“What I asked you was what you meant by your use of the word 'Like '.” She paused for a second and hearing nothing from Jim, she told him. “I was asking you about your real feelings about me.” “That 's what I was doing.” He told her. “Thinking about how to explain to you about how I feel about you.” “What 's to think about?” She asked. “Why couldn 't you just tell me how you feel about me?” He paused for a second. “It 's difficult for me to express my feelings, because all of my life I was taught to suppress feelings.” He told her trying to comfort her. “I wanted to make sure I explained my feelings toward you in a way that would not hurt or offend you.” “Well you did hurt me.” Maria told him quietly. “But I didn 't say anything.” “That 's right! You said nothing and that 's what hurt me.” She explained to him. “I wanted to hear you tell me that you more than just like me. I wanted to hear you say that you have deep feelings for me.” “I do!” Jim told her. “I care for you a lot!” “Like Monique?” Maria asked. “Do you care for her too?” Jim thought for a second. “I like Monique, but not in the same way as I like you.” Jim said as he was trying his best to turn this bad situation into something good. Maria and Jim both just stood there, looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Maria, without speaking. Then, taking a breath, she told him. “Okay, I 'm still waiting.” “I 'm praying,” Jim told her, “Praying that you don 't misunderstand what I am about to tell
Slowly the feelings faded and perhaps because he feel as if he were being selfish he asked, "Do you write?"
James acknowledged, "I really like that girl, so I felt overwhelmed by him telling that then when I
I sputtered, but Darrel was on a roll. "Look, I'm a dive in head first kind of guy. And I know how I feel: I like you, Linda. You're different than any of the girls back home, and I would love to date you." "I don't know," I said honestly.
“She seemed confused and so other worldly. I wasn’t sure if she understood my questions, but she did everything I asked. It was all so strange.” He frowned. “I wasn’t comfortable in pushing her though the system or taking her to a homeless shelter, you know, call it gut instinct, but something was not right.” He looked inquiringly at Adrienne, hoping for some explanation.
“Sorry, but please don’t insult me with rash statements. He’s stubborn, judgmental, cold-hearted, can be really rude, and his sense of humor is horrific. The only reason I’m stating you two would be perfect is because you’re basically the…” I glanced over and noticed she had a confused, displeasing look on her face. What am I saying? “I am so sorry Tia. I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t tell him I was harshly talking about…”
“I still don’t understand what I said wrong. I’m not trying to be a jerk about this; I truly don’t understand what lit your fuse like that.” James said.
I turned to see him standing there awkwardly with those goddamned puppy eyes peering at me from behind his glasses. I wasn’t really mad at him to begin with, and seeing him look so ashamed about it just made my heart melt. Crossing my arms in mock irritation over my light blue tanktop, I pouted. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do,
"So, how's my stunning girlfriend doing?" He asked, placing a wet kiss on her cheek. She's always wondered, why is he so nice to me when people are around, but hurt me when we're alone?
“It’s nice,” he lied, and snaking his arms around Booker’s waist, he snuggled in close. “But you don’t look happy? Is it because of me? Do I make you sad?”
“Why can’t she understand?” She thought silently, though the words were screaming loudly in her mind.
"So tell me." Jackson whispered, biting the top of my ear gently, sending a mass of shiver down my spine again and making the butterflies go wild, making my heart crumble into a ball, tearing a bit more, I flinch away from him a bit. I then closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and sighing it out.
She was hoping and waiting for his sweet and loving reply “I like you too’.,but instead she heard him replied a cold gruff calm voice.
“but i’m super glad you did, i thought my heart was going to stop just now! your face looked like crab’s shell--super red--it was endearing,” he continued, clasping your hand in his
"Oh my God oh my God. That young man totally likes you," she held the 'like' longer.
Jack nodded, although he was a little surprised at the use of the word “ask.” He had been expecting a “tell,” or maybe a, “we need to talk.” Jack pulled his brown jacket more closely to his suddenly cold body. He looked back at Alex and admitted to himself that he wasn’t ready for this, that he was never going to be ready. Alex meant everything to him.