((SORRY ALL! It took forever to find time to right. My home got remodeled a bit, and Christmas decorating… PLUS ASIGNMENT AFTER ASIGNMENT.
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Sweetprincess16: Yey, I'm glad there was some suspense. We all feel bad for Mary; it's kind of the point. D: But I'm not revealing too much. I'll make sure to take some of the suggestions into consideration.
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Let me say this, Ann epically fails at flirting with the opposite sex… but I don't know about the same sex… - ))
The brief moment of peace and comfort quickly faded. This wasn't the place I had gone to sleep; it wasn't my house. But a plain, small white room. Facing the wooden door was a small bed.
I threw the covers on the ground in an attempt to get out of bed. It was so silent; I could here my own deep gasps of breath. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face. This room was too familiar; I couldn't have slept here last night. It was impossible. My hands gripped the small knob and pulled the door open with all my might.
Behind the door, was nothing. Nothing but complete darkness. I don't know what came over me, but I started walking. Nowhere In particular, but the sound of footsteps that weren't mine were leading me in many directions.
"Hello…?" I called out to no one. No answer, just an echo. A shiver got sent up my spine, the kind you get when you know someone is near you. I spun around.
Faint light shinned upon a single person, their backside towards me. Brown hair, blue jeans, and baseball cap. I knew him anywhere. I ran to the male and wrapped my hands around him.
"Jack, I'm so glad you here," I whispered, "I have no clue what's going on," Jack didn't even look back at me, or even answer. Jack shook me off and started walking away. "Jack… Jack where are you going?"
I took the hint that maybe he wanted me to follow. But it seemed no matter how fast I was running, even at a run; he was to far away from me. In fact, he seemed to be moving farther away with every step I took.
My eyes widened. It was just like me and what I had did to Jack. But, why was I seeing this? I stopped and dropped to my knees. Tears started flowing. And I couldn't stop them; hold them back, or anything. "I'm sorry…" I mumbled.
I shot up from my bed, drenched in sweat. This was the third day in a row I had a dream like this. Everyday, I would see a little more, and more of the dream. But if it were up to me, I wouldn't be having these nightmares. I basically understood the concept of my dreams, but why I kept having them was unknown to me.
" Morning Claire," someone chimed from the middle of the house, "you sure talk while you sleep,"
Who the hell would be in my house this early in the morning? I glanced over to the table. Sitting like he lived here was the person I had least expect. Ever.
"Jack…" I said with anger rising, "What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. In. My. House?"
"I though I'd stop over for a visit," Jack said plainly. He got up from the chair and walked over to my bed, "to think, the spare key I hid was still in the same spot,"
My eye twitched, "Spare key?" I questioned, "That's how you go in?" I held my palm out, "give it,"
He turned away and shook his head, "You never know. Maybe you're in trouble and no one can get in. Then, Super Jack to the rescue with his magical key!"
"Magic Key?" I asked, getting out of bed and motioning to the door. "Jack, get out of my house, and get on with your life already,"
Jack shivered and headed out the door, "I used to live here too you know-"
"Out!" I shouted.
"Fine, fine," Jack said, "Goddess, your so cranky,"
I walked out of my house while Jack headed up towards town, "Shut up and leave me alone you stalker!" He must not of heard me, because he didn't even look back.
That's it, Jack had crossed the line. Not only had he snuck into my house today, but ever since he came back, he had been following me everywhere I went. Around the farm, running errands, and just visiting people. Every where I went, he seemed to 'show up' there, or 'already be there.' What a stalker.
Ann's POV (A few days later)
My heart raced as the brunette stepped into the room. He smiled at me and waved. "Hey Ann," he greeted me.
"H-hi, Jack," I mumbled.
Jack cupped his hand over his ears, "I can't hear you Ann," I looked down at the floor then the wall. "I'm kidding,"
"I-I know," He cocked his head to the side and sat at the table I was cleaning.
"You're acting a bit… Un-Ann-ish," Jack said, "what's up?" My face got hotter.
It was true that I had a bit of a crush on Jack. It had happened a couple months before Jack decided he'd take his leave. And I had hated myself for not spending more time with him. I looked at him one more time. His bangs lazily fell in his face through the same old baseball cap, and his muscles could be seen a lot better now through a plan white shirt and a pair of jeans. When Jack had first begun farming, he had been wearing overalls, and a loose shirt, but he had… upgraded.
