You wake up before Joe does. You look down at him, running your fingers lightly down his jaw bone. He looks peaceful sleeping next to you, so much different from when he's awake. He stirs slightly and you pull your hand quickly, once he settles down, you start running your fingers back over his face.
"Who are you?" You whisper, he's a complete mystery to you and it scares you, not knowing the person who he is. People see him in magazines and at premieres, but never like this, never when he looks calm and peaceful, he looks almost angelic. Has he, himself, figured out who he is?
"Joe, that's who I am," You jump back in surprise as he opens his eyes. You place your hand on your chest, breathing heavily.
"Do not fucking scare me like that," you hiss at him, when in return, he throws you a smirk.
"Sorry," he replies, sarcastically.
"Bastard," you reply to him, while getting out of bed. You walk over to the window and rip open the curtains.
"Fucking hell, Mace." He hisses at you, just like you did a few moments previously. You ignore him and walk out to the bathroom and brush your teeth, you walk back out and get changed into a plain white-T and faded jeans. You walk downstairs and into the kitchen to start when breakfast when you notice a magazine on the table, you walk up to curious as to how it got there. You pick up the object and gasp. You and Joe are the front page, and you know who did this. He's the only one who could have, Nick. He doesn't want you two together and you're not sure why.
You run back up the stairs and throw the object to Joe, harshly.
"Is this idea of some fucking practical joke?" You scream at him. He looks at you confused for a moment, before looking at the magazine; he eyes automatically glaze over with an emotion you cannot read. He opens it booklet of gossip to the page number that is written on the front of the magazine. You go and stand behind him to read the article;
Are Macy Misa and Joe of JONAS dating?
Source says that the couple have been close friends for about five months. Joe apparently has liked Macy since they became friends with her, source reports. "They've been really close and she has been around his place quite a lot lately." A close friend of the couple reveals. The duo reportedly got together about a week ago; they have not yet been seen on a date, so maybe they're trying to keep it on the DL? So it looks as if two thirds of JONAS is un-available. – Remember to check back next week to see what we have on the couple.
Joe closes the magazine and throws it on the floor angrily, scaring you.
"Joe," you whisper. Reaching out to him, he pulls away from you, and gets out of the bed.
"It was Nick." Joe says, venom dripping off each word, "I know it was Mace, he doesn't want us together." He grabs his clothes and throws them into a pile in the corner before going over to the closet and getting a vest out and some plain skinnies.
"I know Joe, and maybe... Maybe he's right Joe," You say, merely. Tears threaten to pour as you collect your clothes off of the floor.
"What? – No, Macy, don't do this, don't let him get to you." Joe says, coming over to you, he grabs your shoulders roughly and looks you in the eyes, "Please, just don't do this. You can't let him get to you Mace, it's what he wants."
"Joe, he's right. You have to let me do this," You reply.
"No, I don't and I won't, Macy!" He practically yells at you. You pull yourself away from him and put your clothes on. You grab your keys from your pocket.
"I'll see you around, Joe" You say, before walking out of the room and down to your car.
You're half way home by the time the tears start falling more openly, you pull over to the side of the road and just simply break down. You didn't know it was going to hurt this much. You bang the steering wheel, hoping to get some of your anger and frustration out, it works, but only a little bit. You still feel angry at yourself. You're the one who caused this pain. No Joe, not Nick, not anyone but you. Why does love have to fucking hurt, why can't it just end and you feel nothing at all? You ask yourself and honestly, you don't even know the answer. You wipe the remaining tears that are coming down your face away, and restart the car.
By the time you get home, it's dark and cold and worst thing of it all is that it doesn't even bother you, the only thing that is bothering you is the pain you are feeling and you don't know how to get that to go away. So you try something you'd never thought you'd do in your life.
You walk into the kitchen and pick up the long sharp object, the one that looks like it could do the most damage to you. You pull your sleeve up and slice upwards of your arms, watching as the blood silently rolls down your arms. It feels good, no actually it feels incredible to you. It's a release and you can feel all your hurt going into this pain instead of the pain you were experiencing earlier. The blood gushing down your arms and drops onto the floor, one speck at a time, you drop the blade as you feel your whole body become numb. Your head begins to feel funny and you look at the ground and everything seems out of focus, but you even release what you have done, you are on the floor, with blackness surrounding you.
I love this story and just can't seem to give it up, so yes, I am going to carry on writing this story, but don't expect me to update every few days, maybe once a week or something like that.
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