"How was Egypt?" she asked
"It was okay, I didn't do much. I went on one adventure, had some local cuisine and slept in a tent.. nothing too exciting. I needed to get away and clear my head."
"Damien?"
"Yeah... he told me that we could just be friends. I am just not sure what I want yet."
"I heard he is dating someone." Zia said, slamming the ball into the goal.
"What?? I was only gone 3 days!"
"Maybe he is just trying to get over you?"
"I don't know.... How's dad?" I said, changing the subject.
"He is 103 now... he seems to be going strong though."
"Are you planning on moving out?"
"I don't know... I was thinking about it. Would you be okay staying with him until he passes?"
"I didn't want to think about that."
"Alessandra, you know the day will soon come. He is getting old. I don't want to leave him alone in his last days though..."
"I am the Moretti heiress. I will take the responsibility of watching over him. I can't stand to see the house auctioned off to some stranger. I will stay with him, and keep the house. I have a wierd bond with that old house."
We had a drink and ended up going home early. The place was dead.
The next day, I got online and a chat box immediately popped up. It was Damien.
"How was Egypt?"
"How did you know?"
"This is a small town, it's not every day that someones travels halfway around the world..."
"I heard you were dating someone."
"Stupid small town."
"Were you planning on telling me?"
"Yes. I just wanted to see if it would last before I told you. I thought we agreed to stay friends? You didn't tell me otherwise, so I thought that was the plan?"
"I guess."
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Not really."
I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him, possibly loved him, but I wasn't going to ruin his relationship or ruin our friendship if it didn't work out. I figured I would just become best friends with him, and see where that went. I said goodbye and logged off the computer. I spent the next several days focusing on work and keeping my mind off of Damien. He called now and then to check up with me, but I usually cut the conversations somewhat short.
He showed up at the house a few days later.
"What are you doing here?"
We walked into the living room and had a chat.
"I broke up with Deborah."
"What? Why?"
"Can you guys move this into another room? You're blocking the TV!" My dad was shouting. He is getting pretty rude in his old age, if he's not telling me to do something, he is criticizing me. I took Damien into the the office, out of the way and so we could have some privacy.
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