"Nothing," I said and began cleaning the table again. He put his head on his hands and smiled. I still remembered that smile after 3 years. That was the same smile he was wearing when he and Karen had their old 'Flirt Fest.' Memories.
"You know what Ann?" Jack started, "I really never noticed this, but your really pretty. Especially for a tomboy,"
"O-oh. Well, I don't think of myself as pretty. But you know, I really don't care. It's fun to just be friends with guys. I mean, I'm not like Karen or anything," I babbled.
"I think you're prettier than Karen," Jack said with a bit of a seductive tone. There wasn't one doubt in my mind that he was flirting with me. Now to do what Karen would do in this situation. Flirt back. Or die trying. Okay, maybe hurt myself. Or get a cut or scrape.
"Well what's the thing you like the most about me?" I tried to say confidently.
"Your eyes," he replied, "I just get lost in them…"
"Your eyes are… better," I stuttered.
"… No I like yours better," Jack insisted. I looked off and then looked back at Jack.
"I-Is that my dad calling? I better go see what he wants… and stuff, see you around if your still at the Inn later on... And stuff," I took off for the kitchen at a fast-walk pace.
"See you later… and stuff," He said in a jokingly voice.
Jack's POV
"If your having a staring contest with the wall, I think the wall is winning," I said to Gray who was sitting a few feet away from me in 'our room.'
"What?" Gray said looking back at me with a puzzled expression.
"It finally looks at something besides the wall!" I sarcastically exclaimed. Gray rolled his eyes and looked at the floor.
"Whatever…"
I leaned over his shoulder, "Battle Two, Gray versus Floor. Who will win this tough showdown?" I paused to create emphasis, "and it seems the floor is wining- wait Gray fights back-"
"Good Goddess, will you just fucking shut up already?" Gray yelled at me and then pushed me away. "I seriously need to talk to Doug about room arrangements. I seriously liked it better when Kai was here to occupy the other bed,"
"Chill Gray," I said, "I'm just joking around, pal,"
He got up and stormed to the door, "I'm leaving before I decide to murder you with the closet, and one of my ties,"
"Gray owns a tie?" I whispered to myself, "Seems everyone still hates me,"
I guess it was true. Almost everyone in Mineral Town did hate me, and that didn't change over the few years I was gone. I'm surprised I was able to stay for a year and a half with the shit they put me through. It felt good to leave them all behind. Except the girls and a couple older men. Well, maybe all the girls, but Mary and Elli.
Karen, Ann, Popuri, Kai, Doug, Carter, and Duke were the only people I got along with in this town, and it hurt to leave good friends behind. But to be in a society that basically hated my living guts was… horrible.
I got up and walked down the stairs and out of the Inn. The sun's ray hit my eyes. It had to be at least ten by now. The plan was to apologize to Claire for sneaking into, well; it was more like visiting her house all those days ago… Mostly because she wouldn't talk to me ever since I visited.
I looked up and down the street. Sure enough, the blonde came bobbing up the road with a basket in hand. I pulled my hat back and casually walked over to her. "Hey Claire," I said. She didn't respond, or even look at me. "Hey," I said again.
"Okay, Claire, I know you're mad at me for sneaking- no, visiting you in the morning. And well, I just wanted to apologize," Still no response. No death glare, nothing. I sighed. "Goddess Claire, aren't you taking it a little too far? You did this yesterday, and the day before that… and before that"
If I were paying attention I would have seen that she wasn't holding the door open for me while she entered the Supermarket. My face slammed into the door and I came tumbling to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I could see an upside down Rick snickering at my 'smooth' fall and Karen rushing to my aid.
"Whoa, Jack, nice fall," Karen joked as she pulled me up.
"Yeah, yeah," I said. She looked at me, and then the store.
"Are you chasing Claire?" Rick asked from the blue, "she seemed sort of… mad."
I rolled my eyes and glared at him, "No one asked for lip out of the prick," Rick's eye widened and he took in a deep breath to protest. But Karen covered his mouth before he could begin ranting.
"Come on Rick, just ignore it," Karen said with a hint of laughter.
"Y-You think I'm a prick!" Rick exclaimed. Karen rolled her eyes and pulled Rick away by the ear. She waved to me and pulled him past where my eyes could see.
