The Middle Man

Sorries

After taking a small nap on Kian's shoulder, I woke up to someone knocking at the door.

-knock-knock-

I got up, with Kian following behind me, and opened the door to be greeted by Sam.

"Sam?" I asked as he just walked in.

"Hey guys, friends, what's up?" Sam yelled walking in and grabbing my waist to give me a small hug. Like I said before, he was touchy and right now I wasn't feeling it.

It reminded me of Drew's grip. Strong.

"Can you not touch my waist?" I asked him as he stopped, showing off a weird smirk-like smile. He wasn't pleased with my question but he did stop touching me, I had no complaints there. Him and I had a mostly hate-kind of love relationship and he knows that. We were only acquaintances because of Kian. Sam used to always try and hold my hand or hug me or even go as far as try to kiss me. It was funny and all sometimes, I'm just thankful he never actually kissed me or anything.

"I thought you liked it?" He asked me, then going to try and hold my hand. I had enough of this, and I was still irritated from the other day, I just snapped.

"Never in my f*****g life have I liked you touching me or even near me!" I yelled at him and it felt good to finally tell him off like I just did.

"Rosi?" He gasped grabbing his chest joking around then trying to snake his way back in. Kian sure didn't do anything but laugh and it wasn't the best feeling.

"Okay I'm tired, can both of you just leave?" I told them walking back to the door.

"Wait what?" Kian asked but Sam was already out the door so I wasn't worried about him questioning.

"Kian it was nice having you but i really don't want you here right now." That sounded a lot harsher than I intended it to but I didn't like being laughed at for something that made me uncomfortable. I know he didn't mean to because it was just Sam but right now all I could picture in my head was him laughing.

"Wait. I don't understand, I'm sorry." Then his face started to look angry, "I have been saying sorry so much lately. I'm a guy, I laugh at stuff that's funny even if it's stupid. And now I'm angry because I don't understand this." He yelled out at me. I could tell he was about to say sorry again until I stopped him.

"Don't say sorry, you are right" I said.

He was right, he did sorry about a lot of things a lot. I felt bad because he was saying sorry to me and for my mistakes. I could handle hearing another sorry that he didn't have to say.

He just stood there really awkwardly and didn't know what to do. I gave him a huge hug. He wrapped his arms around my back and bent his head down so he rested it on my shoulder and something really sad happened. Kian started to cry. Not a real sob or anything but I heard his deep breaths and a few drops hit my shoulder. There was no reason for him to be this upset but we did have a long past couple of days. Being worn down makes one so fragile, Kian was just letting it out. He backed up, and was about to dry his own tears until I pulled my arm up to dry them for him. He then smiled.

"Why are you crying Kian?"

"Because I screwed up again." He told me.

"No you didn't," I started, "now stop crying you are killing me you have no reason to cry."

He smiled "Okay. Can I still stay?"

"Of course."

We went back to the couch and turned on Sponge Bob. That's our relationship I guess, something upsets us, we work it out, and then go and watch Sponge Bob. We watched so many episodes, including the one where they are selling chocolate and me and Kian were mocking the person that yells at them about it.

"I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I HAD CHOCOLATE!" Kian yelled.

"I HATED IT!" I yelled back in response.

We then just started yelling chocolate for no reason, even when the episode was over.

"CHOCOLATE."

"CHOCOLATE?"

We both yelled at random times. We found our selves in a pool of tears because we were laughing so much.