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"And what do you drive? Prius? No, no...a minivan?" The man mocked, arms folded |
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Caden leaned against the car, now glad they were talking about something he enjoyed. "Well, depends on the day. Some days it's McLaren..."
He trailed off, turning the engine of his on from the key phob. "Others a Bugatti, I have a Chiron and a custom one, to be specific." |
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The man's smirk disappeared. "What'd you say your name was again?" |
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"Caden, Caden Ortiz. Y'know...the one who's kinda sorta famous? Though I mean if you haven't heard of me i'm not surprised, either." Caden laughed |
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The man stumbled back. "A couple buddies of mine got mixed up with you a while back. The scars still show." The man muttered fearfully. "Whatever, she's yours. Fuck." He jogged off into the ball again, Rose standing. "Thank you. For helping me." She said. "Do you want anything in return?" |
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"Yep, average response." Caden murmured, looking over at Rose and considering her offer. "The truth, about everything that went down between us." |
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"When? High school? Head over heels and a cocky teenager who thought she was better than everyone else. Adulthood and marriage? I fixed most of myself and tried to be less bitchy but was ungreatful. Loved you. Recently? I've been avoiding talking to you because I'm pretty sure you hate me. Now? I want you but won't talk to you unless you start the conversation because I don't wanna piss you off." She said, glancing at his eyes but mostly keeping her eyes on the ground or her hands |
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"If i'm honest," Caden sighed, running a hand over his face. "I never wanted to split I was just so---so mad and it'd all bottled up and God, I don't know what I was thinking. I've always wanted to ask if you still miss me but then I was a wimp and too scared too, thought if I avoided you it'd make you come up to me. I just-"
He looked up at her, really looked. "I miss you Rose. I really do." |
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She locked eyes with him, his words hitting home. "I'm sorry for kissing you. I miss you too." She muttered. "I'm sorry for being an ungreatful bitch. I've been told multiple times since we split. I've also been told I'm useless and you were smart to leave me. And they were right. You were." |
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"Please don't aplogize for that, if I had known it was you it would've been like how we used to, not like you were a stranger." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he realized she didn't understand. "No Rose, you don't understand I just..." |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
