A crazy thing called love

 

"Even your mom thinks we should live together," KC couldn't help but remind Millie. It was funny how she was determined to be married before she would actually live with him. 

Truth be told, she practically lived here, already. Her things were here. It was just that they'd put off the deal-breaker stuff, like sex. That was what it was all about. And even if he did find she gave him mixed signals, he wanted to do the honorable thing and wait.

"It's just-" She didn't look quite angry about it as she was mulling over a paper she needed to turn in and jotting down ideas for songs in her notebook at the kitchen table. "I made this decision." She shrugged then and looked at a book of poetry she needed for research.

"Maybe you just have too much going on," KC sat back on the other side of the table and crossed his arms, wondering if anything would ever move forward. Maybe this was as good as it was going to get. "I know you've decided a lot of things. Still, you are taking college classes and you are waiting for that big break." He knew she loved her music, but he felt he was trying to cover all her bases these days. She didn't want to be a starving artist like her sister.

"What do you mean?" She looked at him frantically, that he was putting an end to all her plans.

"We're good together," KC smiled. "I'm sure it's all my fault." He scratched the back of his ear, wishing he were more romantic. Looks could be deceiving. After all, music was his first love and he was happy to share that with Millie, just hanging out, figuring out notes and lyrics.

Of course, it felt like the past with Ruby and even Harley was so nothing now. Maybe he should have tried harder. Even now, he was letting Millie call all the shots. "Maybe, it's just ..you need to focus on your future. It doesn't mean, it has to be with me."

He felt a bit choked up even saying those words, because, there was so much of his place that was hers.

"What are you saying?" She frowned as if he was really messing up her day.

"Oh, I dunno," he couldn't look at her. 

"You know, I can't write without you," Millie pressed her lips. She was hurt he'd even say these things.

"Yes, you can," he told her. Even so, tears were making his eyes misty.

"But, I don't want to," her frown swelled as if she was more sad than angry. "I don't have anybody else quite like you in my life."

He agreed with a nod. KC felt the same about Millie.

She looked around the apartment. "I can't..just.." she shook her head, no. "OK, well..I'll just stay."

She stood up then.

"Right now?" KC didn't think it would come to this.

"I'm not going home."

"OK." KC thought they should go back to her place and pick up her clothes, at least. But she went to his bedroom instead and shut the door.

KC wasn't sure whether to laugh or be mad. He went to make tea and toast. There wasn't really much to snack on at his place, so maybe he needed to buy groceries. Of course, he patiently waited for her to come back out, but she didn't. 

Ten minutes later, he went to check on her. She was asleep. Evidently, she liked the left side of the bed which was his favorite side, too.