GOOD TO YOU

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Disclaimer: Resident Evil CAPCOM | Plot © whitemaigexxvii | Song © 투에니원

Summary: [AU] Jessica Sherawat: the girlfriend. Jill Valentine: the best friend. The lines were set but it was still breached and pain is just around the corner. RATED M. Valenfield / Sherafield

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Author's Note: Hello, guys! I'm sorry for the epic delay. WAILS. At least I made it before Thanksgiving. HAHA. I just want to thank you awesome people who read the last chapter or the whole story so far, especially to those who left a review, criticized, followed, and added the story to their favorites list. You guys are amazing! You're the reason why I have the added determination to finish this. This is basically, I think, a filler chapter but I hope you enjoy it!

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CHAPTER II

I'm so good to you

But you love her

And her kiss is a lie

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ONE WEEK LATER

JILL VALENTINE'S appreciative gaze fell at the slowly moving clouds and she couldn't help but feel its calming sight invade her stressed mind. She thought it'd be best if she gave herself a break so she found herself wandering inside the campus and found a spot on a bench under a huge tree. The past few days had been hell for her and she was surprised her brain was able to battle the stress of what students like her would call college. As she lightly clutched the flimsy paper in her hands, she was reminded that even if her personal life is currently in shambles she still has control over her career. That mere fact brought a little comfort in the midst of her chaotic struggles with her emotions. She knows the blame was hers to take. It was her foolish mistake. She knows it and yet she still had trouble accepting it.

Chris Redfield.

Thinking about him makes her chest tighten. Ever since that night they shared in each other's arms, she had been doing everything in her power to make sure they will never cross paths. Take yesterday as an example. It was their family gathering with the Redfield and Burton but she passed, saying that she's busy studying when in fact she's been at home all day, watching DVDs and feeling bored out of her mind. She felt so bad lying to them like that but it was all she could ever come up with. She will not lie about missing him, though.

Irony was her situation because of how her heart yearned so much to see him but her fears say otherwise. It frustrates her because she's scared. She was scared of what feelings would emerge once her eyes set upon him, who's completely oblivious of the biggest life-changing event that had occurred between them. She was scared of what she would do. She was scared of herself.

Jill heavily sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. It frustrates her how easy it was for her thoughts to be all over the place just because of one man.

"That sounds like a huge problem."

Her heart flew to her throat as she glared at the owner of the voice, not fully pleased by the interruption. "It's common courtesy not to sneak up on people, Carlos. Has anybody told you that?" She hissed, shoving the paper inside her bag before scooting to her left to make ample of space for her friend.

Carlos grinned sheepishly and saw the gesture as an invitation. He gladly took it and sat beside her on the bench. "I'm sorry, Jill. It's just that, you're so deep in thought." He slowly explained, his eyes landing anywhere but hers, a clear sign of his discomfort.

What that was, Jill had no clue but she had a feeling that she's about to learn soon enough. So, she just rolled her eyes but chose to drop the subject by dismissively waving her hand. Carlos Oliveira shared a few subjects with her all throughout her stay in college and they found a mutual interest by spending their free time in gyms. She could safely say that Carlos is one of her trusted friends but it will take more than 'spending free time inside the gym' for her to confide about her latest dilemma. Moreover, she's not comfortable talking about something so personal with a guy. The exception only goes with a Chris Redfield. And obviously, Carlos is not Chris.

Carlos chuckled when he got the hint that Jill was not about to talk him through whatever problem she had herself engaged to. It was none of his business and it was not in his attitude to pry or snoop around just so he could satisfy his curiosity. Feeling like a gentleman, he chose to divert the subject to something that will take serious things off her mind. Because that's what Jill was.

A very serious woman.

Carlos will not deny that he used to like her because of it. Jill was very down to business and she couldn't afford something like 'relationships' to hinder her plans for the future. It took a jaw-cracking slap for him to understand that mere fact. He was so stubborn back then and just couldn't take a polite 'no' for an answer. Yes, he had flirted with her but that slap snapped him out of his delusional state and told him that she was out of his reach. Carlos respected her for that and thought that it will be much better if he just settled to being her friend.

