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"Joshie I love you." Claire smiled as she hugged his bare chest.
"What?" his eyes grew wide and his body grew still.
"I love you." she looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes.
Not quite so innocent anymore.
"Oh..." he couldn't think of anything else to say.
She lay there unmoving, staring at him waiting for her answer.
Waiting for anything.
"Josh I said I..."
"You want some breakfast?" he hopped out of bed still in only his Calvin Klein boxers.
"No I don't want any..."
"You sure? I'll make some toast..." he was like a zombie as he backed out of the room,
His room,
And ducked into the kitchen.
Claire followed him not bothering to put on a top or pants.
She stood in the doorway in only her tiny little thong and stared at him.
He struggled to open the wax paper of a box of Count Chocula, his fingers stiff and awkward.
Claire was suddenly a little disgusted that she had just given it up to a guy who kept Count Chocula reserves in his pantry,
But more nauseated that he didn't love her.
"Josh do you need some..."
"No no it's all good." he backed away from her further.
"Why won't you look at me?" she crossed her arms over her bare chest and glared at him.
"I'm looking at you..." he had moved on to a box of Frosted Flakes.
"No you're not." Claire's eyes welled up in her signature tears.
"Yes I am..." he made a point of 'searching' for the milk that was right in front of him.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" she cry/screamed.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" he looked up at her now "HOW ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"WHAT??"
"WHY'D YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING??'
"Huh?" Claire forgot to be upset.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SAY SHIT YOU DON'T MEAN?"
"B...but I DO love you..." her voice wasn't strong enough to scream.
He didn't say anything.
"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME??" she found her voice.
"I do..." he mumbled avoiding her eyes.
"No you don't."
"YeahIdo."
"No you don't."
"Yeah..."
"NO you DON'T."
"FINE I DON'T LOVE YOU!!" Josh roared with an irritated flame in his eyes.
"THEN WHY DID I SLEEP OVER?" she held her own.
"JESUS CLAIRE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE IN LOVE TO DO IT!"
"YES you do!"
"Don't be a fucking retard."
"Then how DO you feel about me?"
Josh didn't answer, he was stewing.
"TELL ME!!" she shrieked.
"FINE, I DON'T LOVE YOU, GOD I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU, I JUST WANTED..."
"WHAT??""YEAH CLAIRE, GUESS WHAT YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!!"
Claire recoiled in disgust.
"BUT I wanted a taste of the pure innocence that was The Waterhose."
Tears started torrenting.
"I wanted to see that sweet face, those uncorrupted lips curled to the beat of me." he tried to touch her face.
"WHAT??"
"I'm a sick bastard, I know, but guess what, it can't be undone."
Claire ran and threw her clothes on, tears still inevitable.
When she came back she looked at her ex.
"Who SAYS by fruit was unbitten?"
"Oh please Claire, you're the only one who'd be a virgin at age 20."
"You know I wasn't born in Westchester."
"What the fuck are you babbling about?"
"Just know, you're not supposed to giggle when you make contact." she tried to turn the tables on him.
"..."
"And yes..." she stood in the doorway "...size DOES matter, why buy a gherkin when you can get a cucumber at the same price?"
She slammed the door.
And it was Josh's turn to tear.