"Yes Rick, you are a prick," I mumbled to myself while I entered the supermarket, "hey, that rhymes,"
I scanned the room, in one corner I saw Manna and Sasha direct their attention to me, and then start a conversation. Probably about me. Then there was Jeff staring at me from another side of the room while taking care of Claire's groceries. I made myself comfortable by the door and waited for Claire to finish loading her wares into the basket.
As she walked past me I gripped her arm and pulled her back, "Claire, come on," She didn't even bother to make arm contact or scold me at all. She just pulled away and stormed out of the Supermarket. I heard soft gasps from the women in the corner. But I ignored them; I didn't have time to deal with their crap now.
Karen's POV
"Come-on Claire, don't you think your being a bit too mean?" I asked. Claire shook her head and crossed her arms. Rick looked at her then me and shook his head with her.
"He called me a prick!" Rick shouted, "I'm not a-"
"Heh, that rhymes," Claire pointed out, and started laughing. I let out a few chuckles myself. Rick's blood started boiling. But this time, before he took a breath to protest (Or lecture) I pinched his ear and yanked down.
"Oww, Ow, ow, owwww! Frick! Karen your going to freaking yank off my ear!" Rick yelled. Claire twitched a little and backed up a step.
"Err, Karen, your going to stretch out his ear," She murmured.
"I think it's already stretched about an inch- ow, ow, ow!" Rick yelped again. I let go and he cradled his left ear. I took a deep breath and looked back at Claire.
"Well, Claire, you should at least give him a chance… I mean, I bet Jack is uh…just-"
"Suffering from abandonment or something! He will not leave me alone, everywhere I go… he's there!" She shouted, "and this morning Jack got into my house! He has a spare key!"
I looked at Rick who was taken back. I didn't have time to stop his lecture now. "That's horrible! We have to report this to Mayor Thomas; who knows what he could of done while you were asleep-"
I yanked on Rick's year again, "I know Jack! Maybe not as well as Claire, but I know Jack wouldn't do something like that," Claire looked at the chickens on the ground and then spread some feed around with her foot. "Am I right?"
"Yeah…" she mumbled. I walked over to her and put my arm around her small shoulders.
"Now tell me, how far do you and Jack go back… I mean what's your guy's relationship?" I asked. Claire looked up; uneasiness was in her eyes.
"Well… um." she took a breath and sat down on the ground. A few chickens scattered while Claire picked one up and stroked it. "I met Jack when I ran away. During that time I was making horrible decisions in my life…I-I was starving myself… drugs… I hate myself for it all. My brother and sister, Jon and Jill, hated seeing me like that, so they set me up on a blind date with Jon's roommate. That's when I met Jack. He set everything in my life straight. He helped me get through it all… he made me like myself again, and I felt normal." She let the chicken go and got up with a forced smiled. It made me want to cry. "And then… we got engaged," My eyes widened, and I could hear Rick's loud gasp.
"But then… I was so afraid! I couldn't go through with anything! I left before the wedding, and I didn't see him after that. This is the first time I've seen him in years… and that's probably when he came here. If I could do it all over again…" she trailed off and got up.
Rick and I looked at each other and then at Claire. "I didn't know Claire… wow," Rick said.
"I'm sorry for the random question Claire, but are you drunk?" I asked. She looked at me and then shook her head. "Well… you seem to be just spilling all this out. And that only happens to me and most people here when we're just drunk,"
"I… vent things out with words. It makes me feel better," She scratched her head, "Sorry If I babbled…"
"No, it's okay-"
"It's Jack! Hide, Claire! He's coming!" Rick shouted with his hands waving in many directions.
"Why should she…?" I asked. But before I could finish, Claire franticly pushed a bunch of random fodder on top of her. Rick rushed over and pushed some more on her head.
"Dammit Rick! You getting it in my eyes!" Claire shouted from under. I stood there with my mouth open.
"My friends are freaks…" I said. I turned to the entrance of Poultry Farm and looked at Jack.
"Uh… hey Karen, Rick," Jack said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over to me. "Um… what are you doing Rick?" Rick looked back at him, and dropped the last fodder on Claire's hidden body.
"N-nothing! What are you inquiring? Psh, your just an idiot thinking I-" Rick babbled on.
"Shut it already, Rick," I joked.
Claire's POV
Note to self, never let Rick cover me with fodder. Ever. I slowly and silently moved fodder from my ear so I could listen in.
"-Have you two seen Claire around. I think she's mad at me…" Jack said. Damn right I am, stalker.
