It was so quiet I couldn't take it. Even though I promised myself I wouldn't see my boyfriend because we were taking a break, I knew that was the only place I wanted to go.
I hopped in my car and drove to his parent's house where he was staying. After knocking several times with no reply, I tried to turn the knob. It was open so I walked in.
I could hear him playing guitar upstairs and singing. With a sigh, I walked up.
I softly knocked on his door and said, "Damian, can I come in?"
"Belle?"
I walked in.
"Hi..." he whispered.
"Hey." I replied.
He wasn't wearing a shirt and I couldn't help but stare at his chiseled six-pack.
"Where are your mom and dad?"
"Anniversary... They're at a hotel."
"Oh..." I caught him staring at my chest too.
"Belle what are you doing here? You said we were taking a break."
I sighed. "Will he never understand?" I thought to myself.
"What's with the sigh?" he asked.
"I love you. I'm sad. You know me, don't you?"
"You do realize that you're really bad at the whole break concept, right?" he asked with a laugh.