After several minutes, of aggravated, over analytical silence, he walked out, interrupting her battle with herself, with a cigarette pressed between his lips and was in the middle of lighting it.
“That’s an awful habit.”
“I know.”
“Don’t smoke that.”
He just finished lighting it, when she said that. He took one drag, and looked at her, exhaling. He didn’t say anything. He sat in a chair, at the opposite end of the long balcony, leaned back and took another drag.
“Whatever.” She shook her head, and grabbed her phone pretending something was more interesting than him. When, in actuality, she had no concern for her phone, or the people in it.
“Bonnie. About Vegas-”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” She spoke calmly.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t. I’m okay, with who I am. And I don’t need to put myself, in a position to judge you, based on a moment of weak insecurity.”
“Weak insecurity? Did you say I acted weak, out of insecurity?”
“I did. And that’s all I want to say.”
“So, I can’t speak?” He took a long drag, then exhaled with an exaggerated, “Woooooooow.” He laughed a bit, and sat up. She looked at him, and refused to say more. “You have some nerve, B.”
“And you have some balls, D. And- ya know what.” She caught herself. “Never mind. I’m so not… talking about this.” She watched him, watch her and take another puff, and when she couldn’t handle it, she got up and headed back inside of the hotel, to which, he put his cigarette out, got up and stopped her, by blocking her. “Move, Damon.” She spat out as his biceps blocked the opening. One on each side of his body, keeping her from entering.
“No.”
“I’m soooo serious. You’re going to make me angry, and-”
“Fuck it, Bon Bon. You’re angry already.”
“I’m not angry. And… And- Don’t Bon Bon me, in a fight.”
“So, this IS a fight?” He asked sarcastically.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Because you spend more time, avoiding the conflict here, than actually understanding why your mad. Spit it out, B. Say what you gotta say or ask what you really wanna ask!”
“I’m not about to fight with you, Damon.” The truth is she feared the worst.
“Oh no?” He asked sarcastically. “What are you about to do then?”
“I’m about to go, and calm down. I’m about to head to the bar and have a drink to calm down.” She attempted again, to push past him, and he stopped her. Again.
“No, you’re not.” He looked her in the eyes with finality, and she kept from extending on the conflict, by turning away from him.
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