Folding his arms behind his head, Carlos smiled. "Winter Break is coming soon. Got any plans?" It was an innocent question but the suspicious look he was given made him raise an eyebrow. "What? I was being curious." He defended.

Noticing her mistake, Jill cleared her throat and gave him an apologetic smile. She mentally cursed herself for being so edgy; she blamed the lack of sleep and constant thinking. For a while now, she couldn't control her consciousness into over thinking and it bothers her. I really need to take in some fresh air.

Nervously scratching her cheek, Jill replied. "Sorry. Well I was thinking about spending it over at my parents' place. It's been ages since I spent time with them." She said, finding herself relaxing with the light topic they were slowly falling into.

Carlos chuckled. "I was expecting you'd say something like having a date with your books." He joked and handed her a sandwich he found inside his bag a few minutes ago. When Jill made no move and just stared, he sighed. "You look awfully malnourished, babe." He started; the serious look on his face evened the tone of his voice. "I don't know what your problem is but you could use a break once in a while to eat, you know." Concern replaced his earlier tone as he offered the food to her once more.

Jill was genuinely moved by his concern as she reached for what he was offering. She muttered a small thank you and started to eat. She never really expected someone to care this much to notice her disheveled state. It's true that she's gaining a bad eating habit and Carlos was keen enough to see that it was doing her no good. A pleasured sigh escaped her lips and she eagerly consumed the rest of the sandwich. It was delicious! She hadn't noticed that she was this hungry and her conscience begged for her to return the favor.

"My mom made it for me but I thought you'll need it more than I do."

She smiled at him once more before taking a swig from her bottled water. "It's amazing. Thanks again, Carlos. Maybe one of these days I'll tell you what's been bothering me. But right now, I don't feel like talking about it." She whispered and clutched the bottle in her hands tighter, like it was the only thing keeping her from slipping over the edge. Carlos is a nice guy even with all the misunderstandings they had back then. If she wasn't in love with someone else, she would've no problem falling for this man beside her instead.

"Nah, you don't have to feel obligated or anything. You help me with my subjects a lot so the least I could do is to look out for you." He patted her back in which she returned with a bigger smile. "Besides, I know you'll cave one of these days." He released a hearty laugh when a playful punch reached his arm. Though playful, it still stings.

It was Jill's turn to chuckle when she saw that subtle flinch in his somewhat indifferent expression. She took another swig from her bottle before shoving it inside her bag. "You know what, since we're free for the rest of the day, we should head somewhere. I'll show you something awesome." She suggested and gathered her things to leave but momentarily stopped when she felt no movement from her companion.

The look on Carlos' face was enough to set her off in a fit of giggles. He looked like an idiot gawking at her like she grew two heads. She really can't blame him for going to a trip called 'shock', though. She guessed he was still trying to process the times where she had to slip away from her all-business-mask and loosen up. She's still having a hard time doing that herself, especially when she's having too much to digest in her personal life. Being serious in her studies saved her from all those painful thinking.

A contented sigh escaped her lips the moment she got over her mirth and gave him a pat on the shoulder. That seemed to snap him out of his daze for he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Carlos. I was being nice. Besides, we need to celebrate or something. We conquered the exams." She paused when Carlos gave her a pointed look. "Well, for now."

Standing up, Carlos gathered his things and shrugged. "Let's go. This better be 'something awesome'." He mocked while doing air quotes.

Jill smirked. "Oh, trust me. It'll be."

"Why do I have this gut feeling that it won't be?" He groaned more to himself as he followed Jill to the car park.

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"WOW, THIS is awesome." He managed to say in between labored breathing. Sweat started to form all over his body even with the cold air inside the area. His eyes watched Jill and tried to quicken his pace but the exhaustion was starting to make itself known. He groaned and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate.

A blissful sigh escaped Jill's parted lips. "Shut up and move faster, Carlos. We don't have all the time in the world." She gave a small chuckle when his obedience seemed to contradict his annoyed scoff. "Think of this as an exercise. You are losing all those muscles." She joked.

