"Why do you keep coming back?"
He looked at me, "Hmm?"
I stared at him, at his brown eyes that his hair rested over. His muscular form casually leaning up against the wall opposite me. I stared at those eyes, the eyes that alway pulled me in, brought me closer, always, it was inevitable. I sighed, and I turned around, attempting to ignore him. It was easier said than done.
He whispered, "What's wrong, Blue?"
I hated that nickname. It reminded me of everything. Everything we were. Everything we used to have. Everything I still wanted us to be.
I glared at him, "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
He stared at me, his expression becoming tender, like for the first time he understood the hate, the pain. He sighed softly, before murmuring, "Why won't you talk to me?"
I raised any eyebrow, "Why won't you leave me alone?"
He was suddenly closer, his face close to mine.
"Blue, you know I wasn't trying to hurt you. I didn't want to."
As close as he was, I remembered why I hated him, why I should just walk away.
"Stop with the nickname. That ended with our relationship, and you didn't mean to hurt me? I don't believe you, and I never will, okay?"
His eyes became angry, "Why can't you ever believe me, Bee? Why can't you for once open that head of yours to new ideas? Why can't you understand that I didn't want everything to happen like it did?"
"Because you did want it to happen like it did! You didn't fight for anything, you just ran away from everything! It was perfect, and then you just messed it up with three words and abandonment!"
"I didn't abandon you! I was scared out of my mind, because you scare me, and everything I feel scares me! More than anything, and all you can do is say you hate me, as I fight for you!"
I rolled my eyes, "I still hate you."
His face was right in front of mine, as he pressed me against the lockers behind me, an arm on either side of me.
"Did you hate me when you kissed me? Did you hate me when I held you? When I dragged you on a ferris wheel, as you cried your eyes out and kissed you? When you were freezing at the hotel, and I snuck onto your floor to give you my jacket? Did you hate me then, Blue?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't breathe, as I realized that my hate wasn't really hate. I was angry. I was angry at him for leaving, for lying, for everything he did that turned out to be false.
He pressed on, "Did you?"
I sighed quietly, "No, I didn't hate you then, I couldn't hate you then, because you were perfect."
He looked at me, softly pressing his palm to my cheek, "You don't hate me, Blue."
I blinked multiple times before looking down mumbling, "I'm angry with you."
He stroked my cheek reassuringly, as butterflies danced in my stomach and up my throat. My eyes closed without my permission, as I breathed in his cologne. The spicy clean smell that always made my heart skip.
Slowly, he rested his forehead against my on, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it, and you know it. You know I wouldn't be fighting this hard I didn't mean it."
I looked up at him, but he was too close. He was out of focus, as I mumbled, "Liar."
I moved out of his arms, and he spoke to me, as I walked off, "What do I have to do to prove it to you?!"
I turned around, but it was a mistake. His eyes were tender, as tears started forming. His arm was outstretched towards me, palm up. He didn't move, as I spoke.
"I don't know. I'll tell you when you do it."
Then he moved forward, faster than I could recognize and crashed his lips to mine. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as he constricted his arms around my waist. I pulled him closer, and I didn't let him pull away.
After a moment, he broke his lips away from mine.
"I love you, Blue."
"I hate you."
"Did you find that out before or after you kissed me?"
"And what is your conclusion?"
"That I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
His lips were on mine, and all I could think was, 'I love him. More than anything.'
He pulled away, but only for a moment to whisper in my ear, "I love you, too, Blue."
Author's Note: Okay, this is actually based on me and my ex-boyfriend who just happened to pop back into my life tonight, as he called me multiple times until I answered. Lovely right? He's one of those people that as much as you want to hate him, you really struggle to, because when he's being nice he's really a sweetheart, but then he gets all evil again, and I'm evil back, but then he's a sweetheart, and it's just impossible.
I hope you like it.
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