| Chapter Three |
| Abs: The dinner was great. Teresa didn't seem to be all to upset about not making it as a dancer. Once, she mumbled something about how Bill would be mad but she brushed it off. After a lovely dinner I drove her home. It was really convenient that we lived in the same building. As we were walking towards her flat I said, "I know it's a bit late, but would you like to come to my place? Maybe for a chat?" She smiled, "Sure" Back at my flat we sat on my sofa and talked about loads of things. I think we both made a silent agreemeant to not disuss work. It was nice that she wasn't stuck on me being a popstar. "So how do you like Manchester?" I asked. "It's great. But I do miss home a bit. I know I just got here, but I had always planned to come here with my friend Whitney, you know-together. But I got transferred because of my job." "That's too bad" I replied. "Yeah. But I did meet this really sweet guy" she grinned. "Really now?" I joked. "Yeah, such a gentleman, that Abs" she laughed and I laughed with her. Suddenly, I lean in and kissed her long and soft. Teresa: I was so into the kiss...but then I filled with guilt. I pulled away and jumped up. "What's wrong?" Abs asked worriedly. "I can't...I'm so so sorry...." I said and I made my way to the door. "Are you okay?" he said, standing up. I opened the door and started on my way out. "Fine, I'm fine...I'm such a terrible person...awful" I closed the door and kept mumbling "I'm such a bad person..." Chapter Four... |