8.) Do Over

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8.) Do Over



A week ago I told myself I would guard my heart. Now, I'm on the comfy couch in Chris's recreation room, watching Don Juan DeMarco—a romantic comedy. I guess I'm only good at keeping promises when it comes to others.

Chris sat beside me looking super kissable in a brown beanie and tight white v-neck, flaunting his smooth-skinned pecks and toned biceps. But this wasn't a date; his friend, Simon, the Irish, long-haired Eminem, sat on the armchair to the right while his pink-haired friend, Alexa, chomped on fries. Me and Chris were just two friends hanging out, totally platonic. He hadn't touched me once since the time I arrived two hours ago. And it felt nice being able to view Chris as a friend and not harboring that stressful pressure of trying to become something more.

I concentrated on young Johnny Depp as he leaned on a desk and spoke in his forged Spanish accent to Marlon Brando. "There are those that do not believe a single soul born in heaven can split into twin spirits and shoot like falling stars to earth where over oceans and continents their magnetic forces will finally unite them into one. But how else to explain love at first sight?"

My eyes watered. That line got me every time. I glanced at Chris. His own eyes glistened, but it could've just been from the two beers he'd consumed. Though, he was pretty stoked to see this rom-com...Maybe he really did have a tender heart--when he wasn't slaying others.

My cell phone's jingly ringtone interrupted Marlo's response. I dug into my jeans and checked the screen: Mamatu. Man this woman's timing is impeccable.

"Hey, Mom."

"It's two in the morning. Can you come home before three?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you. I'll be waiting up for you. Love you."

"Of course you will." I smiled. "I love you, too." I shoved my phone into my pocket. I turned to Chris, so ridiculously cute in that beanie. "I have to go."

"All right." He stretched as he reached for the remote and paused the movie. "Do you mind if I hold onto it?"

"Of course not."

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