Carlos wanted to pull his hair out but his hands are busy being full at the moment so he just settled with stomping his feet before he fully stopped. When Jill told him that she'll show him 'something awesome', this was not the awesome he had in mind. Carrying a lady's shopping bags as she dragged him from one store to another was, by far, not the most awesome thing in the world. He wanted to remember what he smoked to agree to this very devious plan. So far, he couldn't remember. He had not pegged Jill to be such a wardrobe enthusiast—to put it mildly. Or maybe this was some kind of way to torture him for the dumb shit he put her through when he was still so infatuated with her.

"That's so easy for you to say. You're not the one holding all your girly bags here."

Jill rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Those are just clothes."

"Yeah, more like a gazillion of them." It was his turn to roll his eyes as he struggled to arrange the multiple shopping bags hanging on his forearms.

Jill could only laugh at his comical display and finally decided to give the poor guy a break. It was not really her intention to torture Carlos like this but she couldn't help herself. It always amused her how men hated shopping for clothes. Walking towards the very exhausted Carlos Oliveira, Jill reached out to get a few bags but arms around her waist stopped her from her tracks. Startled, she peered over her shoulder and her eyes met a very familiar shade of red hair. Her whole body stiffened as her heart stopped.

Oh, god.

For all the worst things that could've possibly happened, this was what she had not perceived to come. With her breath caught in her throat, she turned around to face the newcomer and the sight of their beautiful baby blue eyes made her heart drop to her gut. Intense guilt strangled her as she momentarily debated which reaction would be best in this kind of situation. However, the prospect of lying to this person is close to impossible.

"God, I missed you so much, Jill!" The enthusiasm in that high-pitched voice was like needles pricking every pore of her skin. As Jill cautiously turned to face the person she had not seen for a while, she was stunned by the catastrophic dread grating on her nerves. The genuine smile and happy glint in those azure eyes was what Jill instinctively tried to mirror. But, god help her, she can't.

She then realized that she was still not ready for this meeting.

Jill swallowed an uncomfortable lump forming in her throat and settled for a shaky laugh. "Hey, Claire," She greeted, her tone failing in every aspect to cover her anxiety as she mentally cursed herself. She wanted nothing more than to grab a rock a pound her head with it.

Claire Redfield, her best friend's younger sister who she practically treats like the little sibling she never had. Lying to herself was something Jill came close to enduring, but lying to this gorgeous, young woman is something close to impossible. The majority of her childhood was spent helping Claire prolong her patience with her older brother, and for Chris to treat his younger sister properly. Chris was quite the average rascal and would often exercise his devious plans on his little sister. It's not that he didn't care about Claire, he just had a twisted way of showing it and Jill fully knows that.

For years they've been with each other, it was already in Jill's nature not to do anything to hurt Claire, whether aware or not. And this is the first time she hated herself for caring too much about what the younger Redfield would feel.

Gathering all her willpower, Jill shoved all the guilt aside and wore a mask that she would never show in this kind of circumstance, especially not to her.

Pretense.

Claire pulled away, a confused look on her face. Whether she noticed her odd behavior or not, Jill figured that Claire just chose to shrug it off with a smile. "It's been a while, Jill. You look more beautiful than before."

This made Jill snort and she immediately caught her mistake when Claire frowned. "I wouldn't say that, Claire. With all these eye bags? Nah," She dismissively waved her hand, trying to clear the tense atmosphere she created for the both of them. Flashing a smile, she took in Claire's appearance and she was greatly satisfied with what she saw. Claire was slowly growing into an attractive young woman. "You on the other hand…"

Claire rolled her eyes and giggled. "Oh, Jill. It's so good to see you again. I know it's only been a few weeks but it's getting kind of unbearable without you and Chris. And, god, it's so annoying when he's around, especially if he's with Jessica. That woman can whine about the stupidest things."

Jill fully understands what she's talking about and just prompted for an apologetic smile. Truth be told, she's still trying to process what emotion she would feel whenever she thinks about Jessica. Of course shame would be a given but, heck, she couldn't find it in her to feel that way. Somehow, it felt like Jessica deserved it for all the shits she had been throwing at her behind her back but at the same time, Jill knew she didn't.

