#aim convo

  Jack::  Jesus fucking Christ. -closes the book and shoves it off the bed like it's nothing, quickly wiping away the tears on his cheeks- What the fuck are you doing?

  Kyle: Coming to visit my main man -sits in bed- Who is that?

  Jack::  My mom. What do you want, Kyle?  You don't care. Just leave it. What do you want?

  Kyle:  I do care. That is why I asked. -pulls the album from the floor-  She is very pretty. -looks up at Jack:- You have her eyes

  Jack:: I'm adopted. I don't have her anything, but thanks for trying.

  Kyle: Then it is a happy coincidence. Maybe it is just because they are so beautiful and blue.

  Jack:: -sighs, lying back- You're all excited about Disney. Don't let my shit get you down. You should go.

  Kyle: I am going and you are too. -lays next to him but like with space between them-  Would she want you to cry and be alone?

  Jack:: What the fuck is up with this whole asking people if dead people would want them to 'be sad' or 'move on'? I don't fucking know. No one knows.

  Kyle: I know. She loved you. She was your mommy. Mommys don't want sad baby boys. So take a deep breath and man up. She is gone and it sucks but you will always have to time you had with her and her love. You need to force yourself to move on or you will be like this forever

  Jack::Just fuck off, Kyle. -turns to face away from him.- If I can't grieve on the anniversary of her death let me just do it now.

  Kyle: Come here Jacky

  Jack::; No, Kyle.

  Kyle: Just come her here -opens his arms-

  Jack:: No!

  Kyle: Tell me about her

  Jack:: Why the fuck do you even care?

  Kyle: Why does it matter why? Do you not have any good things to say about her?

  Jack:: Because I barely know you and you want to know everything.

  Kyle: How are we supposed to get to know eachother if you dont tell me anything?

  Jack:You don't tell me anything either!

  Kyle:My mom is a single mom, I am an addict, my mom sent me here to get sober

  Kyle: Anything else?

  Jack:Any pets?

  Kyle:

-rolls his eyes- No, I am usually the pet

  Jack:Favourite color?

  Kyle:Pink, duh

  Jack:Favourite season?

  Kyle:Winter, best for finding hookups

  Kyle:It's your turn now

  Kyle:Winter, best for finding hookups. -looks over at him-  Your turn now

  Jack:Fall. The trees look the nicest.

  Kyle: No, I mean, tell me about your mom.

  Jack:  -shakes his head- not today. Maybe some time in July.

  Kyle: -rolls his eyes- Stubborn boy

  Jack: I don't want to cry again. My eyes already hurt.

  Kyle:-kisses his forehead-  I will let it go

  Jack:Thank you. -shifts around to face him, his eyes are all red-

  Kyle:-brushes his fingers through Jack:s hair-  I love those eyes

  Jack:-covers his face, muttering- I'm a fucking mess.

  Kyle:A beautiful mess -kisses his forehead-

  Jack:You're so damn cheesy.

  Kyle:You love it

  Jack: It's kind of annoying.

  Kyle: You are a loser

  Kyle: I like it though

  Jack: At least the trip is on an off friday.

  Kyle: Only one day left of school.

  Jack: And then I graduate.

  Kyle: Are you coming back?

  Jack:

Probably. And I'll stay all summer

  Kyle: Good -smiles-  I want to continue to get to know you -pulls him closer, his hands wrapped around Jack: and laying on his low low back-

  Jack: You're weird.

  Kyle: Do you want me to go?

  Jack: No. Stay.

  Kyle: Why?

  Jack: It's motivation to not cry.

  Kyle: -kisses his forehead- You are cute

  Jack: You keep telling me that

  Kyle: You should sleep

Stevie lifted her head up from Leo's shoulder and squeezed his hand when she heard someone coming down the stairs. Noticing it was Cherry, she sat up quickly, shaking her friend awake, so much so that it startled Perry, causing her to jump off the couch, and gave her friend a small smile. "Hey Cher.." She trailed off, lifting her hand to wave at her. She sighed when Cherry walked past them and let her hand drop to her lap, turning to Leo for help.

