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I jumped as the phone rang and settled myself down before looking down at the caller ID. It read Dominic. Fuck! I thought to myself as I hit ignore and got up to put in a movie. Then, the house phone rang. I knew it was Dominic; Please don’t pick it up Mom. Please oh please, I thought in my head, hoping it would work. Unfortunately, it didn’t.

My mom walked in quickly, as if she was in a hurry, “Dominic’s on the phone.” Then, she saw my tear streaked face. “Oh my, gosh honey! What’s wrong?” she asked frantically.

“Nothing Mom,” I brooded, taking the phone from her hand and ushering her out of my bedroom, locking the door behind her.

“Hello?” I answered, waiting for Dominic to ask what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” Dominic asked. What am I? A fucking psychic? I thought to myself.

“Nothing,” I lied, praying he didn’t hear my mom before.

“I heard your mom before asking what was wrong,” he told me. “So what’s wrong?” he asked, the concern in his voice growing more and more evident.

“Well,” I hesitated.

“Well what?!” he demanded. “Spit it out!” I could tell he was losing patience with me.

“Kevin broke up with me last night,” I spat. “Happy now?” I hung up the phone and cried into my pillow. I couldn’t do this. I mean, yeah I liked Dominic but I loved Kevin. And now we were over. I was so confused and I didn’t know what I was going to do next. After a few minutes of crying, I drifted off to sleep.

A couple hours later, I awoke to see a beautiful bouquet of pink roses, my favorite flower, on my night side table. I sat up, stretched and smiled. It looks beautiful, I thought. I took a whiff of the great scent and smiled again. The smile was permanently planted on my face; my face was glowing as I walked out into the living room. The glow and the smile disappeared as I looked to the couch and saw Dominic sitting there.

“Hi,” Dominic said quietly.

“Hi,” I replied. “Why are you here?”

“Because you sounded upset and you wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. And then you told me and I felt bad for pressing,” he retorted, taking my hands in his. I looked down and looked back up.

“Thanks,” I smiled weakly.

“Will you go out with me?” he asked quickly.

I blushed and looked back up at him, “Really?” I lifted my hand with his so they were palm to palm and intertwined our fingers.

“Really,” he answered, trying to catch my gaze.

“I’d love to,” I whispered as our lips touched softly.