as i'm going to england for a few days i don't know when i'll update. i have all parts written so all i have to do is upload them but i don't know when i'll have wifi.
'that's it! i've had enough of that son of a bitch!' i say frustrated.
'i'm going to go to his house and make him talk to me. if i have to stay there all day just to hear two words, i'm willing to do that.'
'are you sure that's a good idea clo?' asks margaux on the phone, 'i mean didn't want you want him to talk you first?'
'yes i did say that. but i'm parked by his house and his car is outside. i know he's in there.' I say undoing my seatbelt.
'well go ahead if you think this is the best thing, but call me afterwards and tell me everything!' she says.
'don't worry marg, i will.' i say before ending the call. i get out my car, lock it and walk towards his house. i ring the doorbell and a few moments later someone finally answers.
'what are you doing here?' he says carrying mia in one arm.
'still as polite as ever i see.' i say rolling my eyes, 'i came to talk to you.'
'i told you, there's nothing to talk about.' he says going to close the door but i put my foot in front of the door, 'don't even think about.' he rolls his eyes and sighs.
'stop acting like a child and act like an adult for once.' i say and he finally gives up and let's me in.
'let me put mia back in her crib then we'll talk.' he says emotionless leaving the room. i look around to see if anything has changed. the wall that once had a collage of pictures of erika and antoine with mia only has two pictures left. one of antoine and mia and the other one is of mia and i. i look at the picture till antoine speaks, 'that reminds me, i need to get that picture down.' he says and i force a smile to stop myself from slapping him.
'someone's on their period.' i mumble as i follow him into the kitchen / dining room.
'what?' he asks raising an eyebrow, 'nothing dear.' i say sarcastically and he puffs. the tension is so thick here, not even a knife could cut it.
'so, what do you want?' he says sitting down, i sit opposite him.
'this isn't healthy antoine. how we're being with each other. this isn't a healthy friendship-' i start to say but he scoffs.
'friendship? you call this a friendship?'
'shut up and listen to me antoine. you're acting like a 5 year old. I don't understand how you're acting like a douche bag when i haven't done anything wrong? erika left you there must be something up. why did you storm off when neymar and I announced our engagement. are you jealous or something?' i say and he scoffs once more.
'me? jealous? of neymar? why would i be jealous of him?'
'because he's stealing one of the most important people in your life away from you. another guy can make her happy, a man that's she going to have a family with someday and grow old together.' i start to say and his facial expression softens.
'the fact his best friend is growing up and doesn't need his help anymore. the fact his best friend has fallen in love with a man.' i say and i notice his eyes close and open again, eyes sparkling.
'stop it chloé.' he says quietly.
'the fact he isn't the only man in her life anymore. someone he can't have the same memories with anymore. another man who can put a smile on her face, another man who-'
'i'm sorry chloé! stop it please!' he says finally, looking at me red eyed.
'i'm sorry okay.' he says, voice cracking and putting his hands to his face and crying. i put my hand around his shoulder and rub his back and sigh.
'see this is what i mean by unhealthy antoine, we can't do this to each other. i mean fight, cry, not talk to each other in ages and repeat it all again. i don't want to cry for you anymore. you're my best friend, i love you.' i say putting my arms around him.
'i'm sorry chloé.'
