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SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV
I stepped inside, almost apprehensive of Joey's reaction. He closed the door behind me, and I stood in the center of the living room, awaiting certain admonition.
I waited, but nothing ever happened. Finally I looked up. He was glaring. This was the most angry I had seen him in a long, long time. I didn't really know why. Sure, it was past the time I was supposed to be home, but that wasn't an excuse to be downright furious. I mean, I hadn't even had a chance to explain.
Slowly, a realization came to me. I looked down slowly, knowing what I was going to see yet trying to delay the inevitable. I was still wearing Seto's jacket. His monogrammed, blue-eyes jacket.
"I have an explanation," I said softly, awaiting what he would say next.
"That's good," he said curtly. "You're going to need it." I swallowed a lump in my throat and sat down. He continued to regard me with his infuriated stare. I averted my gaze.
"Serenity," he started. "Explain."
"Seto invited me to go to the movies with him tonight. We went to a café afterwards, and I ended up coming home a little late. I'm sorry."
"Seto Kaiba," Joey said venomously under his breath. I nodded, still pointedly failing to look him in the eye. I was afraid of the emotion I'd see.
"For what reason did you accept?" he asked, fighting for my direct gaze, which I failed to offer.
"I wanted to get to know him better." So it was the best I could come up with. I did. "Our lockers are together and one while we changed classes he asked me."
"Serenity, do you even remember a thing I told you about him?! Why don't you just listen? He's a loser, cheating freak! Besides all that," he spat, "he's cheap millionaire scum!"
"Maybe I wanted to get my own opinion about him," I said softly.
"Serenity, if you want to date someone, date Tristan! Yugi! For all I care, date Marik! Just don't come to me saying you've just been to the movies with Seto Kaiba!" he shouted, standing up. "And for gosh sakes, take that jacket off!"
I stood up slowly, shedding the jacket. It fell to the floor behind me in a black leather heap. It reminded me somehow of my emotions at the moment.
"Joey, don't say things like that." I replied icily, my anger steadily rising. I wasn't going to let him insult Seto like that without a fight.
In the heat of the moment, I took a second to realize how unlike me this really was. Oh well! I don't care. I'd only spent one night and one date with Seto, but Joey's blatant disrespect for my feelings, even in his intense anger, struck a nerve in my brain.
"Serenity, you don't understand. Seto's a jerk! He's probably just playing you anyway! Somehow I don't think he's capable of anything else!" he added.
"Take that back," I whispered, clenching a fist.
"You can't deny the truth!" he replied. "Just think about it! He's spent so much time being important, he's not even human anymore!"
"He is too! Tonight was one of the best in my life!" I replied indignantly. "You don't know the half of it."
"I know enough! He's dirty, rotten, underhanded, and he doesn't deserve you!"
"Doesn't deserve me?! I'll tell you who doesn't deserve me!" We both shouted on and on, until nothing anyone said made sense anymore. We were just yelling. Finally, out of breath, and from sheer exhaustion, I collapsed onto the couch. Tears started running down my cheeks.
Joey stopped, and walked over to me. I didn't look up, even when he sat down beside me. Sorrow was an overcoming emotion.
He put an arm around me. I leaned into him and rested my head on him shoulder. Tears still ran down my cheeks like nothing in the world was going to break the flow, but still I clung to him.
Whenever Joey got mad, it was always like this. A brief few minutes of frightening rage, but then the storm would blow over and he'd feel genuinely bad for how he'd acted. Poor guy. He never learned. Still, I loved him.
It was a different kind of love, though. He was my brother, and always would be. No matter how much I hated him at times, I'd still love him. I looked up to him more than anyone else.
We'd both had enough fighting and rage in our lives. We'd witnessed enough to split a marriage, and ruin four lives in one fell swoop. Enough to divide a family. Somehow, we'd gotten through that, and we'd get through this, too.
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I know it was short, but very fluffy! I had to take a chance and write this from someone else's POV. This was way too good of an opportunity to miss . . . Anyway, back to business. I may alternate between the two POVs at random intervals. I'll stick with the most interesting situation, make no doubt. Please R/R!
SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV // SERENITY'S POV
I stepped inside, almost apprehensive of Joey's reaction. He closed the door behind me, and I stood in the center of the living room, awaiting certain admonition.
I waited, but nothing ever happened. Finally I looked up. He was glaring. This was the most angry I had seen him in a long, long time. I didn't really know why. Sure, it was past the time I was supposed to be home, but that wasn't an excuse to be downright furious. I mean, I hadn't even had a chance to explain.
Slowly, a realization came to me. I looked down slowly, knowing what I was going to see yet trying to delay the inevitable. I was still wearing Seto's jacket. His monogrammed, blue-eyes jacket.
"I have an explanation," I said softly, awaiting what he would say next.
"That's good," he said curtly. "You're going to need it." I swallowed a lump in my throat and sat down. He continued to regard me with his infuriated stare. I averted my gaze.
"Serenity," he started. "Explain."
"Seto invited me to go to the movies with him tonight. We went to a café afterwards, and I ended up coming home a little late. I'm sorry."
"Seto Kaiba," Joey said venomously under his breath. I nodded, still pointedly failing to look him in the eye. I was afraid of the emotion I'd see.
"For what reason did you accept?" he asked, fighting for my direct gaze, which I failed to offer.
"I wanted to get to know him better." So it was the best I could come up with. I did. "Our lockers are together and one while we changed classes he asked me."
"Serenity, do you even remember a thing I told you about him?! Why don't you just listen? He's a loser, cheating freak! Besides all that," he spat, "he's cheap millionaire scum!"
"Maybe I wanted to get my own opinion about him," I said softly.
"Serenity, if you want to date someone, date Tristan! Yugi! For all I care, date Marik! Just don't come to me saying you've just been to the movies with Seto Kaiba!" he shouted, standing up. "And for gosh sakes, take that jacket off!"
I stood up slowly, shedding the jacket. It fell to the floor behind me in a black leather heap. It reminded me somehow of my emotions at the moment.
"Joey, don't say things like that." I replied icily, my anger steadily rising. I wasn't going to let him insult Seto like that without a fight.
In the heat of the moment, I took a second to realize how unlike me this really was. Oh well! I don't care. I'd only spent one night and one date with Seto, but Joey's blatant disrespect for my feelings, even in his intense anger, struck a nerve in my brain.
"Serenity, you don't understand. Seto's a jerk! He's probably just playing you anyway! Somehow I don't think he's capable of anything else!" he added.
"Take that back," I whispered, clenching a fist.
"You can't deny the truth!" he replied. "Just think about it! He's spent so much time being important, he's not even human anymore!"
"He is too! Tonight was one of the best in my life!" I replied indignantly. "You don't know the half of it."
"I know enough! He's dirty, rotten, underhanded, and he doesn't deserve you!"
"Doesn't deserve me?! I'll tell you who doesn't deserve me!" We both shouted on and on, until nothing anyone said made sense anymore. We were just yelling. Finally, out of breath, and from sheer exhaustion, I collapsed onto the couch. Tears started running down my cheeks.
Joey stopped, and walked over to me. I didn't look up, even when he sat down beside me. Sorrow was an overcoming emotion.
He put an arm around me. I leaned into him and rested my head on him shoulder. Tears still ran down my cheeks like nothing in the world was going to break the flow, but still I clung to him.
Whenever Joey got mad, it was always like this. A brief few minutes of frightening rage, but then the storm would blow over and he'd feel genuinely bad for how he'd acted. Poor guy. He never learned. Still, I loved him.
It was a different kind of love, though. He was my brother, and always would be. No matter how much I hated him at times, I'd still love him. I looked up to him more than anyone else.
We'd both had enough fighting and rage in our lives. We'd witnessed enough to split a marriage, and ruin four lives in one fell swoop. Enough to divide a family. Somehow, we'd gotten through that, and we'd get through this, too.
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I know it was short, but very fluffy! I had to take a chance and write this from someone else's POV. This was way too good of an opportunity to miss . . . Anyway, back to business. I may alternate between the two POVs at random intervals. I'll stick with the most interesting situation, make no doubt. Please R/R!