Leo had one elbow propped up on the armrest with his head leaning lazily into the palm of his hand, eyes closed and practically half asleep. The sound of someone coming down the stairs combined with the feeling of Stevie lifting from his shoulder began to jostle him, a low groan being made in his throat before his eyes lazily blinked open just in time to see Cherry walk towards the kitchen. He yawned, tilting his head to the side to crack it and staying silent even when Stevie said something. He looked at his blonde friend, seeing the look he was being given and shrugged, his hand rubbing over his face and then through his hair as he tried not to look back at Cherry and stare a hole into her.

Cherry didn't falter when her best friend called out for her, instead walking into the kitchen with angry determination and hating the fact that she could feel the girl's eyes glued to her. Getting a glass from the cupboard and shutting the door forcefully, she filled it with water before pulling out a pill bottle from her pocket. Since she only had one good hand, however, Cherry fiddled with it for some time before accidentally dropping it to the ground. Sighing and rubbing her forehead, she bent down to pick it up, finally managing to get a pill out and swallow it with some water. Stuffing the bottle back into her pocket, the girl finally looked back at her friends, a clearly displeased look on her face. "I don't remember asking for an impromptu slumber party."

Stevie sighed at Leo's lack of response to her plea for help and instead turned back to Cherry just in time to watch her take her pill. She was about to open her mouth to say something but then realized she didn't know what to say and instead sighed, lacing her fingers on her lap and waited for either Cherry or Leo to say something first. Glancing back up at Cherry when she turned towards them, she nodded weakly at her statement. "I know. I just-- We just wanted to make sure everything was okay." She explained, motioning at herself and Leo with her hands.. "How did you sleep?" She added after a few seconds.

Leo pressed his lips together when Stevie seemed to catch onto the fact that he didn't find a reason to say anything at the moment, his head turning down to look in his lap in an attempt to still not look at Cherry. His arm that was wrapped around Stevie moved to allow his hand to grip on her shoulder and give her a small squeeze, knowing this was probably hard on the girl to see. "Think of it as a surprise slumber party," he still didn't look up, but forced a smile on his face either way. He supposed he was trying to lighten the situation but basically went right back to staying quiet afterward, listening to Stevie and letting a sigh out through his nose quietly.

Cherry huffed at Stevie's response, shaking her head and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Stop asking me if I'm okay. I'm fine. And it's exhausting to keep reassuring you of that when you clearly convinced yourself otherwise." Bringing her left hand to the bridge of her nose and rubbing it for a second, the girl walked into the living room and past the couch, pacing around for a bit and letting out a somewhat bitter laugh at Leo's response. "I don't want a slumber party. What I want is room to breathe, and both of you are giving me none right now."

Stevie was thankful for Leo's grip on her shoulder and nodded slowly at his words. She was a bit taken aback, however, at Cherry's words and chewed on her lip, afraid to say anything else. "I'm sorry," She mumbled to herself. "It was my idea." She quickly added before Leo could say anything else. "Don't blame him. I thought this would help." She trailed off with a sigh. "I didn't want you to be alone after what happened. I was wrong. Clearly." She added quietly, annoyed with herself for not listening to Leo the night before.

Leo doesn't find himself surprised when Cherry starts talking again, finally lifting his head up to look in her direction with a look he hoped to be stoic rather than anything else. "We're just sitting on your couch, Cher..." he said with a soft voice. His hand gripped Stevie again, looking over at her and then down as she spoke. His eyebrows furrowed when she said she was wrong, shaking his head to show his disagreement with it, but not actually voicing it.

Cherry brings a hand to run through her hair, clearly growing frustrated with the situation. "After what happened? What happened, Stevie?" Then, turning her head to her other friend, she shook her head vehemently, raising a hand to him as if to make him stop talking. "No, you're not. Don' try to pretend like you are."