"No duh, Sherlock," Rick said snottily.
"Shush Rick!" Karen scolded him. She probably pinched his ear ort kicked him or something, because Rick started yelping and then Karen and Jack both laughed.
"Well, anyway," Karen started, "last time I checked, and because I am a girl I can say this, us girls don't like it when we randomly find men sitting in our homes. Isn't that right Rick?"
"Will you ever let that go? I was drunk and- I mean, sorry," Rick answered.
"I'm just… worried about her. She's been acting kind of strange ever since I arrived," Jack said in a worried tone. I blinked a few times. Worried…? About me?
"She hasn't seen you in years! My goddess, you city people are dense. I mean real dense," Karen exclaimed.
I heard Jacks boots scrape nervously against the dirt. "I guess your right,"
"Anytime, Jack," Karen, say. I lifted some fodder of and peaked out. Jack made his was from the property and began walking away. I shifted and then pushed my way out of the pile.
"Claire-!" Rick began. I ignored him and ran to the fence.
"Jack, wait!" I shouted to him. He turned back and started.
"Where… you- out of no where…" He moved his hands in various places.
"Listen, Jack, I need to talk to you," I said. He shrugged and walked over to me.
"I'm listening," He said, pushing the brown locks from his eyes. I shook my thoughts away from Jack and looked him in the eyes.
"I need you to meet me at the Inn tonight at three, so we can talk," I said quickly.
"So we can finally talk," He corrected me.
I rolled my eyes, "Just be lucky I'm inviting you to dinner," I turned away from the fence and began walking away.
"Like a date?" Jack questioned. My face felt completely hot.
"W-whatever!" I shouted back at him. Karen and Rick let out small laughs. My eye twitched. "Good bye Jack!" I turned over to Jack again, but he wasn't there. In fact he was turning up the road.
"Nice job," Karen said sarcastically, "he really deserved that,"
"So much for ignoring him," Rick commented. I glared at him and pinched his right cheek.
"Do you want a stretched cheek to go with that ear, Chicken Boy?" I threatened. He let out a chipmunk-like squeal and pleaded I let go.
"Hah, note to self Rick, don't anger Claire," Karen laughed and I let go of Rick's cheek.
He rubbed his cheek and sighed, "Could we all restrain from stretching out my face today?" Rick complained, "Goddess, Claire you have choppers as hands," I felt a tapping on my shoulder; Karen looked at me then sighed.
"Um… Claire," Karen started and put her arm around my shoulder, "you should know something… it's about Ann and… Jack,"
"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little to bubbly.
"Okay, I'm just going to come out and say this; Ann likes Jack," she said blankly.
"I don't see your point," I mumbled.
"Man, your seriously blonde. She sees you, point 1! She assumes you two are on a date, point 2! Ann goes berserk, point 3! It's simple," Karen shouted.
"…Uh, okay… I think I'm going to go now. You know.." I paused, "where's things make some sense,"
"Bye, Claire," Rick said, "I think," Karen elbowed him. "Ow! Come on Karen, I thought we had enough with hurting me," I shrugged and hopped over the small fence.
"Ugh, are you listening to me Claire?" Karen questioned.
"I guess," I answered and turned around, "yes?"
"You're a hopeless blond, Claire," Karen mumbled. "See you later Rick,"
I started walking back to my farm, but got the last of their conversation, "Wait, what?" Rick asked.
"I have to go talk to Ann about this crap," I said before she was to far away to hear. But I had no time to wonder about what else she was saying. There were only a few hours before I had to face Jack again, and I had to think about what I had to say.
The wind in my farm area nipped at my face. Everything seemed in place. I sat next to the shipping bin and started brainstorming.
Through out my life, I had tried to act like I could take care of myself. But when it came to stuff like this, I was hopeless. The main reason I wanted to talk to Jack was 1, I was tired of him popping out of nowhere and bothering me. And 2, I needed to talk about… us.
"What to say…?" I asked myself. My mind shut down. "Jack… well… I invited you here because I wanted to tell you to stop following me around like a lost puppy. … No that's too mean… Jack, I know we have a long history but… no," I took another breath, in hope to think of something. "Dammit, why can't I think of anything?"
I pushed myself off the ground and started pacing. This was probably going to take while. Maybe because I had so many things I wanted to say, but no way to put them in sentences.
