�A shoe? A shoe?! That�s what you call it, a SHOE?! It wasn�t just a shoe!� she shouted, her voice raising over his whimpers as she approached him. �It was my fucking Manolo Blahniks okay! I wasted MY MANOLO BLAHNIKS on hitting that stupid, fucking, huge ass melon of yours!� At only 5�3��, Morgan seemed feet upon feet taller than Apolo at that very moment, her heaving body only inches from his.
�Jesus Christ, you at least want to tell me what I did to deserve a mango blah whatever being thrown at my head?� he asked, his eyes pleaded with innocence. Apolo put his hands up in defeat as he backed up into the wall.
Morgan reached behind her back and whipped out the now crumpled front page of the newspaper. �Explain, Casanova.�
Apolo�s face dropped as he immediately eyed the picture. This time he literally had no words.
�Well? What do you have to say? Is it true?�
�Yes,� he said, his voice barely a whisper. Apolo bit down on his lower lip.
Morgan paused. She gripped the newspaper even harder. �What in the hell were you thinking?! Is this some sick joke?! Huh?! Am I a toy or�holy shit, am I a twinkie?!?� Morgan pounded Apolo�s solid body with the rolled up paper repeatedly.
�Ow! Ow! Stop! No! No twinkie! Stop hitting me! Let me explain!� he shouted as he backed away from the wall and toward the sofa.
Morgan lunged at him, but before she could unleash another burst of whacks upon Apolo, he grabbed her by the waist and flung her body over his shoulder.
�I�m not letting you go until you just calm down! Stop! Morgan!�
She ceased punching, and soon, the only sound audible in the room was the one of Morgan�s heavy breathing. �Okay, okay, I�m ready to talk this out. You can put me down. I�m sorry. Really, resorting to violence was wrong, and I didn�t mean to whack you. I only wanted to nail you with the shoe to be honest.�
�No hitting? Or biting for that matter?�
�Yes, now put me down. The blood�s rushing to my head.�
They both walked towards the sofa and flopped their weary bodies down, letting them sink into the cushion.
�Okay, I guess I�ll start off,� sighed Apolo. �I was a complete and total asshole. I should�ve said I had a girlfriend. And I�m so sorry I didn�t. I understand if you aren�t my friend anymore. No grudges, promise.�
Morgan wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her dark brown eyes burned into his light ones. �Why didn�t you say something?�
Apolo shrugged. �I�I don�t know. I guess I just kinda assumed you knew. Since you were a girl.�
�What the hell? Apolo, yes, I have a vagina, but that doesn�t mean I�m fucking Miss Cleo.�
�She�s getting sued by the way,� he replied, trying to lighten the moment.
Morgan smiled a little. �This changes everything now. And I fucking hate the fact that I can�t stay mad at you. And much as I want to keep what we�ve got going on, I can�t do this to Sarah. Or myself. But Apolo, no matter what, you�ll always be my best friend.� She reached out and wiped the blood off his cheek. �
�Ditto,� Apolo smiled, resisting the urge to kiss those strawberry colored lips right then and there.
Ditto. He remembered. Ghost. Her favorite movie. �Can I ask you something?� Morgan held his face in her hands.
�Yeah?�
�Do you want to be with someone or do you want to be with me?� *
Apolo looked down at his pants, then back into the angelic face staring earnestly at him. The dusk shadows lit it up like the colorful star beams on a clear night sky. �More than anything, I want to be with you at this very minute. To hold you. To kiss you.�
Morgan pulled away, retreating back to her claimed portion of the sofa. �Then I know we shouldn�t. Because you never know what you want, Apolo, and you never will.