Roommates
Chapter 47 (The last one was meant to be 46.)
I woke up the next morning, and took a quick shower, throwing on a floral romper.
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I walked my way to the kitchen, and in the process, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry!" Angela screamed.
"It's fine. Hey, where's everyone?" I asked.
"Oh, Tyson and Kristina went out to Los Angeles on a date or whatever. I got sick so Brett stayed with me." Angela explained.
I nodded. Why hadn't Kristina told me anything about this?
"Oh, well, I think I'm going to go out, too." I said, taking a pair of keys off of the counter.
"Where?" Angela asked, sniffling her nose.
"Santa Monica."
"Santa Monica? Can I come?" Brett suddenly asked, appearing in the kitchen.
"You should stay with Angela." I said.
A flash of hurt ran across his eyes, but it quickly went away.
"No, Angie doesn't mind, does she?" Brett asked, wrapping his arm around her, the way he use to hold me.
"But Brett! You said you were going to watch The Hills reruns with me." Angela whined, pouting her rosy pink lips.
I raised my eyebrows. "No, it's okay, Brett. I could go alone."
"No, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." he blurted out.
Since when did he start caring, again?
I could feel Angela's curious eves wandering back and forth between Brett and I.
I bit my lip. "You really should get approval from Angela."
"Angie? Please? I'll watch The Hills with you some other time." Brett pleaded.
Angela looked skeptical, but nodded. She coughed.
"Fine, Bretty-poo. Love you!"
Both Angela and I waited for Brett to tell her he loved her, too.
But, he never did.
"Your driving?" he asked.
"Yes, I grew up here." I said.
I saw his eyes traveling down to my neck, looking at the necklace he gave me last night.
When he saw me looking at him, he quickly looked away.
I started driving the route to Santa Monica.
The only reason why I wanted to go was to meet with the fortune teller again.
I needed that old lady's advice right now, because I was so confused.
But, I guess I couldn't go now, since Brett was with me.
He would think I'm psychotic for getting advice from a fortune teller.
I parked the car in a parking garage.
We started walking down the beautiful area of Santa Monica.
"Did you eat yet?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you?" he asked.
I sighed. Typical Brett, he hadn't changed a bit.
"Yes." I admitted.
He nodded, as we walked in a frozen yogurt place.
It was one of those places where you could get anything you wanted, and paid for the amount you got.
Brett and I both grabbed the large cup at the same time. Our hands grabbed the same cup, as our fingers brushed.
I immediately snatched my hand back.
My face flustered, as I refused to look him in the eye.
"S-sorry." I stuttered.
I heard him lightly chuckle, as he handed me a cup.
My trembling hands took it, and muttered, "Thanks."
We went over to the handles of frozen yogurt.
I trotted over to the strawberry frozen yogurt handle, but Brett's hand grabbed it before I did.
So, my hand went on top of his.
I blushed, yet again, and took my hand back.
"Now you're just doing it on purpose." I softly said.
Brett grinned, and shook his head, while pressing on the handle.
"Nope. I like strawberry." he smirked.
"No! Your favorite is mango." I corrected.
Brett's eyes glistened. "I'm glad you remembered."

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