Gray's POV (A few hours later)
If it wasn't for Ann yelling Cliff and me to come down for dinner, I would probably would have been asleep. I got up and trudged down the stairs in the main room. Ann gave me a scolding glare, but none the less I still stomped over there and glared right back at her.
"What," I stated with anger. She raised and eye brown and pointed to a table a few feet away.
"Your food, Mr. Moody," she said almost as coldly as me, "eat it. Or else," I didn't fancy the way she said "or else," so I listened and obediently sat at the table. Ann walked by and whispered to me.
" I made Baked Corn for you; so eat it,"
I looked down at the partially burnt dish. Looks like I'd be going to bed without dinner. When I was about to get up and dump it, I saw Ann give me another glare. So I began wolfing the food down again.
Cliff sat down across from me and looked at his dish. "If you don't eat it, Ann will kill you," I muttered.
"Like the food won't already," Cliff answered sarcastically. I was about to laugh, but chose not to.
"I'd take a chance with the food," I mumbled, distracted. My gazed shifted to Ann and the table she was serving. Seated there was a blonde, but the light made it seem kind of brown. Was it Karen…or… Claire? Just for a few seconds, I listened to their conversation.
"-And Claire, I said to him: "Your such and idiot! All I can make is Pop Tarts, Kool-Aid, and cereal!"
"Oh my goddess, are you serious?" I heard Claire's voice exclaim, "then what did Doug do?"
"Psh," Ann said, "the old man sat with Duke the entire time and got drunk. So I had to watch the bar, and serve him!" Roars of laugher erupted from the table. I couldn't help but feel left out. But I always felt that way.
Ann nodded and walked away from their table, revealing the person sitting with Claire. I shifted my glance. The last person I expected sat there; Jack. I felt like someone had slapped me with a brick.
There was a slapping sound on the table. I turned my glance to the red head a few inches away from me. "You know," she started, "you can keep shooting 'Death Glares' at Jack and Claire's table, or you can go over there and ask to join," she said quiet blankly. With those words, she walked back behind the counter to talk to Doug. Cliff raised an eyebrow and gave me a stern look.
"What the hell did you do to get her so ticked off?" he questioned.
"I didn't do anything," I snapped and pushed up from the table and kicked in my chair. First I had to deal with staring at Claire and Jack having their little date, and now Cliff and Ann were giving me a hard time. I was going to bed, no doubt.
He looked up at me then began shoving the burnt remains of his food in his mouth. I walked past my and Claire's table towards the stairs and began walking up the stairs.
"Gray?" she questioned. I turned around and looked at her from a few feet away.
"H-Hey," I said a bit uneasily. She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ears.
"Have you eaten?" Claire asked as a walked the few steps down to their table.
"I don't know if Ann's burnt whatever it is counts as food," I said, "but I ate it anyway…well, some of it," She laughed and motioned to sit down.
"So, you want to sit with us?" Jack finally asked. I shrugged like I didn't care, and sat down to the right of Claire. I looked at the table, Claire, then Jack. Jack and Claire had seemed to start a conversation while I was investigating the table.
"-Jack, I know we've had a long history together, but you need to move on with your life," She said, and then looked at me, "right Gray?"
My head shot up, "Uh um… y-yeah, sure," She nodded and looked back at Jack. That was close, mostly because I had no idea what she was talking about. Well, she did mention while she was ranting to me "Jack would not leave her alone." But that was a few days ago. I didn't really listen while Jack and Claire continued; all I did was wonder why Claire had invited me to sit with them. To be a jury maybe?
"-Now just promise me you'll stop sneaking into my house," I shot my eyes towards Jack. Wait, he snuck into her house?
"Whatever, I'm just worried about you," Jack mumbled.
It was finally coming together, I got why Claire was pissy this past week. And The strange happenings this past week.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Gray," Claire apologized, "I've been basically ignoring you! I just had to talk to Jack about something,"
"It's fine," I said as I fiddled my thumbs. A sharp jolt of pain hit my shin out of nowhere. I silently winced without Claire seeing. Ann gave me a "Make-a-move" look and then smiled at Claire.
She pointed to the empty plates, "Done?" Claire nodded and Ann picked them up. There was more silence until Jack piped up.
"Do you think… you know, I'd have a chance with some one like… I don't know, Ann?"
"Don't even think about it," I started, "Ann would never be interested in you. She's more of the 'guys are my friends' kind of girl,"
Jack looked down and then at the wall, " I guess your right…" Claire put a hand on his shoulder.
