As soon as I make it back to the apartment I'm skimming through all my clothes trying to decide on what to wear. For some reason everything I put on doesn't seem right for the occasion.

After almost a whole hour of contemplating I decide on a gray tank, dark wash jeans, a faded blue and white flannel, and a pair of tan booted wedges. I accessorize with my favorite gold watch and a long dangling necklace of the same color.

In the bathroom I touch up my hair with the curling iron and a few spritzes of hairspray here and there. When I'm all finished I'm impressed with my end result. I hardly ever wear something other than t-shirts so Theo will probably be impressed to know I actually have the capability to throw an outfit together.

I plop down on the couch and call for Gracie to come sit with me. I've been training her and she's learning rather quickly. I can't help but be proud of her. She's literally the sweetest little dog you'll ever meet.

I run my hand over her fur and scratch behind her ears just the way she likes and I feel her instantly cuddle into my left leg.

"Oh, Gracie. You really are the cutest dog."

My eyes glance known at my watch. It's been two hours since I left the football field and Theo was still a no-show. So many scenarios were running through my head about what could've happened to him and I was beginning to really worry.

I tried calling his cell and it went straight to voicemail. I sent him multiple texts asking him if he was okay, but they all went unread.

With all the distress I knew I needed a distraction. I set my phone to the side and flicked on the tv.

After a few minutes of channel surfing I landed on a random one and kept it there. My eyes tried to stay peeled open but eventually they ended up sealing shut.

A slam of the door and a loud ruckus is what woke me from my slumber.

Lots of mumbling followed. It sounded like someone was constantly tripping over their own feet and trying to make their way through the apartment. I hear someone yank open the refrigerator and rummaging through all the drawers and food.

Gracie's ears were perked up and she had her teeth bared ready to attack whatever came in our way. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table thinking it's better than nothing and better to be prepared.

I crept (with Gracie on my heels) in to the kitchen. A tall figure whose back was turned to me was picking up just about every food he could find and stuffing his face with it. I couldn't make out many of his physical features because it was dark and the only light was coming from the fridge which he was facing towards.

I took a leap of faith and flipped on the light making the guy instantly turn around to face me.

"Damn it, Theo! You need to stop sneaking around and scaring me half to death!" I shout after slamming the remote onto the kitchen counter.

His eyes were wide and his frozen posture indicated that he was shocked. But that soon wore off. Anger clouded his eyes as he took large strides across the kitchen until he was standing right in front of me.

"Get off my ass, Amaya! I've got greater things to worry about other than scaring you!" He screamed into my face.

My throat felt like it was locking up. Something that usually happened when I was being yelled at no matter what the situation.

My nose twitched at a smell I hadn't come in contact with a long time, but I knew what it was. It was alcohol.

"You're drunk." I said quietly.

"No kidding? Really? I never would've guessed that one." He said as he scratched his head as if in deep thought.

"Fine. You want to be this way then you do that. I'm going to bed." I said as I started to slip off my shoes.

There wasn't a single chance of going to the diner tonight.

I carried my shoes in one hand and treaded off to my bedroom. I slipped out of my flannel and took off all my accessories before changing my pants into a comfortable pair of black sweats.

Just as I was about climb into bed I heard someone (Theo) trip over and fall onto the ground.

I rolled my eyes and chucked my blanket back down. I trudged out to the kitchen to find Theo and a bar stool laying on the ground.

"What is wrong with you?"

All I hear in reply is laughter. Usually I adore Theo's laughs, but right now I can't help but feel irritated.

"What is so funny, you ass?!" I yell losing what little patience I had left.

His body flips over so he's now laying on his back and facing me. He remains quiet.

"Are you deaf now, too?"

He stayed still and didn't talk. For once I wasn't happy about that. Theo was never quiet for longer than a minute. Maybe it's just a drunk person thing?

"Theo?"

"Come on, Theo. I'm sorry for yelling at you." He continued to stare at me. "I really am. I've been worried about you. You had me waiting here for hours."

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion right before they smoothed out and he looked mad once again. He realized what he had done.

"I'm sorry, Amaya. I was supposed to take you out and I just..-"

"It's okay. Don't worry about it, Theo. Let's just get you all better."

"You're so forgiving." He sighed. "How do you do that so easily?"

I cross my arms and lean against the counter. Should I tell him?

"I learned the hard way. It's not worth keeping grudges. You don't want the last thing you say to someone to be something hateful." I shed a tear remembering how ungrateful I was.

Theo looks up at me and reaches out for my hand and I reached for his in an attempt to help him up but he weighed so much more than me that the result was me falling on top of him.

When I recovered from the mishap, I lifted my face to see Theo smirking at me. "I actually like this position. Can we just stay here for the rest of the night?"

"Very funny." I chuckled and lowered my face so he wouldn't be able to see the crimson color overtaking my cheeks. I noticed what "position" we were in and I instantly felt embarrassed. I was practically straddling him. I wanted to get up, but I knew if I moved off of him right away he'd feel rejected.

Which is the last thing he needs right now. I know Theo and I know he'd never want to take a chance of losing his football scholarship. Him getting drunk and possibly acting out on campus could make that scholarship disappear into thin air.

So why would he do it?

While I was in mid-thought I felt a thumb brush an old tear away and a hand caress my cheek. Theo's fingers led into my hair and tucked it behind my ear revealing my face further.

"You're so beautiful. You know that?" He smiled up at me and his hand landed back on my cheek.

"You're drunk, Theo. You don't know what you're saying." I whispered with a sad smile.

Of course I wanted him to say that and the sentence itself gave me butterflies in my stomach, but there was no reason to get my hopes up.

"They say children and drunk people are the ones who say the most truth. I don't lie. Sure, I kept a huge secret from you for a long time and that may leave you questioning on whether you should believe me, but believe me when I say this, Amaya, you're beautiful."

I stared down into his eyes and saw his face had completely softened as he continued to look up at me.

I couldn't put words together or even form complete sentences. Was this really happening?

"And you're very handsome." I chuckled playing along since this is just drunk Theo talking.

"So you don't believe me?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"I uh...um-"

He pulled me down to him and touched his soft lips to mine with the gentlest kiss. I didn't react since I was in shock and he pulled back looking sad and disappointed.

A grin grew on my mouth. Theo had just kissed me!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I cut him off by pressing my smiling lips back onto his and he was glad to accept them.

Before I could even second guess it words fell from my lips. "I think I'm falling for you, Theo. I'm falling for you hard."

A huge, bright grin lit up Theo's face before he pulled me back in for another long passion filled kiss.

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Oh my gosh. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Another one should be up soon!!