History Doesn't Repeat Itself

Chapter 16

GALE

"Shit." I say.

This was supposed to be our moment. The moment where I can have Christy to myself. I missed her too much not to feel this way—like spoiling her with kisses and hugs and warm hands down her panties.

I was nervous but also happy. But mostly nervous.

The nervousness got stronger when I hear the front door open and close back up.

"We should probably get dressed," I say.

"You should. I'll pretend to be sick."

I chuckle a little bit, but that chuckle was short-lived when I heard a voice outside of our door.

I wrestle with the blankets and reach down the bed for my shirt, putting it on and putting my dick back into my boxers which I never got the chance to take off.

I put on my pants and I act as natural as I can. Though I'm not sure if having a come-drenched hand is natural, but I'll just roll with it anyway.

I walk to the door and pray to god that no one heard us. We were very loud. Mostly me and my childish grunts. I was too in the moment, but Christy was too and she was still naked on the bed.

She was still naked on the bed.

I gesture for her to put her clothes back on, but she instead covers her whole body in the blanket.

My eyes grow wide when I turn around and I hear the doorknob turn.

The door opened and Christy's mom was there. But there was someone much worse. On the couch was Cyder, staring at me.

"Velle!" Cyder yells out.

"Good morning, Liz," I say with a forced smile.

Liz doesn't reply, but the silence was broken when Cyder yells out: "Your zipper is still open!"

I look down, hoping she was just joking. Shit.

"I heard you coming in," I say after frantically zipping my fly up.

"I heard you." She says. She wasn't mad. She also wasn't happy. She looked like she had a lot of questions in her mind. Some questions that are probably better off unanswered.

I open my mouth, and I scratch the back of my neck. "I. . ." I sigh. "She remembers me."

I see her eyes light up. "I think she did. She remembered you a little bit too much."

I have no choice but to look away from her.

She was here the whole time. The person who went in wasn't her. It was Cyder. Not her.

She was standing outside the door the whole time.

I try hiding my embarrassment but it would probably be better If I just own up to it. Not that it wasn't obvious; my shirt was drenched and my belt was still unbuckled and the whole house probably echoed when I groaned.

"I'm so sorry you had to hear us. . . have sex." I say, saying that last part as quietly as I could.

"Holy shit." She says, covering her mouth. "You had sex? Shocking." She says sarcastically.

"Look, Liz. I'm very sorry. I was excited, I missed her and. . ."

"Missing her isn't something you should be sorry about, sweetheart. Come here." She says, opening her arms and hugging me.

I felt her warm embrace, and all I could do was accept it.

"Cyder, don't you dare," I say, wiping my eyes with my other hand.

"Aw? The little baby's crying?" Cyder says mockingly. I would have seriously loved to kick her out of the house, but this burst of happiness is too much to not take in. I have to.

"I'm going to treat your daughter the best way I can. I'll treat her better than anyone did." I whisper. This wasn't the first time I whispered something like this to Liz. The first time I did, I was crying, but it wasn't tears of joy. I was crying tears from sadness. Seeing Christy lying down on the hospital bed broke my heart. It hurt much more when I know that I was part of the reason she was there in the first place.

I look back at the floor and I hug Liz tighter.

"Too tight."

"Very sorry."

We spend a good minute just squeezing each other gently until I open my mouth.

"She's inside the room if you want to check up on her," I say, throwing my thumb over my shoulder.

"She's still sick?"

"She'll be pretending. Might as well play along."

Liz giggles and gestures for me to move aside.

We open the door and we see Christy, sitting on the bed. The only thing covering her was a blanket. She wasn't doing anything, she was just holding my phone and staring at the lock screen wallpaper.

She glanced at us, and Liz looks away, but I don't. I can't look away from her. I can feel my eye tearing up again.

"I was the one to take this picture. Mister Buzz was his name, right?" She says. "I used to love him. But he died, sadly. Oh well." She says.

One of the weirdest things that I find about Christy is her ability to let go of something. She let go of mister Buzz a few seconds after his death, while I was just sitting there, staring at his grave for almost half the day. She let go of Dave whom she had spent 7 months with while I was here pining over her for a month of her forgetting me. She doesn't get too attached to the past. And I think it has something to do with her trust in herself. Her trust in me. History repeats itself, but maybe it doesn't for her. Maybe it doesn't for me whenever I'm around her.

"Wow, you people are hella wild," I hear Cyder say from behind us. "I'm going back to the coffee shop."

I turn around and I see her eyes. This is what Christy sees when she looks at me, the difference being my irises are differently colored for each eye. I could see why she found me attractive. How she told me my eyes were cool the first first time she saw me.

I wrap my arms around her without the urge of kicking her out of the house. "Thanks for being here, C."

She tries to make me let go, but then finally lets me hug her. "I'm only letting you do this because I used your credit card to pay for my Pumpkin Spice."

"That, and I know you know you love me," I say.

"You're the only big brother I have left. I have to love you." She says, which makes me tear up into her shoulder even more.