't believe that. If she was Zack's friend, and he was also Zack's friend, they were bound to see each other again. I didn't need him lying in an attempt to protect my feelings.

"We saw each other again at a party. She had on this red dress and the boys couldn't stop staring at her--" You couldn't either, Gomes - he was a boy too. "I didn't like that so I approached her and we had a bit too much to drink. She's a funny drunk." He laughs, shaking his head as he remembers. "We ended up at my house-" he looked at me and waited to see my reaction, but I had been practicing a stoic expression, which seemed to have paid off as he turned to look to the front and continued talking.

"--nothing happened that night. Maybe a kiss or two, but nothing more," he whispered.

Don't try to protect me, Gomes. I'm a big girl now.

"So when did you two decide to be official?"

"The morning after that night. I had woken up early and made her breakfast. She told me that was the most sexiest thing a boy had ever done for her. I had laughed it off, because she probably had a hangover. She stayed for the entire morning and it just felt right, like we belonged together. From that day onwards we were inseparable. We did everything together and when my parents passed away, she was there every step of the way. She even got into it with her father because she wanted to stay the whole week with my sister and I and not go to school," he snickered. "Her father still had her go to school and she took that as the perfect opportunity to keep me and my sister up to date with everything. Although we never returned back to that school, she went far and beyond for us. She was something else really." He sighed, and for a moment it felt like he wanted to be back with her. Who could blame him, that sounded like the perfect girl.

"I'm with you now, so turn that frown upside down." He nudges me a little and I do as he asked.

"Go on, you're not yet done," I tell him.

"The other stuff is self explanatory," he states and I shake my head. "I don't think so," I say.

He looks at me for a quick second. "We had lots of sex and she ended up pregnant and we had our baby - see, self explanatory."

"You didn't have to tell me you two had lots of sex." I roll my eyes and he laughs as he pulls me closer to him.

"So what made you two break up?" I ask after silence had lingered around for too long.

"Yeah, that did happen." He sighs and takes a deep breath.

"Gomes?"

"Yeah," he answers. "I found her and Zack making out. I tried to move past it but I couldn't. I don't share what's mine with friends." He stared at him, and in that moment I wanted to run upstairs, jump on the bed and hide under the covers.

"So why did you forgive me?" I ask him softly.

He stays quiet, places his hand on top of my thigh and gives it a squeeze. "If I tell you, we're going to start arguing and I don't want that tonight," he whispers.

"No, tell me. I am mature now," I tell him and he puts a hand across his mouth to stop him from laughing.

"What's funny?" I ask. "Nothing. I shouldn't have." He clears his throat and looks at me seriously. "I had kissed Holly."

"You did?" I asked dumbfoundedly.

"It was in the moment," he says.

"Did you kiss her again when you went recently?" I ask, trying my best to keep my mature demeanor. But if he had kissed her recently, I am going to have him sleep on the floor.

"No, I didn't."

"You promise?" I pull out my pinky. He looks at it and then me. "Yes, I promise." He draws out his own pinky and wraps it around mine.

"Can you kiss me now?" He asks. I stare at him, and then his lips. "You smell like cigarettes," I tease.

"You didn't mind before," he tells me.

"I do now."

He nods.

"Why do you smoke?' I ask him suddenly.

"I have no reason," he says.

"Then why don't you stop. You know it's not good for you," I tell him.

"I'll think about it." He stands up from the rock, leaving me wrapped in the blanket alone.

"Gomes!" I call after him and he stops in his trail and turns around. "Yes?"

"I'm glad it didn't work out with Holly..." He stares at me, giving me that 'I don't understand why you mentioned that' look. "Because now you're mine." He smiles and calls me with his hand. I walk up to him and he wraps his arm around my waist. He drops a kiss on my forehead. "Let's go to bed."