“Thank you for dinner,” I told Will.
“You’re welcome,” he said, as we walked into the apartment.
“So, how long are you staying?” I asked.
“As long as you’ll have me,” he said.
I smiled, hoping he would have said until tomorrow night or something.
“Um, ok,” I said. I walked to the bedroom and began changing.
I changed into my silk boxers and a silk tank top to match. I brushed out my brown hair and turned around to see Will staring at me. Will and I haven’t slept together, surprisingly. I want to wait until the right person, my reason to Will, ‘I want to wait until marriage’. Sometimes he got really pissed off and wouldn’t talk to me because I wouldn’t have sex with him. I didn’t want to have sex with Will, he isn’t the type of guy that I picture as soft and gentle during sex, but rough and kinky. Which was fine, once in awhile.
We’ve seen each other naked, I mean give me a little credit, I’ve been with the guy for almost two and a half years. I know he cheats on me, who wouldn’t? I mean, guys are like that. If they can’t get it from their woman, they get it from someone else. Well, at least that’s how Will is.
“What?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, walking over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck softly.
“Thank you,” I whispered and tried to slowly push him away, without hurting his feelings.
“Wow, look how late it is. I have to be up early for work tomorrow,” I said walking over to the alarm clock. I began to set the alarm clock, when I felt a hand go up the back of my shirt and caress my back.
“Will...” I tried to stop him.
“Shh... baby. It’s ok. I wanna love you. I won’t hurt you,” he told me, he moved to face me and looked into my eyes.
“I want to do this,” he told me.
“I know you do, but I dont. I want to wait. We’ve talked about it,” I said, turning away.
“Damnit Miranda!” he yelled. I jumped, shocked at his outburst.
“Will... go jack off or something,” I snapped back.
“Why do you do that?” he asked, anger flashing in his gray eyes.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Get me excited and not do anything about it,” he said.
“Im sorry I didnt know I was doing anything to get you excited,” I snapped.
“You sat there and changed in front of me,” he began.
“Shut up Will,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Why dont you want to fuck?” he asked.
“Why dont I want to fuck? Because fucking has no meaning. Fucking is what people do when they dont care about each other,” I yelled.
“Miranda, you know I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“I know. And I love you,” I said.
“If you loved me you would have sex with me,” he said.
“No, I wouldn’t. Until I see a ring on this finger, these legs stay shut,” I said holding up my ring finger.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
“What?!” I exclaimed, shocked.
“Will you marry me?” he repeated.
“No,” I said, angry.
“Why?” he asked.
“Will, Im not going to say yes, because the only reason you are asking is because as soon as you get an engagement ring on my finger, you’ll try and get me to have sex with you. It’s not going to work like that Will. Im not even sure if I love you anymore,” I said.
“What?” he asked, he looked hurt.
“Will, you hardly call, this is the first time I’ve seen you in three months, and you don’t have a life. You sit at home all day and live off your parents money. Im not going to date a loser,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. It was rude and it made me sound like a total bitch.
“Miranda, you’re a bitch,” he said standing up.
“Im a bitch?! You’re the little prick who only wants two things from me. Money and sex. Which you arent going to get, ever,” I yelled at him.
“Who are you seeing?” he asked looking at me, without raising his voice, just looking at me.
“Huh?” I asked.
“Who are you seeing?” he asked.
“What makes you think Im seeing someone?” I asked.
“Because I never bothered you before,” he said.
“Will, it just gets old. I cant deal with you anymore. I was stupid to do it for so long,” I said.
“Baby, Im sorry, give me a chance to change,” he begged. I looked at him, my eyes full of pity.
“Let me sleep on it,” I said.
“Baby, I love you,” he told me.
“Will, this isn’t a question of whether you love me or not. After being with someone so long, you’re bound to love them,” I told him.
“So you’re telling me the only reason you love me is because we’ve been together so long?” he asked, he looked hurt.
“Im not saying that, what Im saying is, is that I dont think our relationship is us being in love like it should be, but kinda like it’s expected,” I replied.
“I think if we make love, it’ll make our relationship stronger,” he told me.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I hissed.
“Well, I really think it would,” he told me.
“No, you don’t, you just want to get between my legs,” I sighed.
“Miranda, I could do that if I really wanted to,” he told me.
“On the couch,” I pointed and walked over to the bedroom door. When he walked out, I slammed the door shut and locked it.
“Jerk,” I mumbled. I walked over to the bed and crawled in.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, it took about two hours to finally fall asleep.
The next morning I woke up to my alarm clock ringing in my ears. I groaned and opened my eyes. I got up, my body feeling no energy at all and stumbled to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, my eyes almost fully shut. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, then brushed my teeth. I changed into a yellow halter top and a pair of short shorts. I slipped on my American Eagle sandals and pulled my hair into a clip. For the first time, I walked out of my room. I walked into the living room and looked on the couch and saw nothing but a note. I felt the anger rise as I picked up the note and read it.
Miranda, Sorry, I cant deal with a prude anymore. Bye- Will
I felt the tears swell my eyes.
“Fucker!” I yelled. I grabbed my car keys and my bag and slammed my apartment door shut and stormed downstairs to my car and got it. I took a deep breath and began to drive to the studio for the Neutrogena photo shoot.
“Miranda, I thought you would forget,” John laughed coming up to me.
“Hey John,” I mumbled. I was immediately led into the hair and makeup area and was done up. I went from hair and makeup to wardrobe, where I put on a pair of white pants and a cream color tank top to match.
“Hey Miranda, good to see you,” the photographer said to me.
It took two hours for the photo shoot, I looked down at my watch, 9 o’clock.
“You know, John, most people aren’t getting up until now,” I scolded my manager.
He laughed, “Well, you’re not like most people.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” I mumbled. Suddenly, John’s cell phone rang.
“Follow me sweetheart, I’ll take you out to breakfast,” he said getting into his car. I got into mine and we were on our way.
When we got to the restaurant, John jumped out of his car and rushed to mine.
“MTV Music Awards announcer!” he exclaimed.
“John, I dont know,” I replied, thinking he was asking me who last year’s was.
“No, you,” he said smiling.
“Why me?” I asked a little skeptical.
“They’ve heard about you. A very good way to get some recognition,” he told me.
“Are you serious?” I asked, breaking into a smile.
“Yep, so will you do it?” he asked.
“Of course I will do it!” I exclaimed.
“Great, they’re going to call us tomorrow for details,” he said.
“But, isn’t the awards the day after tomorrow?” I asked.
“Um, yeah,” he replied.
“And in L.A?” I asked.
“Um, uh huh,” he said.
“Ok,” I said shrugging. We walked into the restaurant and took a seat.
“Hi, what can I get you?” a waitress asked.
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