Third.

Blaine: I didn’t mean to steal it. It just followed me home.

Shia: You either did or didn’t. Stop lying to me. 

Blaine: I promise, I didn’t…

Shia: I know better than to believe your promises. And even by your standards, this is one too far.

Blaine took a deep breath. The way she stood told him she was trying to control herself and not fly at him. Her eyes were flaming as she bite her bottom lip. The situation would not be easily salvaged. He looked at the necklace in his hand. It was her mother’s once. Then it was her stepmother’s. He thought it a good idea to make it hers. It should have been hers second. The best he could do was make sure she was third. That is what a man in loves does. He does crazy things to prove his love… Why didn’t she see this as a sign of his undying love?

Shia looked at Blaine trying to understand why he would do something so fucking stupid. Her father already disapproved of her on probation boyfriend and anything that that bitch could use against her she did. And yet, there he was standing with her mother’s necklace that her father gave to that she-devil in his hand with no other reason except that it followed him home. For fuck’s sake, there would be no good ending to this.

She looked at the necklace. It reminded her of her mother’s long neck and ample bust. She thought about  how her mother’s honey blonde tips framed the emerald encased in white gold. The sudden wave of emotion threw her off-balance and she gripped the kitchen counter. She took a deep breath and slowly looked up at him. He extended his hand to her and without thinking she took the necklace. It was beautiful and she started crying. She cried until she dropped to the floor. Shia felt Blaine sit quietly next to her.

Blaine put his arms around her and her tears ran uncomfortably down the side of his neck. Her left hand was clutching the last memory of her mother. She began heaving. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just wanted to show her that he loved her absolutely. He wanted her to stop crying.

Blaine: I didn’t mean to steal it. And it actually did follow me home. Before we left your father’s house, it cornered me begging to be taken home. I told the necklace that it was home. It sneered and said that its true home was with you. I didn’t understand what it meant by that and walked away. It must have hitched a ride in my back pocket… 

Shia pressed her index finger against his lips and smiled through her tears. She laid her head against his shoulder and stared dreamily at her necklace.

For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, Jester Queen at http://jesterqueen.com gave me this prompt: I didn’t mean to steal it. It just followed me home. I gave kgwaite at http://writinginthemarginsburstingattheseams.blogspot.com/ this prompt: Write a story about someone deciding which mask to wear for the day.