JADE'S POV - "Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity-Jig"
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Got evicted. Funds are running low. Officially homeless with not only me, but a smaller and more annoying mouth to feed.
And my only salvation is shacking up with my EX-girlfriend?
God must not hate the gays, but He must have fun sometimes with that cosmic chessboard of His.
I'm not a bloody idiot! I started to put the pieces together when we approached my old building. You know me...one foot in the worst possible scenario and the other in complete denial. This way, you can never be disappointed. And in times like this, when face to face with the girl who I said I could live without out, this cool exterior allowed me to keep the upper hand.
I played it with a straight face and barely acted annoyed, giving the air that I found this whole thing amusing. Meanwhile, Tori was visibly shaken by this turn of events.
You're in check, bitch.
"You'd better not have sold my stuff after I left!" I said, giving Vega a little shoulder-check as I marched further into the apartment.
"HEY!" she protested, but I didn't acknowledge her.
The spot where my couch sat was now occupied with this...THE FUCK IS THIS THING?!
"Jesus, Vega!" I huffed. "What in the UNHOLY HELL is this monstrosity?"
"It's a loveseat!" Tori stomped.
I just made a dismissive face and turned away from the piece of furniture she no doubt found on the side of the road and spent all day washing out the stink. Tori grabbed a pillow from the "loveseat" and screamed into it.
I missed how I could get under that girl's skin.
I noticed then that Andre was gone, no doubt assisting Beck outside. The Mover from Vancouver wisely staying far away from this. Hope for him yet.
Andre emerged with Sinister in her little carrier and gently placed her on the hardwood floor.
"AWWWW!"
Tori dropped her beef and sauntered over to meet our third, freeloading roommate.
"Who is this?" the tan girl beamed.
I bit the inside of my lower lip. While I was nostalgic for despondent Tori Vega, I was also still affected by smiling Tori Vega. But I couldn't let her see that, so no smiles when she's smiling.
"Does this building allow pets?"
Tori nodded.
"Good, then her name's Sinister."
She smirked, sticking her finger through the metal door to stroke the kitty.
"What would you have named her if I said they didn't allow pets?"
"I dunno," I shrugged.
The old me would not have hesitated to make an Anne Frank joke, but that didn't sit right with me nowadays. As much as I didn't care what others thought...I don't know...why DID I care?
"Anyway...don't get too excited, Vega. She hates me and just about every-"
Tori opened the carrier, and she pulled out Sinister with zero hesitation. And that fucking feline snuggled up against her, purring up a storm. I swear, that cat's green eyes rolled back as Vega gave her pats.
WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT?!