MATTIA
"It's me"
I rolled my eyes when I recognised her voice coming from my room. I walked in to see her standing next to my bed, seemingly guilty.
"So you just let yourself in now? Is that what we're doing?" I asked, dropping the knife on the dresser.
"Mattia I'm sorry" she burst into tears, covering her face. I stared at her for a second but for some really fucking stupid reason I still cared about her. I walked over to her, pulling her into a hug and letting her cry on my chest. I didn't like seeing anyone like this. Except my Dad.
"I meant every single 'I love you' and I was so serious about us, I just didn't know how to tell you" she cried, wiping her face as I let her sit down.
"I hope you're not asking for forgiveness here"
"No, I know you won't forgive me" she said, composing herself after realising that I wasn't trying to be nice about anything.
"Then why are you here?"
"To tell you that you're not fired, unless you quit. My Dad somehow understands your situation and the last thing you'd need is to be employed" she said but I raised my eyebrows. What would he know about any of this? He was just as ignorant as his wife.
"Cool, leave now" I said coldly, going over to my wardrobe. I took off my jacket and turned to look at her as I undid the shirt buttons on my sleeve.
"That's it? You're not going to quit? I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, standing up.
"Sure, night"
My hands went to my shirt as she stayed put, staring at the ground. Either she really wanted to see me shirtless or she was trying to get on my last nerve.
"There's, uh, one more thing.."
"What? Just leave already" I snapped, becoming impatient as she played with a ring on her finger. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes lowered.
"They kicked me out"
Instantly I felt bad for being rude towards her. She didn't even have to state the reason since half of Hollywood already knew why. No thanks to me.
"Shit I'm sorry" I grabbed shirt and handed it to her, she took it but I could see the sadness in her face.
"I'll take the couch" she said. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door before she could, placing my hand on the handle.
"Don't be stupid, I'll take it, it's a pullout bed so I'll be fine. You can take my bed or the guest room"
"Thank you" she said quietly, looking up at me finally. I gave her a small smile, she returned it before going to my bathroom to get changed.
"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked before going downstairs and leaving her alone.
"Mattia we're at your house" she laughed "you don't have to be my bodyguard here, I'll be fine"
"I'm not asking as your bodyguard" I said "I'm asking as your friend, Athena". There was a brief silence between us. It was either a silence because she didn't see me as her friend anymore or because she was merely being grateful. I'd take the latter.
"I'll pass for food" she said, walking out the bathroom. She looked adorable in my t shirt with her hair tied in a single braid.
"Goodnight" I said quickly, before the staring would become obvious.
I left the room and went downstairs, retrieving the bed out of the couch and grabbing a blanket. I took my shirt off and checked my phone, there was only one message about new jobs in the area. I kept it for future references. Maybe I'd need it sooner than later.
ATHENA
It'd been around an hour since Mattia had gone downstairs. I wiped my tears with my fingers as I pulled his covers over my face.
I hadn't been able to fall asleep, even though his shirt had such an addicting scent; it made me even crazier for him than I already was. But I couldn't be with man who was now hated by my parents. But then again, they now hated me just as much.
It wasn't even for having sex outside my relationship. It was because it was him. But then again, my happiness had never really mattered.
I sighed as I turned over again, looking outside the window. The city was so dead, I matched the energy.
I got out of bed, my feet hitting the cold laminate as I walked downstairs to where Mattia was sleeping. I knew he didn't want anything to do with me and I already felt burden enough.
I crept into the living room to see him asleep on the couch. But his eyes flickered open when he heard me closing the door.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"I can't sleep"
He looked up at me for a second, his shoulders relaxing. Before I could say anything else he pulled the blanket back and moved over. I felt my lips curving upwards as I got in next to him, my back towards him as he threw the blanket over me, making sure I was covered properly.
"I'm still not happy with you" he mumbled, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back into his chest.
"Okay" I whispered, feeling my cheeks heating up. I didn't know where we were supposed to go from there. But all I knew was that I wanted that moment to last forever. Just me, him and nothing else.
