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Part 5

(Jen's View)

"So... what's wrong?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I... I used to be with a girl... Devi... I tried to freeze our happiness, so it could never decay... but she went away... I think I lov..." Nny choked.

He tried again, "I lll... kkkchhh... never mind..."

Nny remained silent.

I stared at him for a bit, "Umm... Nny, how did you try to freeze your happiness exactly?"

He stared at the ground, "I... I tried to... kill her... she fought back"

"Oh...(oh god)" I whispered.

"And now, it seems she hates me..." Nny turned his head away from me.

"I'm sorry... have you tried talking to her?"

"I've tried... I can't... not directly..."

I sighed, "You know, maybe you should let relationships just run their courses. I know that some relationships go bad, but you learn from them. Besides, it's not just you. You aren't the only one that gets hurt by bad relationships. Everyone experiences them. They make you who you are. Besides, the good relationships make it all worth while."

Nny stays silent even as we go into the café. I pass by a table of stupid crackheads laughing at something obscene drawn onto their table. As Nny passed by the same table, one of the assholes yelled out, "HEY YOU QUEER!" and at first, Nny seemed like he was trying to ignore the asshole. Then asshole #2 tried to trip Nny and said, "Are you deaf or sumthin'? He's trying to talk to you"

At this point, I got extremely pissed. I walked briskly towards the table and glared at group.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked venomously.

"Oh, I didn't know you and this queer were together. Hey baby, you wanna get together tonight and fuck?" asshole #1 rudely replied.

WHAM! My right boot slammed onto his seat, a centimeter away from his crotch.

"Care to repeat that AGAIN? I didn't quite hear you"

Asshole #1 squeaked and mumbled something that sounded like "Sorry"

I lifted my boot and nodded. I turned around as if I was going to leave, but then I slammed my boot into the guy's neck. His neck was trapped between the heel and bass of the boot. I shoved harder and the asshole was between the wall and my boot. I turned to Nny who was calmly observing the scene, deep in thought. I interrupted him.

"Nny! He has something to say to you"

Nny stared for a minute and nodded slowly. He looked at the asshole.

"Well?" I dug the boot deeper.

"Kkkchhh... ahck! I'm... I'm sorry! I... GAH! DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING!" The man choked out finally.

"You will leave Nny alone" I intoned. It wasn't a question.

"YESSKKKCH!"

I kept the boot there, staring at the man carefully. After a minute or so, I let go.

The asshole slumped down and cringed. I turned around and looked at Nny. He still had that indifferent look upon his face. Then I noticed the café was silent and everyone was looking at me.

"Oh, umm... yea, this asshole tried to molest me..." I said quickly and everyone seemed to accept that excuse.

I turned back to Nny and asked, "Shall we find a table?"

His head snapped up surprised, he nodded dumbly and stared at my shirt.

"(Okaaaay? Kind of being an obvious perv aren't you? God, why don't you get a pair of magnifying glasses while you're at it...)" I thought.

I walked stiffly over to an empty table and we sat down.

Nny spoke up, "Nirvana. The band right? You like them?"

"Oh (Oh, that's what he was looking at) yes. Kurt Cobain. I like him. He blew people away with his words. Sweet guy..."

"Yes, Kurt. I read about him. He killed himself, did he not? He certainly went out with a bang didn't he? People still wonder about the truth of his death to this day..."

"Yeah, but I don't think he shot himself. I don't think he would kill himself so willingly when he had a family. He had a daughter. She was so young."

"I don't believe it either. However, I envy the fact that he is dead"

"Why?"

"Simple. I hate this place. I want to rest. I'm so tired of all the shit in the world. I've tried to kill myself many times, but here I am. Still here. Something always prevents me, or I come back. Kurt died whether it was his choice or not... No one here cares about me, and since the moose is gone, I'm pretty sure my death wouldn't affect anyone, but I guess it doesn't matter because I can't die..."

I sighed, "Nny... there are people who care about you. Even though you tried to kill Devi, I know that she cares about you. Why do you think you two ended up together in the first place? I certainly care about you, even though you broke into my home, covered in blood. I'd like to consider us friends. Aren't we friends?"

Nny gave a small smile and nodded slightly.

"Good. Now do you want anything while I'm up?"

"Well, I guess I want one of those big chocolate chip cookies..."

I smiled, "All right, you look like you need it anyway. Be right back."

(Nny's View)

As I watched Jen walk to the counter, I felt happy. Shit. After I told her about Devi, it was like the whole world just fell off my shoulders into a flaming oblivion. My god I'm happy. Perhaps I should... freeze the moment...

My hand strayed near the knife in my right boot.

No! No. For once maybe I shouldn't freeze the moment. No. Maybe I should let the story go on. Perhaps it will have a happy ending... or maybe it won't end at all... She cares about me... It feels nice.

As Jen came back she flashed me a grin, "Here's your cookie, it's on me"

"Thanks."

"So what can you do around here? I don't plan on having a shitty summer..."

"Well, I guess I could show you around tonight if you wish."

"Really? That would be great. Thanks!"

"No. Thank YOU."

"It was only a cookie..."

"No, thank you for helping me more than you know."

"Oh..."

"Does 9 o' clock sound good tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"All right. I've got to go. See you then."

Jen smiled again, "Okay. Bye Nny."

And I left. I smiled as I walked down the street. I caught up with one of the jerks in the café and slashed his throat as I passed by. His expression was most enjoyable. I felt my smile widen. Today has been great so far. I left before the crowds noticed.

To be continued...