***
God, Justin was such a fucking whiner. “I’ll die if you do! I
wouldn’t
know what to do!” Fucking coward. I’ll take my damn drugs if I want
to.
What the fuck does he care? I don’t care if he cares. I don’t fucking
care
about him. He’s too clingy. He’s all up on me like he needs me to
survive.
I mean, I wanted some attention from him, but this is way too much.
I want him to be a friend. A cousin. Not some psychotic,
teenybopper-esque, overly-protective PSYCHO.
God, what have I done?
Be careful what you wish for, right?
Man, I’m fucking sorry I wished for this. I wanna give it back.
He’s like a little kid. Always fucking crying and whining.
I’ll keep taking my drugs if I want to. But this time . . . this
time he
won’t even know. That little fro-ed bastard won’t have a fucking clue.
It’s
the only way I can get away from him and his God damned clingyness.
He needs to leave me alone.
***
“JC, we need to talk.”
JC groaned inwardly at Veronica’s serious face.
“About what?”
“You know what about!”
“Listen, Rica.” He placed his hands on her shoulder. “I love you,
ok?”
‘I love you, ok? GOD it sounds like he’s saying it because he HAS
to.
Like it’s a fucking CHORE for him to say it. Man, fuck him.’
“. . . But I can’t leave Cree, ok? I care for her . . .”
“You know what, JC?”
He just looked at her innocently.
“Fuck you. God, whoever said sex ruins everything was fucking
right. I
love you, all right? I fucking do. I always have, and right now I
really
hope I can stop, but JC . . . I can’t deal with this. If you don’t
love me,
and if you’re not going to be with me and care for me, and just LOVE
me, this
is over. Done. I’ll leave. I don’t need this. I don’t need you.”
‘Liar. You need him worse than you need yourself.’
“Rica, can’t we just be friends like we always . . .”
“No.” Her voice was firm and cold. “No. There’s no in-between
here,
all right? Yes, I am giving you an ultimatum. Either you tell me now
how
you really feel about me, or I’m gone.”
He searched her eyes desperately. “Rica, I . . .”
But he realized he didn’t even have to say it. He just felt it.
Slowly,
he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers gently.
“I love you,” he whispered against them. “I always have, and I
always
will.”
She smiled and her arms went around his neck. “Good.”
Their lips met again and it seemed as if nothing could ruin this
moment.
But, alas, something did.
“JC?!”
JC broke away from Rica, his eyes darting about wildly. “Oh, my
God,
Cree!”