"But you can at least try," she comforted him, "I hear from a certain someone she's been thinking of you too,"
He blushed and then got up, "I-I never said I liked her, I was just wondering," He turned around and started walking away, "I need to go to bed, and think about some things," Jack and Claire waved at each other, and then she turned to me.
"Is it me or is he acting a bit… you-ish?" she said jokingly.
I forced a smile, "Whatever,"
"Well, I think I'd better be going now, it's supposed to rain once it gets darker," Claire said. I emediently got up too.
"I'll walk you home, if you want that is…" I mumbled. She nodded and I escorted her out the building. Before I was fully outside, I saw Ann wink at me. Luckily it was starting to get dark so the blush wasn't at all noticeable.
I felt something tap my shoulders and then the top of my head in a pattern. I turned to Claire who was holding up her hands to seeming catch something.
"It's raining," she said softly. I nodded and looked back at her. By each second the rain was getting heavier, and heavier. As we walked I took off my coat and placed it on top of her head. Claire looked up and smiled, but kept half my gaze forward.
Suddenly, something pelted me on the head. I looked down and picked up the small icy-rock. "…It's starting to hail," I stated, but with a bit of surprise. Claire looked terrified. She grabbed my hand and ran with me until we got to the farmhouse.
By the time we got there, it was hailing full blast, and booming with thunder. Streaks of cracking light lit up the dull purple sky over head. Claire opened the door and I turned to leave, but she gripped my arm.
"Gray, you can't go back in this weather," she demanded. I shrugged. "Come in," Claire moved aside and I stepped in. She went over to her dresser and threw me a towel to dry off.
"The weather channel predicted rain, but not this early," she mumbled.
"I can wait awhile," I said, "It's not like it's going on all night long…" I drifted off as Claire gave me an uneasy look. She twiddled her thumbs and sat at the table with a towel draped over her hair.
"Well, there's one solution," she said confidently, "You can stay the night here," My eyes widened. Stay here… tonight… with Claire? Unreasonable, I could never take it.
"I couldn't do that to you-" I started.
"Nonsense, I'm a good friend, and I don't want someone I care about to be pelted with rain," she said, and removed the towel, "the bed only fits one, if you want I can set something up for you on the couch, or I'll stay on the couch for tonight, it's up to you,"
I shifted on one foot to the other. To distract myself, I took of my shoes and placed them neatly next to the door. "I-It's your h-house… I'll sleep o-on the couch I guess,"
Claire rushed over to a large trunk and pulled out two quilts and then snatched one of the pillows off her bed. I took a seat near the table and watched her while she set up a small bed for me.
It felt awkward. The only girl's (who wasn't family) house that I had slept at was Mary's. But that had been almost years ago. But this was Claire's house. And we weren't even together or anything.
"Okay, the bathroom is over there," she pointed to a door on the oposit3e side of the home. "If you need anything, just ask," She looked at the ceiling and then me. I could tell something was on her mind. She seemed distracted when she talked and now she was staring off into space.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"It's nothing…" she said and rubbed the back of her neck, "I was kind of wondering… when Ann and I tumbled into you and Cliff fighting, what were you fighting about? I mean, not that it's my business…"
I looked down at the floor, "Oh it's nothing, we just weren't getting along that day.." I lied.
" There's not anything between Her and I. Nothing! Get off my ass already," Cliff protested.
"You just need to back off already," I said sternly, "don't pretend I didn't see anything that happened between you and Claire. I know your always going around thinking, "Oh, Claire is mine,"" He glared at me and then pushed me back.
"You should watch the shit you say, you're acting all cocky now. She is a human, not a stupid prize or something!" Cliff shouted. Something snapped and I grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"I don't want you near her anymore. You stupid bums are going to intoxicate her mind. You hear me?" I threatened. Cliff's eyes showed anger. He struggled, and soon we had broken out in basically a fistfight. That was when Claire had stumbled in…
"It's nothing…" I mumbled to myself. Claire looked at the floor then at me.
"Oh… I understand," she said softly. "I'm going to get ready for bed," Claire head towards the bathroom, leaving me in the main room alone.
Now to find away to get myself through the night.
((… Cliffhanger? Ahah, I've been going real Graire lately, not that it's a bad thing. Not much to say, just that I'm sorry it took so long. Now to stop getting writers block. XD))