We drove in silence the whole way. When we got to the apartment she got out and reached for the bags. When she leaned over I noticed that her boobs seemed larger...maybe it was my imagination, I thought as I followed her up the stairs. I didn't expect there to be a note on the door because Isaac was holding onto the argument the night before. He wasn't a creature of habit, even though the note said what his other notes usually did. Folding it I put it in my pocket and walked into the kitchen. The sugar bowl was empty, like I had thought. I started to fill it in while I thought about calling Isaac. The only problem was talking to him in front of her. It always made me uncomfortable. Just as I was finishing Amora jumped over the bar. She nearly landed right on top of me. I took a quick step back to give her some room. Her face lit up and she pressed her lips to mine. I used to love that so much. The spark wasn't gone, just the desire behind it.
Before I could tell her not to do that again she left. Just like that, gone. Shrugging, I picked up my cell and dialed Isaac's number.
“Hello.” I heard him say.
“I'm still mad at you.” I replied.
“Can we talk when I come over?” He asked.
I paused, just because. “Where are you at?”
“Grab something from Subway. I'm starving.” I demanded.
“Sure. Be there in an hour.” He said and hung up.
I walked into Amora's room and pulled one of her mirrors off the wall. Peeling the lining up I pulled out her diary. We used to communicate through it. I would read it and we would talk about what she had written. Then one day she moved it from between her bed frame and mattress, informing me that she didn't like me reading it anymore. I found it a few days later, but took to reading it only when there was something going on. We barely talked about certain things anymore and it was the only way I could figure out what she was thinking. I opened it to the last page she had written in. Feeling empty when I realized there wasn't anything new.
About an hour later, after watching reruns on FOX, Isaac showed up. He made himself comfortable while I started eating. I should say he made himself comfortable and made me uncomfortable. His blue eyes watching me intently as I took each bite.
Finally he spoke. “So...have you talked to her about moving out?”
“Isaac, I told you I don't want her to move out.” I grumbled, here we go again.
“How am I supposed to feel, Kyle? You are living with your ex-girlfriend.” He grimaced.
“There isn't anything going on between us anymore.” I lied.
“Your not convincing me. Why would you still want her to live here if there is nothing going on?”
“I already told you,” I retorted. “She pays half the bills.”
“I'll move in and pay half the bills.” He cut in.
My heart sped. “Her name is on the lease.”
“Ask her to take it off.” He replied, like I was a child.
Anger surfaced. “We haven't been together long enough to live with each other.”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “Excuses, excuses.”
“Don't start with me.” I mumbled, as I pushed him lightly on his shoulder.
He scowled at me, but didn't bring it up again.