(A/N): Okay, so I am now officially the first person to post a fanfiction for "The Jumbee" by Pamela Keyes! I actually happen to know the author, so I just hope she doesn't realize that I'm abusing her characters in this way xD

Warnings: language, mentions of M/M

Read, review, ENJOY! =D

He's my enemy.

He's vile.

He's hateful and violent.

He doesn't compare to me; I won.

He's hideous, too.

I don't understand what Esti ever saw in him.

But, that doesn't matter anymore; I won. I have Esti all to myself. We're in love. I've changed my ways for her. I still haven't slept with her, and it's been six months. Six painfully long months, of course. But… it's worth it.

Esti is… well, magical. Not in the creepy, Jumbee spirit way. She… she has this presence. Whether it's on the stage, or in my arms, she's always so attention-grabbing. It makes me so happy to know that I can make her happy.

I notice her looking off into the distance sometimes; looking towards Manchineel Cay. I know that she misses him. What does bug me is the way that she makes it so obvious.

Don't get me wrong; I love her so much. It's just… I hate it when she reflects on the past. When she talks about Alan, there's just something in her voice. I can't tell if it's regret, passion, disgust, or something else, but I hate it. She's always so dramatic about it; staring at the island, then shaking herself theatrically, looking back to me.

It brings me back to the times when she chose him over me. When she would run after him, only coming to me as a second choice.

And… it hurts.

I'm Rafe Solomon; I don't do hurt. I don't do sensitive, vulnerable, all that crap. This girl… she drives me bazadee!

Well, if I'm being honest, the only times that I go crazy is when she's thinking of him. When she's talking about him, about how sweet he was. About how she wishes it could have gone better for him. About how much he cared about her…

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

That can't be it.

It's all about jealousy, that's all.

I'm obviously jealous of Alan.

Duh.

Of course I'm not jealous of Esti.

Of course I'm not upset that he was so in love with her.

Well, yeah, I'm upset; but that's because Esti's mine!

I mean, I think that's why…

Woah, no no no no nonononono!

Fuck!

No, forget about it; I'm straight.

I slept with tons of girls.

It totally wasn't a cover.

It wasn't at all so that my dad could be more disappointed in a womanizing son than a gay son.

I mean; I'm not a gay son!

I'm straight!

Just… leave me alone!

It's all jumbled in my head, alright?

.

..

…

Yeah, I can hear your skepticism.

Just… forget about it.

I'm going to go back to loving Esti; giving her what she needs.

I'm going to forget about Alan and all that he did to mess us up.

We're over him- I mean, Esti is over him.

Nevermind.

I'm straight.

I'm in love with Esti.

And Alan doesn't enter my mind.

Not once.

Not a couple of times a day.

Not every waking moment…

Not ever.

(A/N): Okay, so that was that! Just a little something I wrote probably three years ago, but just now got around to uploading!

Reviews are always greatly appreciated! All flames, however, will be used to roast vegan marshmallows!