This confused Jill. What the hell is she supposed to feel?

She snapped out of her daze when her name was called in a very concerned tone. She completely forgot that she was in a conversation. She looked at Claire and sighed. "I'm sorry, Claire. I'm just tired with the exams. Wanna go somewhere where we could relax?"

"I'd like that."

Jill turned around only to see an exhausted looking man holding all her shopping back. She completely forgot about her other companion! She smacked her forehead and groaned. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Carlos." She whispered when said man was close enough for her to take the other bags. She then turned to a confused Claire with another apologetic smile. "Claire, this is Carlos." She started.

Claire looked intently at the man before reaching out a hand for a shake. "Claire Redfield." She curtly introduced as the man took her hand for a firm shake.

"Carlos Oliveira." He replied with a small smile.

Claire nodded and looked at Jill with narrowed eyes. "You never told me you were dating."

Claire's implication took a few heartbeats before her mind digested it and she was gravely taken aback. "Wha—no! No, you got it all wrong, Claire. We're not like that." Jill shot the man a withering glare when he remained silent. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose upon receiving his indifferent shrug.

"Beautiful ladies, I'm famished. Can we talk about this later?"

Claire raised an eyebrow at him before looking at Jill. "Where to?"

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Did it have to be me?

Why did you have to do that?

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Jill carelessly threw her sling bag, along with the rest of her shopping bags, to the couch before her exhausted body followed, sinking in that soft cushion. Carlos dropped her off after the unexpected meeting and lunch with Claire. Truth be told, it took a whole lot of energy from her and she wanted nothing more than to doze off and forget the meeting ever happened. She sighed in frustration, noting the fact that she was doing that too often than she dared to like. She thought that by hanging out with Carlos, her blazing nerves will somehow be put to ease but it did the exact opposite. Instead, she was forced to do something she's not too prepared for.

When will I catch a break?

Fate answered her question with a loud blare from her mobile phone. Jill groaned, slowly losing her patience. Obviously, the break that she had been yearning for will have to wait. She debated whether she'd answer or not. She just wanted to be alone for a while, can't they see that?

When the person continued to pester her even after the third unanswered call, she finally gave up; thinking that it's no use dodging the inevitable. She begrudgingly reached for the phone and answered with an annoyed grunt.

"Hello to you, too."

Her blood ran cold as she instantly pried the device away from her ear, as if burned. Wide-eyed, she looked at her phone and all she wanted at that moment was to die.

He called. Chris Redfield is on the fucking line!

Jill caught herself before her finger could even tap the 'end call' button. If anything, it should surprise her that he only called her now. She was greatly expecting him to call sooner but hand it to Chris for being unpredictable sometimes. Nervously, she pushed the phone back to her ear and listened. She could barely make any sense of what he was talking to her about because she was feeling light-headed, her mind floating somewhere else. How many more surprises will she face this day?

"I miss you," His serious tone made its way to her ears and rendered her incapable of forming words. Now that's what we call a fucking shocker. Amidst all his muffled babbles, this was the only sentence that came clear to her and it made her all fuzzy inside. Chris? Missing her? What happened to the world?

The question slapped her back to reality and before she knew it, she was already laughing out of her mind. It was not the concept she found hilarious—because she knew Chris was capable of missing someone he cares—but the fact that he admitted it to her out loud. His gigantic ego will never let him say soppy things unless the situation forces him to. Knowing this, Jill's heart fluttered and butterflies started flying around the pit of her stomach. Tears of happiness were starting to form and it reflected the emotion she feels inside.

His displeased groan brought her back as her mirth slowly came into a halt. For the first time after that fateful night, Jill smiled a genuine smile.

"Wow, Chris. I don't have money to lend, if that's what you're asking."

"That's not what I'm asking! Jeez, is this what I get by being sweet for once?"

Jill could only roll her eyes. "Well, for one, you don't have a reason to be sweet and I don't have time for this right now, Chris. Call some other time?" She needed all the excuse she would need just to get her off her back for now. Seeing Claire was enough for one day and talking to Chris isn't helping her conflicting emotions. She felt like crying and things would get nasty the second she cries when Chris is still there to listen.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He practically yelled from the other line, disappointment would be an understatement. "I want to see you and you can't do anything to change my mind."

