A:/N TWO-SHOT TIME! I felt like I owed you guys. So as I was sitting watching Sonic Underground my superhero pajama pants, I thought up a little two-shot. This has nothing to do with my current fic. It's set, meh, after all the world saving stuff. Enjoy.

xXxRoise POVxXx

I don't think I have ever been this mad! Ever! At anyone! Least of all him! I would expect it from anyone else, but he should just know better!

If you haven't guessed I'm mad at Jay. That idiot has become nearly the bane of my existence. Here's how it happened;

FLASHBACK

I was walking around the islanda few nights ago when I head distinct yelling coming from around the building. I peeked around the corner to see noting out of the ordinary, it was just Jay and Ethan arguing.

"Face it, Purse Dog, you're gunna' shatter." Ethan sneered. Jay visibly angered more.

"You're wrong." Jay said sternly and simply.

"You're just too fragile. So keep your paws off." Ethan continued arrogantly. It dawned on me that they were talking about me, as they generally were. Jay lost it at round-house kicked Ethan in the face. Ethan went down, by maintained consciousness. Jay crouched to his level.

"No, paws off; she's mine." Jay said as sternly as I've ever heard him.

FLASHBACK OVER

I know, I know, it was a sweet gesture and I shouldn't be acting like this, but, I'm not his. In short; I've been avoiding him. It's been two days, and there have been no issues as of yet.

Knock, knock, knock

Of course. I ignored the knocking and stared into my book. I wasn't reading the words, but it made a good excuse. How does one knock on a sliding door anyway? Well, he's Jay, he can do anything. I heard the door open and footsteps hit my floor rhythmically.

"Hey Rose." Jay says casually. I ignore him and stare into my book. There's a weight shift in my bed that tells me Jay sat down.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks. Oh, Jay.

"I'm not mad." I say not looking up from my book. Jay pushes my book down so he's looking at me. He looks run down, like he hasn't sleep in a few days.

"Look me in the eye and say it." Jay said, being stern. He knows my only weakness. I can look him in the eye on any other occasion, why would now be any different?

"I'm not mad at you."

Did I really just say that again? I guess I did because Jay got up and left without a word. I put my head in my hands and try not to feel awful. Jay, why do you do these things to me? I can come to grips with the fact I love you, and I can grip the fact those words won't leave my mouth for a while, but still. I sigh and lift my head from my hands. Something feels off though. I notice my hands are wet, as is my face, my eyes are puffy, and my breath is jagged.

I had been crying the whole time.