-Tex's POV-
I smiled weakly and sipped some more of my drink. Honestly, I would of preferred something alcoholic, but it'd probably be best if we stayed sober.
''I know you do, Oli.'' I said quietly, after an awkward silence.
He frowned and stood up. He put his glass in the sink and turned to face me.
''So, do you love me back... Or..?'' He muttered, fiddling with his ring.
I bit my lip and sighed deeply.
''I do.'' I whispered. So much. If only he knew how much.
By now he had a small grin plastered on his face. He must of heard me.
''But..'' I sighed, standing up. ''This-''
His smile disappeared.
''But? But what, Texas?'' He frowned, not letting me finish.''I love you, and you love me back. What more do we need? This could work. We could make this work.''
''Like last time?'' I resisted the urge to scoff.
''I know I made a mistake. But so did you Texas. You fucking cheated on me with that Purdy numerous times.'' He said loudly.
''You broke my heart.'' He whispered, calming down. ''But I'm still in love with you.''
''I'm sorry.'' I frowned, my heart filling with guilt. ''So sorry for hurting you.'' I said tearfully.
''But do you really expect us to work out? For a start, we live in different countries. How would that work, huh?''
Honestly, I was just making up excuses. Wrong of me, I know.. But I'm so afraid of hurting him again, or vice versa.
''I'd move back to the states.'' He said in a duh tone.
''No Oli. I can't bear hurting you again. It's best if we just stayed... friends...'' I said shakily.
''I've got enough friends.'' He scoffed, before filling up his glass with water.
''We're already friends.'' He said sarcastically after downing the water.
''Maybe in a few weeks we can have a slumber party, and watch a chick flick, and do each others makeup'' He said in a girly voice. ''And maybe we can invite Ashley'' He laughed harshly.
I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. I hate when he's in a sarcastic mood. He can be nasty when he wants to be.
''Totally.'' I scoffed. He tried to glare at me, but started laughing.
''I just got a weird mental picture in my head.'' He shuddered, sitting back beside me. ''Makeup is so not my look.'' He smirked.
How could anyone stay mad at him?
''I think you'd look good with a bit of eyeliner. Would really make your eyes pop.'' I laughed, joining in.
''I don't think so.'' He chuckled.
He moved closer to me, and started randomly playing with my hair.
''Your hair is so soft, considering how many times you've bleached it..''
I laughed and nodded. ''Yeah, I suppose I'm lucky like that. My hair has always stayed healthy.''
He let go of my hair, and smiled at me.