Jill bit her lower lip. She's so screwed! She can hear, smell, and taste that aura anywhere. When Chris starts to get stubborn, he'll do everything in his power to have his way. She needs to do something, and fast! She doubts her heart would take the pain of seeing him this soon.

"Wait! Can you postpone? I'm in no shape for a guest right now. I just came home from a very exhausting day." She sighed and hoped that she was able to project her weariness to her voice. "Look, I missed you too, Christy, but now's really not the right time." She whispered after a brief pause to gather her wits.

There was a pause and Jill thought that she was slowly winning the battle; that is until he clicked his tongue. "I was never a guest."

"God, Chris. Stop being so stubborn and give me a break." Jill snapped, making her tone harsher than what she intended it to be. She just hoped Chris wouldn't take it to heart.

When silence met her ears, she started to panic; her sudden outburst sounding suspicious even to her own ears. Chris may be dense sometimes but she'd never think of him as dumb. He'll know when something's up and he'll strike it with stunning accuracy. She bet he's already making assumptions inside his head.

"Why do I have a feeling you're avoiding me?"

Why does she always have to be right? She vehemently searched her mind for a cover up explanation but saw nothing but blank. It was never in her nature to lie, and whenever she has to it always ends up a disaster; giving away the truth all the more. Lying right now would be futile because she had dished out everything she could come up with when she was facing Claire. However, she could never tell the truth to him either.

Like every day since that night, she's torn.

She opened her mouth to say something but she was interrupted by the loud buzzing of her doorbell. Jill had never been so thankful for being interrupted in all her life. Whoever it was behind her door, she'd be eternally thankful. She'd even kiss their feet if she had to, just to show her gratitude. No, that's exaggerating.

Finally finding a good excuse, Jill did not think twice in using it to her advantage. "Hey, Chris, someone's at the door. Give me a second." She said and put the call on hold before Chris could protest.

Jill took her time even with the urgency of the ringing. It might be important but right now, she couldn't give a damn. She'd do everything just to have a few precious seconds away from Chris's scrutinizing accusation. It was suffocating.

When she finally reached the door, what she saw through the peephole was petrifying enough for her to drop her phone to the floor; the small thud was drowned out, together with the annoying ring of her doorbell. Jill was consumed by a nerve-wracking terror she was so helpless to avoid. Again, this scene honestly caught her off guard, more so than her encounter with Claire. Jill snapped out of her trance, shock transforming into agitation then into annoyance, as she yanked the door open, starling the man standing on her porch.

She wanted nothing more but to wipe that smug amusement on his face and replace it with something more twisted. "What the hell, Chris?" Jill exclaimed as she glared at said man, all the while clenching the knob with a force she didn't know she was capable. Once again, Chris always finds a way to demolish her well-built walls, to brew a tumultuous storm in her calm demeanor, and to wring all coherence her mind possessed.

She thought that seeing him again, hearing him breathe, smelling his masculine scent, and feeling his dominating presence surrounding her would make her falter—make her heart give in to temptation. But, instead, it made her angry—angry about the fact that he's still the same, angry that he'll never know what they had, angry about the reality that she'll never have the guts to hate him.

She was angry at herself for what she had but could never have.

Chris raised an amused eyebrow, his cocky smirk growing even wider at the sight before him. "Bet you couldn't avoid me now."

"I'm not avoiding you." She hissed through gritted teeth. The sound of his laughter caused warmth to spread through her chest, content of how carefree he was at the moment. But, at the same time, it fueled her irritation further. Why that is, she doesn't know. Her emotions are all over the place and she hates it when they contradict each other.

"Shut up, Chris. You're giving me a headache." She barked, not appreciating the fact that she couldn't join in his glee. She needs to sort out her feelings and make sense of her unpredictable mood.

"Ow, Jill, you wound me." Chris teased, feigning hurt while clutching his chest, before bursting to another round of chuckles.

