Regine Iman Thomas
If he didnt have any feelings for me all he had to do was say it. He didnt want a girlfriend....more like he didnt want me as a girlfriend.
I was starting to feel like more and more of a burden to everyone. The fact that Joey still thought I irritated him made that feeling even worse. I seemed to get on everyone's nerves. My mother wouldn't even answer the phone for me anymore. I was sure she was done with me for good.
Probably happy to finally have gotten rid of me.
I finished up my crying spell and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a wreck. Sure I looked fine on the outside, but on the inside I felt like I was barely making it.
When I was done in the bathroom I went back to lay down. Joey was laying on his back with his arm covering his face. I slid into the bed with my back facing him and turned off the light. I didnt turn the tv off. I wasnt sure if he was going to continue watching it.
After a while, the bed moved and I felt him pull me closer to him. His thumb rubbed my hip bone gently and he kissed the back of my neck near my spine. I closed my eyes as a chill ran up my body.
I didnt understand. I wasnt his girlfriend but he did things like this?
I wasnt his girlfriend but he managed to make me feel like this?
Maybe it was just one sided. Maybe I was thinking too much into it. Maybe it was just me. I guess he didnt feel the same.
"Goodnight" he muttered. My heart fluttered. I ignored it and tried to fall asleep.
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Joey woke up early to work on his artwork. I didnt want to bother him so after finishing up some work for a client, I decided I would go visit Nicole.
I showered and got dressed in some joggers and an acid washed tshirt. I slid into some puma slides and threw my hair into a bun. I wasnt going to bother with make up. I was only going to visit a friend.
I grabbed my bag and made my way out into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. If I didnt bring one I would probably die in the heat.
Joey entered the kitchen. "Where you going?"
"To see Nicole" I responded simply to him.
"How you getting there?"
"The bus."
