Adam Buckley's Musical Autopsies in the background.
It's like someone decided to combine a sexy Canadian voice + funny critiques about the poor excuse of music my generation finds "like so fucking awesome, bro."
Chapter Sixx.
I saw Him everyday at school.
I sat next to Him everyday in Chemistry.
He never looked in my direction, always avoiding me like I was the plague.
In a way, I sort of was.
And, god damnit, it hurt.
It hurt so fucking much.
I miss him.
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Christmas break rolled around and I met Bella's parents.
Nice, caring people happy to see their daughter happy.
After we finished the whole meet-and-greet, we went to Downtown Port Angeles, that's when I saw Them.
Holding hands.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Fucking holding hands.
Fucking smiling.
Fucking laughing.
I wanted to run over there and kiss the living shit out of Him.
I wanted to march over there and get on my knees and for him to forgive and take me back.
I wanted to storm over there and fucking him right there on the sidewalk by that damn frilly coffee shop in front of his little laughing-smiling-handing hands fucking wanker friend.
I wanted to claim what was mine.
Was, being the key word.
Not anymore.
I didn't run to kiss him.
I didn't march to get on my knees and beg.
I didn't storm over there to claim.
"Oh, look! Isn't that Jasper? You guys are friends, right?"
It wasn't until I felt my arm being roughly pulled that I saw golden curls get closer and closer.
I could feel my heart race.
Boomboom boomboom booomboom.
Dark Grey looked up and met Green.
Boomboomboomboomboomboom.
"Jasper, hey! What are you doing in Port Angeles? Who's your friend."
He moved his eyes from me to Bella. "Well, I'm just here visiting my aunt for Christmas. And this is Garrett... my boyfriend. Garrett, this is Bella and Edward, some friends from school."
Boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Fucking boyfriend.
"It's nice to meet you, Garrett," She beamed.
Friend.
I'm some fucking friend?
"Yeah, nice to meet you, Garrett," I gruffed out.
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We need to talk.
About what?
How about who that fucking guy is? You don't need him, he doesn't fucking know you like I do. He doesn't love you like I do.
He might not love me, but he treats me a shit load better than you did.
Ouch.
Can we talk? Face to face?
When?
Tomorrow afternoon? My place.
Garrett is taking me to a club tomorrow.
The hell he is!
Please? Tell him you have some family stuff to do.
His replay came an hour later.
Fine.
A/N: - enter Jaws theme song here -
As I mentioned in the beginning of this chapter, waaaay up there, I have been listening to Adam Buckley's voice sine 10 am this morning. Best thing there is to YouTube. I know what you're thinking, listening to some hotfuck canadian comically criticize top charting shit music is entertaining for you? Well, for your information, he comically criticized other things, too! Anyways, go check him out on YouTube: ADoseOfBuckley or go to his website: /dose/
He's like so totes awesome.
REVIEWS ARE BETTER THAN ADAMA BUCKLEY SEXY CANADIAN VOICE. ;D You'll catch my drift if you actually do listen to him talk. ^.^
