I think I have a problem. *sighs* I'm addicted to writing -Oceans;
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Days later I received a call.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Nick, it's Sel," she said.
"Hey, Gomez," I smiled into the phone.
"Why did you slip your number into my pocket?" she asked.
"Because I need to talk to you," I answered.
"Nick, please leave the past in the past. Things are better this way," she blankly said.
Not really.
She remained silent on the phone, so did I.
"Can I visit you?" I asked, minutes later.
"I'm at work, Nicolas," she responded.
"I can visit you at work," I smirked.
"Listen, you have Demi now. Be good to her," she sighed.
"She isn't you though," I replied.
"Nick," she breathed.
"Please? I can bring you lunch. What do you want?" I asked.
"Italian sounds nice," she giggled," I work on 580 Market street. Third floor. Ask for Gomez."
Then the line went dead.
She hung up on me.
I grabbed my wallet, coat and car keys and set off to my girl.
She looked amazing in her tight, knee length, black skirt and white blouse. Her hair was pinned up into a bun with her pencil and she had black, square eyeglasses on.
"Did someone order Italian?" I asked, walking into her office.
She peered over her frames and smiled, standing up and walking towards me.
"Thank you, Jonas," she replied grabbing the bag from my hands.
She turned around, walking back to her desk. I watched as her walked away, with the same wiggle she always had. I smiled, scratching the back of my head.
"What?" she asked, turning around.
"Nothing," I dug my hand in my coat pockets.
She raised her eyebrows, removing her glasses, "Shut the door and have a seat."
I removed my coat and sat down, removing the food from the bag and setting it in front of us. A smile arose on her face as the scent of the food traveled into her nose. She clapped happily and jumped in her seat.
"You're so cute," I laughed under my breath.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Nothing," I smiled, grabbing a fork.
Before picking up her fork, she rolled up the sleeves of her shirt to her elbows. As she reached for her fork, I saw them. Blotched upon her pale skin of both her forearms were dark, purple bruises, in the shape of hands.
I reached across her desk, taking her arm in my hand. Her eyes caught mine, then trailed down to were I was looking. She jerked it away quickly, pulling the sleeves down her arms.
"What happened?" I breathed.
"Nothing!" she snapped.
"He did this, didn't he?" I asked, walking around the table and kneeling beside her chair.
"No! What are you talking about?!" she huffed.
"This, Sel!" I yelled, pulling the sleeves up her arms.
She looked down at me, tears forming in her eyes. Then threw her arms around my neck.
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Does anyone notice Selena's change in attitude when Taylor is not around?
is it bad that i'm glad that your addicted to writing Oceans??
if it makes you feel better, i'm addicted to reading it.
more please!!!tonight??
lolannie 2 years ago
haha, just one more. =]
Xox0NelenaLove0xoX 2 years ago
ahh the marathon was awesome.
you're an amazing writer.
Xilovejb00X 2 years ago
thanks =]
Xox0NelenaLove0xoX 2 years ago