My Amor Chapter 2

Kyle

Confusion is a major part of my life. It was inane that I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted generic sugar or name brand. Did it make that much of a difference? I picked up the generic brand and started reading the back. My mind wandered to where my roommate went. Well, if you could call her that. A lot of other things came to mind....lover...girlfriend...whatever she was. I could have sworn she said something about the bathroom. Which struck me as odd, Amora never used the public restrooms. I don't know why I was so surprised...she had been acting strange lately.
Which was probably my fault entirely. As usual. I really shouldn't have crawled into bed with her last night. In a way I knew that she would give me what I wanted. I mean she had her faults, don't get me wrong, but she was an excellent girlfriend. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and asked if we had any sugar at home. She mumbled something and then made an excuse to leave. Amora was a picky eater and usually stuck by my side when I did the shopping. I looked at my nearly empty cart and threw the sugar in, even though her mumble could have been no. There was too much stuff running through my mind to concentrate on shopping.
Walking out with the groceries I saw her pulling out her cigarettes. I hated that she smoked, even though she had just recently started. She gave me a sheepish “I've been caught” look as she stuffed them back into her pocket. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing one of my old jackets. God, she had matured since we first met. I couldn't help but give her a kiss...even though it was leading her on. But was it? When I really didn't know what I wanted? I could never stop having feelings for her but being with her and being with Isaac were just so different, I thought as we loaded the groceries into the trunk of her car and headed home.
Living with Amora complicated things. I'd never ask her to leave because I couldn't imagine living without her. Maybe that makes me selfish....I don't know. All I know is that she's great company. Whenever I need someone to talk to or ride with I ask her first. Mainly because she never says no. Or it could be because she knew when I wanted to talk, when I wanted to listen and when I needed some peace. That is why it was so hard to live with her but even harder to live without her.
We drove in silence the whole way. When we got to the apartment she got out and reached for the bags. When she leaned over I noticed that her boobs seemed larger...maybe it was my imagination, I thought as I followed her up the stairs. I didn't expect there to be a note on the door because Isaac was holding onto the argument the night before. He wasn't a creature of habit, even though the note said what his other notes usually did. Folding it I put it in my pocket and walked into the kitchen. The sugar bowl was empty, like I had thought. I started to fill it in while I thought about calling Isaac. The only problem was talking to him in front of her. It always made me uncomfortable. Just as I was finishing Amora jumped over the bar. She nearly landed right on top of me. I took a quick step back to give her some room. Her face lit up and she pressed her lips to mine. I used to love that so much. The spark wasn't gone, just the desire behind it. Before I could tell her not to do that again she left. Just like that, gone. Shrugging, I picked up my cell and dialed Isaac's number.
“Hello,” I heard him say.
“I'm still mad at you,” I replied.
“Can we talk when I come over?” He asked.
I paused, just because. “Where are you at?”
“The gym.”
“Grab something from Subway. I'm starving,” I demanded.
“Sure. Be there in an hour,” he said and hung up.
I walked into Amora's room and pulled one of her mirrors off the wall. Peeling the lining up I pulled out her diary. We used to communicate through it. I would read it and we would talk about what she had written. Then one day she moved it from between her bed frame and mattress, informing me that she didn't like me reading it anymore. I found it a few days later, but took to reading it only when there was something going on. We barely talked about certain things anymore and it was the only way I could figure out what she was thinking. I opened it to the last page she had written in, eeling empty when I realized there wasn't anything new.

About an hour later, after watching reruns on FOX, Isaac showed up. He made himself comfortable while I started eating. I should say he made himself comfortable and made me uncomfortable. His blue eyes watching me intently as I took each bite. Finally he spoke. “So...have you talked to her about moving out?”
“Isaac, I told you I don't want her to move out,” I grumbled, here we go again.
“How am I supposed to feel, Kyle? You are living with your ex-girlfriend,” he grimaced.
“There isn't anything going on between us anymore,” I lied.
“Your not convincing me. Why would you still want her to live here if there is nothing going on?”
“I already told you,” I retorted. “She pays half the bills.”
“I'll move in and pay half the bills,” he cut in.
My heart sped. “Her name is on the lease.”
“Ask her to take it off.” he replied, like I was a child.
“We haven't been together long enough to live with each other,” I stated, angrily.
Isaac rolled his eyes. “Excuses, excuses.”
“Don't start with me.” I mumbled, as I pushed him lightly on his shoulder.
He scowled at me, but didn't bring it up again.