The Broken YouTuber (Jeff's POV

by EclipticChaos

A boy with a dream, but no life. He loves a girl who he doesn't have a chance with. He is her Silent Guardian. Enjoy, and review! {There will be OC's, if you want me to use yours just tell me name age and job, and I'll consider.}

4. Chapter 4

I laugh bit at her rage. ""I may have been practicing." I say lightly.

"How? YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A FREAKING WII!" She yells.

We argue for a minute until light filters in and catches her half way dry hair. My breath catches in my throat as Adam grabs a strand and jealousy constricts my chest and I breath heavily. Annie notices, though ignores it, but nobody else does. Thank god. I send silent thanks. I hear her unintentional flirting and I resist the need to make Adam never have kids. I pull out a forced, yet genuine sounding laugh. "let me guess, her eyes seem to be staring into your soul?"

He nods and bubbling rage fills my stomach and chest. I am her silent guardian, I will not interfere with her love life.I repeat this mantra to myself over and over again. "Her eyes seem to do that to one." I say with another laugh.

Andy says something but I'm too distracted. I stiffen when Annie mentions their mother. I block out everything as her eyes flash with every emotion tied to the death of a loved one. I say something, but I'm to distracted to know what I, myself, said. Andy came back a while later wearing her enderman jacket, jeans and sneakers. I hear Adam take her arm and I start chastising Annika for reminding her of their mother to block out their conversation.

"And Annie? Do not tell Andy about me and me coming around every night. I know I tell you this a lot, but its important." I hiss softly. "And I got Andy a gift, don't tell her yet, I haven't finished it." I say softly. "And ohhhhh Adam, keep it up your going to wish you could have kids." I mutter to myself. "You didn't hear that Annie." I say to her. I flop on the couch, crying silently. "I know I'm her guardian, And I'm not supposed to get involved, but I can't take it anymore. Do you know how I feel Annie?" I say gently, tracing the knife scar along my chest. "Andy is like family to me, but I want more than that, much more." I whisper, almost sobbing. I get up go to the kitchen, picking out a knife from the drawer. Annie knows what I'm doing. I poise the knife over my chest, muscles tensed. I hesitate in bringing it in home.