Pink Second Chance

Pink Second Chance
July 23th

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Maybe the pink had been a little too much. It made me feel like a piece of bubble gum.
Still, I was wearing it. He liked me in pink. I wanted to show I was making an effort. I was moving on. Letting him in.
So pink it was.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" Alex asked as soon as he opened the door and got a good look at me.
I smiled. "It's a sweater."
"I can tell. Bloody hell. It's pink," he muttered. He sounded more dumbfounded than the time he had tried to read my physics book. I had to admit the expression made him look extra cute. I immediately felt bad for thinking that. Alex was not who I was here to see.
"Yes I am aware it's pink. Ric happens to like pink on me," I said as I pushed passed Alex and into the apartment he and Ric shared.
"Screw Ric, I like it." He grabbed my hand turning me around so he could stare some more. "Heck, I love it."
"But I didn't wear it for you," I growled pulling my arm away from his grip. "I wore it for Ric. Where is he?" I had expected Ric to come out to the living room when he heard the door bell or my voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.  
"Getting take out." Alex looked me over again, making me cross my arms over my chest and turn towards the window. He wasn't supposed to look at me like that anymore. "I guess I should have played the guilt card some more when we were together. Could have gotten you to wear all sorts of things…"
I decided to not dignify that with a response.
"Remind me: why did we break up?" He asked after a few moments of silence. Stunned by the question I turned, about to give him a good yelling at. I was surprised to see an earnest look on his face.
"Because all we did was fight and at the end we kind of hated each other," I told him, grimly. At least I didn't yell. "Or did you conveniently forget that?"
"But I made you smile a lot too," he whispered taking a few steps closer to me. He reached out to touch my cheek but I backed away.
"Don't," I mumbled. "If Ric sees…he already thinks I'm not over you."
"Well are you?" he asked, still standing way to close.
"Yes." No  
"I don't believe you!" He said before pulling me in for a kiss.
Pulling away would have been the smart, rational thing to do. But I was wearing a pink sweater, which was a good comment on my mental status. So I kissed him back. Kissed and kissed. It was epic. The kind of kiss you only dreamed of and saw in movies.
Until…"Emma?"
Oh crap. Ric was back.

Fin