Jill scowled and punched his arm, putting a halt to his merriment, as he scowled, himself. "I'm serious, Chris. I'm not in the mood so shut up before I slam this door to your face."

Chris rubbed his abused arm, a pained expression projecting on his face; his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't you think it's too early for you to act hormonal? It's not your period yet." He half-heartedly joked; the other half sulking about the fact that his best friend was hell-bent into getting rid of him.

Jill felt her cheek heating up as an incredulous gasp escaped her lips. Yes, he knows even her menstrual cycle. She opened her mouth for a snide comeback but fell short. So, instead of doing anything at that point, Jill just opted to walk away and let him have his way. She felt that it'll be a futile battle, that Chris will just continue harassing her until she yields.

Just like that time when…

Jill shook her head, pushing the thoughts back to the dark recesses of her mind. She couldn't afford to think about those things now that Chris's inside the vicinity with her. She started towards the kitchen to make him something to eat but she was rudely pulled back, a startled gasp escaping her lips as strong arms wound around her midriff, chiseled chest pressing firmly against her back.

Time froze and her mind stood still with it. Her heart, however, thundered frantically inside her ribcage, his warm breath fanning her left cheek causing a meltdown inside her gut.

"I meant what I said, Jill. I missed you." He whispered, soothing her heart with melodies so heavenly, it couldn't help but flutter. "Lately, you've been very distant and I understand." He continued, his voice coaxing her tired eyes to drop and her tense muscles to relax under his protective hold. "I understand that you're busy but I just need you back for a day. I need my best friend back."

The tranquil cocoon that enveloped her the moment his comfortable warmth seeped through her skin instantly shattered; transporting her back to reality. She was reminded that her role is just a 'best friend'. His gestures were not romantic feelings she silently prayed he'd return since she realized her feelings for him, but as something a yearning friend would do; something an affectionate friend like Chris would do.

With her mood rapidly turning sour, she instinctively shoved him off her, confusing Chris in the process. She continued her way to the kitchen without sparing him a look. She can't understand why she acted the way she did but her moods are really beyond her now. Gone was her calm demeanor which rarely happens to her. She blamed Chris. It's always Chris.

Chris trailed behind her with a perplexed look on his face. He's on the verge of asking what the hell her problem was but bit his tongue. Something is clearly making her upset to be this out of character but he wasn't about to force it out of her. The main reason he wanted to see her so much is to make her feel a little better. Claire called him, informing him about her little reunion with Jill. His little sister sounded so bothered because based on their meeting, Jill was so out of it. It's a good thing he had his schedule cleared out for the day since it was really a part of his plan to pay his best friend a visit. Now he had a good reason to.

The moment he stepped inside the kitchen, Jill was already busying herself in making what he thought was his afternoon sandwich. Thinking that she's not about to open her mouth, Chris made himself comfortable in an empty chair across from her and opted to just observe her.

"Stop staring, you idiot." Jill flatly stated, finishing her work and placing the treat in front of him, before going to grab him coffee. Since it was Chris, he'll never care when he'll take his coffee as long as he had it.

The whole process, Jill was convincing herself to calm down, to bring rational thoughts back to her brain, that it wouldn't do her good if she kept on being so hostile towards the person she cared too damned much about. The smell of newly brewed coffee was enough to rejuvenate her senses and alleviate her spiking mood.

Grabbing the coffee for the both of them, Jill made her way towards the waiting Chris, pushed the steaming cup of coffee towards him before settling on a chair across from him. They just sat there in silence—with Chris slowly chewing the sandwich and Jill fiddling with the warm cup on her hands—not knowing what to say because their minds were lost in their own thoughts.

That was, until Chris couldn't take the silence anymore and cleared his throat, thankfully getting her attention. "How's college?"

Jill shrugged. "The norm; hectic, stressful, and unbearable," she answered, in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. And she continued when Chris gave not comment and just looked at her. "But I can manage. How about you? How's everything at the station?" She asked trying to divert the conversation from her.

Chris took the hint, swallowing his food before choosing his words. "It's still the same. Raccoon is too peaceful. It's boring." He groaned, his lazy remark eliciting a giggle from her. He was partly relieved to hear her laugh for the second time that day.

