Hurricane

I like you || I love you || You’re one of my best friends || You’re like family || You are family || I dislike you || I hate you || I’d kill you if I got the chance || I want you to like me || I’m scared of you || I would adopt you || I’d date you || I’d sleep with you || I’d marry you || I’m worried about you || You confuse me || You’re annoying || I pity you || I respect you || I trust you || I feel protective of you || I’d invite you with me to parties || I’d lend you my money || I’d borrow your money || You’re good-looking || I’m suspicious of you || I’m hiding something from you || You’re fun || You’re boring || I’m upset with you || You’re nice || You’re mean || I’m envious of you || You’re smart || You’re stupid || I look up to you || I think you’re a better person than me || I think I’m a better person than you || I want to apologize to you || I wish I’d never met you || I never want to forget you || I want to get to know you better

There were times when the blonde regretted everything that came with them. Jasmin had never been the type to commit– it just wasn’t in her DNA. Then others, she loved everything about them. Now, she didn’t know how she felt– perhaps a mixture of the two. Her brow quirked slightly at the suggestion. The two of them– in bed, nothing could go wrong there. Shrugging, Jasmin knew that things were different now. “Yeah, I’d like that…” she rattled off, nipping at the inside of her cheek. It was something she did out of nervousness. Rarely did the brunette have that effect on her. Her head fell back as a stifled laugh surfaced. “Anything but Harry Potter,” she joked, moving towards the head of the bed– not letting go Blake’s hand in the process. “Or Blue Is The Warmest Color.” Her words were a nod to the one time, they’d been stuck in Blake’s apartment after the first time they’d seen one another since their inital break-up. 

She could tell that Jasmin was torn- she had always been when it came to Blake. The want to be with her mixed with the inability to be able to stay with one person for too long. The brunette was done being angry- done being upset with Jasmin for ruining them. They were bad for each other now. Jasmin still wasn’t ready to settle down, and Blake had to be okay with that, because it wasn’t something she could change. “Okay, sounds good.” She grabbed her TV remote, flicking over to Netflix. Her face turned a light shade of red- blue is the warmest color- definitely not the type of movie her and Jasmin should be watching together. “I’ve been wanting to watch a horror movie for ages though-” It wasn’t a lie, but it most definitely was a blatant way of dismissing the movie previously mentioned. Blake looked over, her eyes meeting Jasmin’s for a moment. it was nice to see the other girl happy for once. It seemed whatever happened with her in Italy was a good thing, and Blake didn’t want to ruin that.

“Alright- food first it is.” Blake agreed, nodding her head a bit. Truthfully she had been hoping that’s what Spencer would say, because she was starving. The brunette tugged on the basket, pulling it close enough to her that she could unload their food. Blake had been trying to eat healthier lately, in an attempt to turn her toned stomach into a four pack- which wasn’t going as well as she would have hoped. She was working out like crazy, and yet- nothing. Though she noticed small changes, she was completely impatient. She pulled out the fruit salad they had made together previously that day. As well as a peanut butter sandwich she had made for herself, and the sandwich Spencer had made for herself. She handed the food over to Spencer, the smile not leaving her face the entire time. Recently her happiness and being around Spencer had gone hand in hand. “You don’t have to thank me, I would follow you anywhere.” Blake admitted, shrugging a bit. She pulled out her favorite water infuser jug and two cups. “I miss the Australian sun.” She complained, gazing up at the California sky. There was something so different about being in Australia- all the fresh air and the clear blue sea. “I miss being alone with you.” Blake whined further, leaning over to place a few small kisses on Spencer’s lips. Being away from every one in town was refreshing to say the least. Just her and Spencer and all of her family. “We should move there one day.” Blake offered nonchalantly. Recently she had been trying to drop bait, seeing how Spencer felt about them- if she saw them becoming a couple again or not. Or whether this was some sort of fling or something. She knew that wasn't Spencer’s style, but Blake had hurt her previously and she wouldn’t blame the petite girl next to her if she didn’t want to get back together at all.

Jasmin took a deep breath. It didn’t feel right missing Blake. Not because of Lola or anyone else for that matter. They’d signed the divorce papers. Their saga was supposed to be over and done with– and the feelings, she wanted nothing more than for them to dissipate. Even with the tenderness of their adjoined hands, she knew that Blake was over her. “Yeah, but…” she began, nipping at her cheek. She didn’t know where she was going with that train of thought. She took a deep breath, catching herself by surprise as she placed a gentle kiss on the back of Blake’s hand. “I miss everything about you. About us.”

Blake knew the both of them were struggling with the divorce- which honestly was completely normal. Even though they were young, it didn’t make their marriage any less real and a divorce always fucking hurt. The brunette smiled weakly when she felt the kiss to the back of her hand. “I know, I do too.” She admitted. They were both weak, destined to repeat the same patterns over and over again. Except now things were different. Blake was pretty sure Jasmin was with Lola and Blake was soon to be with Spencer. “It’s okay.” She mumbled. “You wanna lay here for a while?” She offered, figuring that was easier than them talking too much and ultimately making a mistake that would hurt a lot of people. “We can watch a movie. Not Harry Potter- I promise.” She teased.

Jasmin had no idea why she’d text Blake. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d missed the girl despite her better judgment. It was impossible to not. Getting back together was the last thing on her mind. She knew that bridge was burned– and they weren’t going to rebuild it. “Fuck,” she muttered rather loudly than she intended. Jasmin made her way into the all too familiar room. Endless hours had been spent there when things were actually good. “I just wanted to see you,” she shrugged, as though that was the most obvious thing. Naturally, she sat at the foot of her bed. “I’m not supposed to, I know. But I do.”

Blake could hear Jasmin swearing and could tell she probably already regretted coming to see her. The blonde was prone to making rash decisions she almost always regretted- sometimes Blake wondered if she was one of them. “You don’t have to do that.” She commented, looking up to meet the girl’s gaze as she sat at the edge of her bed. “Apologize for wanting to see me, I mean.” She leaned over and took the girl’s hand, pulling her closer to her on the bed. “I missed you.” Unlike Jasmin, Blake was in tune with her feelings and she wasn’t going to apologize for missing someone who was once the biggest part of her life.

On a scale of one to ten– of bad ideas, this was most certainly a 20. Once Jasmin made one horrible decision, it was inevitable that another came along. The girl was impulsive and utterly reckless. Nevertheless, she stood outside of Blake’s apartment. Taking a deep breath, she let herself in as she’d done many times. The difference was that they weren’t just exes but now divorced. Shoving her hand through her hair, she cleared her throat. “Uh, Blake?”

Blake sat on her bed, staring at her phone and the text messages that stayed open on it. Why had Jasmin texted her? Was she here to yell at her? Tell her Lola and her had decided to run away and get married? Did she miss her? Did she want to get back together? Truthfully when it came to the other girl it could go either way; she never knew. Her head turned when she heard the familiar voice. “I’m in my room.” She called out, clicking her phone closed before she turned to the door expectantly. “What’s up?”