No Love Here
Jill's POV
I really don't know why I have luck like this. I really don't. My apartment-slash-townhouse-slash-whatever-you-wanna-call-it was 5A. Becca's, was 5C. And the one in between us, 5B, had always been empty. That is, until Chris moved in there.
So now he was my next door neighbor. Our balconies were connected(though there was a small fence/gate in between). Becca's townhouse, 5C was across the way, opposite us. Gah. Us. I hate saying that.
After updating my deviantart journal, I flopped back on my bed and turned my head towards the snake cage on my dresser. Inside, my corn snake, Adam, bobbed his head at me. I stood again and slipped him out of his cage.
"How's my favorite guy doing?" I whispered as he slithered up my arm. As he settled himself on my shoulders, I heard knock on the door. It was one of two people. Becca, bringing a plate of food over from her house, or Chris, come to bother me in any way possible.
I made my way to the door, glad to see that it was infact Becca with a plate of food. Her mother(who even I called Mom) always worried about me. She always made sure I wasn't starving myself, or anything like that too.
"Hey, Bec. What's up?" I asked.
She stared nervously at the serpent on my shoulders. "Uh... I brought over some dinner..."
"Thanks." I took the plate from her. I smiled as she continued to stare at Adam. "Something wrong, Becca?"
"... Uh... Can you take him off your shoulder?" She flinched as the snake slithered down my arm towards her. I lifted him enough so she was practically face to face with him.
"C'mon. Just pat his head and he'll go back on my shoulders. Further away from you." I smiled, knowing I was acting like a bitch. She very hesitantly reached out a hand and quickly patted his head. Adam gave a contented hiss and returned to my shoulders.
Becca glared at me. "I hate snakes." She turned around and walked back to the townhouse she lived in.
I laughed and closed my door. I wasn't really hungry, so I stuck the plate into the microwave to wait until I was ready.
With Adam still on my shoulders, I went out to my balcony. It was autumn, so the wind blew a very light, and slightly chilly. But when the wind wasn't blowing, the sun still beat down with a decent amount of heat.
I layed down on the cold iron. The sun fell over me, and Adam slithered onto my stomach where he curled, content in the sun.
I closed my eyes, glad that it was a Thursday. One more day, and there'd be the weekend free of any plans.
Trusting that Adam wouldn't slither off(he was too attached to me to do that, or maybe he knew that I needed him), I began to doze off.
"Jill? What are you doing?" came THAT voice, of all voices.
"Hi, Chris," I replied begrudgingly. "I'm relaxing."
"Am I seeing things, or is there a snake on you?"
"That's Adam. He's my pet cornsnake." I sat up, taking the snake onto my arm. I held my arm up to Chris, who was standing on his own balcony leaning over the railing that seperated them. "Wanna pet him?"
He extended a hand and gingerly patted the reptile's head. Adam made his way onto Chris' arm from the brief moment of contact, slithering up to his shoulders. I raised my eyebrows. "Holy shit."
"What?" Chris' eyes were wide open and his body tense from the animal on him.
"He's never done that before. With anyone. At all."
"So... is this good, or bad?" He looked as though he was trying to relax his shoulders.
"Well, if was bad, then he'd already have bitten you."
"So he likes me?"
"Guess so."
I stood up and brushed off my pants. "Want me to take him back or can you settle with a snake on you?"
He bit his lip and said, "Mind taking him?" I slipped my hand around the reptile and picked him up. "I didn't see you as a snake person," he stated.
"He's a good pet. I got him when he was hardly four inches long." I shrugged.
We were both quiet for a moment before he opened his mouth to talk. "Before you said you didn't like the nickname Jilly, right?"
I nodded, trying to act indifferent. "Yeah."
"Well, is it okay if I call you V?" His facial expression was innocent, showing his question was such and didn't imply anything more than friendship.
Again I shrugged. "Why not? Sounds fine."
He smiled a crooked grin. "Cool."
Rebecca's POV
School, school, school. Seems there's nothing but on Fridays. They move so slow. But of course they sprinted ahead once school was out.
I opened my locker, grabbed the neccisary books, and slammed it closed. Dammit, dammit dammit! I was going to be late for my next class!
I threw my books into my bag and attempted to get to my next class in time. Of course my plans were ruined when someone crashed into me, sending my books spilling out onto the floor.
"Shit!" I said as I bent to pick them up.
"Sorry," the guy said as he kneeled to help me.
"Watch where your go-" I was cut off by the late bell. "Dammit, I'm going to be late!"
"Easy there, Princess. I'm Billy, by the way."
Okay, the deviantart name for Jill's account is Dont-be-my-Valentine. She updates every once and awhile.