"Lazing off like that will surely get you killed, Redfield."

"On the contrary, I'm still alive,Valentine." He smirked when she raised an amused eyebrow.

Jill rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her cup and letting the hot liquid caress her throat. It's funny how laidback their conversation was. She thought tension would squeeze the air out of her lungs but the tranquil air surrounding them lets her know otherwise. She smiled, setting the cup back and looking straight at the man who captured her heart. "We'll never be sure, Chris."

"Don't say it like you want something bad to happen to this handsome face when you'll be the first to cry." He retorted, his smirk turning smug for her taste.

Poker-faced, Jill kicked his shin; reveling in the melodic tune of a pained hiss that fell from his lips. "Don't flatter yourself, Christy. I'll never cry for you." Her smile instantly fell when she realized her words. Looking away, Jill cleared her throat and jumped into changing the topic, again. "Anyway, how's Forest?" She nervously asked, hating the way Chris stared openly at her; like he was looking for reasons under her weird behavior.

Chris was silent for a while before slowly starting. "Still a dumbass,"

Jill shot him a disapproving glare, not liking his rude remark. Forest Speyer is Chris's co-worker, friend, and rival. Jill has heard many stories about the man and Chris's friendly competitions when it comes to marksmanship. She was also fortunate enough to watch them compete one time with Chris winning only by a thin thread. Forest had been a sport and accepted his defeat with pride. With their few interactions, Jill knows Forest is a good man and she will not tolerate Chris's rudeness towards someone who's especially not there.

"Chris—

"How about you?" Chris interjected, his gaze penetrating even the deepest corners of her mind with his tone grave; warning her not to lie. "What's up with you, Jill?" He pressed.

Jill swallowed her anxiety as surreptitious as she could and chose her words charily. "I'm good," was her cryptic reply but when Chris continued to stare her down, she thought that it'll be in her best interest to add a little detail in that brief reply. "I'm just a little on the edge because of stress. Nothing serious,"

Chris raised a questioning eyebrow, a clear indication that he was not buying her stupid excuse. She was relieved, however, when he just sighed in defeat and left her alone until he finished the remainder of his sandwich. She knows that her reprieve would be ephemeral and Chris will be on his toes once more in beating the truth out of her once his food is out of the way. And, honestly, Jill is scared she'll cave sooner than what she prepared for.

"Got any new movies?" Chris broke the ice having finished his meal, all the while looking at his watch. It was only thirty minutes passed three in the afternoon and they had all the time to catch up with each other while watching a movie.

"I don't know. I never really had the chance to watch anything new." Jill replied as she placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She looked at Chris as he stood and stretched, his muscles flexing under his thin T-shirt. Jill's eyes flew to anywhere but her companion. As dirty thoughts invaded her mind, biting her lower lip was all she could do to stop the blush creeping from her neck up to her cheeks and anchor herself back to reality. "Why don't you check what might interest you?"

Chris nodded and disappeared into her living room.

Jill drew a heavy sigh when his suffocating aura cleared the air inside the room. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying desperately to push away the upcoming headache. With the way things are, spending the rest of her afternoon with the person she ironically wanted to avoid and be with at the same time will be the test Jill doubts she'll pass. She just hopes and prays to anyone who'll listen to give her the strength to face this predicament.

To face the man she loved with all her heart and lie about it.

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I became used to your carelessness

And it's so wrong

It's been so long

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it, people! Please tell me what you think. I can't promise the next update would come soon since I'm so busy preparing for the costume I'll use in an event this coming December. For the first time, I'll go cosplaying! I'm so excited! So, yeah, please do leave me a review and I'd try and update as fast as I can. See you next chapter!

PS: JUICE COLORED! SnowBeybeh, what the hell are you doing reading my works? You shouldn't be here! *Dying in utter embarrassment*

PPS: Happy birthday to my mom! I'll never let her anywhere near this site, tho.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters because CAPCOM owns them! I also do not own the lyrics of the song Good to You, which was featured here. They are owned by YGENTERTAINMENT and 2NE1. [November 23, 2014 | 23:34]