Stevie could see the frustration clear on Cherry's face and she took a deep breath before she spoke. "After you fainted, Cher. I don't believe that you're okay after that and I don't believe that you broke your wrist by falling on the ice. I know you better than that." She explained as she played with her hands on her lap, afraid of Cherry's reaction.

Leo looked back and forth between the two girls before sighing out at Cherry's response to him. Instead of trying to reason with her, he understood that it was a lost cause as he let his head fall back. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes went back down to land on Cherry.

Cherry "After I-- that's really fucking rich," she said, throwing her hands up and turning at Stevie with her expression full of rage now. "It's hilarious, really, that you're trying to keep track of every single move I make when you've been taking such excellent care of yourself, right?" Grinding her teeth together as she mentions her hand, she shakes her head a bit. "Do you think I passed out because I wanted to? It was an accident. But I can fucking take care of myself."

Stevie narrowed her eyes at her friend, swallowing at her comparison of the two of them as she gave it a few moments to sink in. "At least I was able to ask for help when I needed it." She snapped defensively, turning the topic right back to Cherry. "Why are you so against us helping you?" She asked, her voice slightly softer now as she searched Cherry's face.

Leo tensed as he watched Cherry, seeing her facial expression and knowing nothing good was going to come of it. He cringed at her words, his eyes flickering over to Stevie for a moment before his arm slipped from her and Leo sat forward now. "How'd you break your wrist, Cherry?" he asked, he looked over at Stevie when she spoke again and swallowed before actually standing up to approach their friend now. "What's wrong? Talk to me," he reached his hand out to put it on her arm, watching her carefully as he did.

Cherry looked like she was about to either tear her own hair out or Stevie's. "I DON'T NEED HELP! YOU'RE LITERALLY DENYING ME THE ONLY THING I'VE ASKED FOR SO FAR." She would continue, but Leo getting up and approaching her caused the girl to jerk her arm violently from his grasp before glaring at him and driving her elbow towards his ribs. "Don't fucking touch me," the girl hissed out before reaching into her pocket with her good hand. Once more struggling with the cap, Cherry focused on it for almost a full minute before getting it open. "If you're so worried, if you're so damn concerned, here, have them. Have them all and leave me alone," she said, forcefully flinging the open bottle towards the couch and effectively sending pills everywhere before turning towards the stairs, wanting to get away from them as soon as possible.

Stevie 's eyes widen at Cherry's outburst and she looks down immediately, wincing at the sound of her best friend yelling. She wondered for a second if her desire to help Cherry despite her pleas to be left alone made her a bad friend. She didn't have much time to think about this before Leo was approaching Cherry and she looked back up to watch their interaction. Startled by the open bottle being thrown towards her on the couch, she reached forward to pick it up, reading the label in the process. Stevie glanced between the Leo, Cherry, and the stairs, wanting to say something but unsure of what to say.

 Kt Mats 9:45 pm     It probably smells like you which is even grosser.

 Jake Martin 9:47 pm     No it smells like your shampoo and your shampoo smells like the fragrance counter at The Bay.

 Kt Mats 9:49 pm     You love the smell of my shampoo, shut up.

 Jake Martin 9:51 pm     My nostrils beg to differ.

 Kt Mats 9:51 pm     Fine, I'll stop showering then and be just as stinky as you are.

 Jake Martin 9:54 pm     I shower every week or so~ Besides, you love my man stink.

 Kt Mats 9:55 pm     You can't hear me, but I just said "My nostrils beg to differ" in a very mocking voice.

 Jake Martin 9:56 pm     Says you. I bet what you actually said was 'Damn, he's onto me.'

 Kt Mats 9:57 pm     Nope. You smell almost as bad as you look.

 Jake Martin 9:58 pm     That was a double jab, well done.

 Kt Mats 9:59 pm     Don't sound so surprised.

 Jake Martin 10:02 pm     No more kisses for you.

 Kt Mats 10:03 pm     That's more so punishing yourself than me.

 Jake Martin 10:03 pm     You love my kisses just as much as I love yours.

 Kt Mats 10:04 pm     Only as long as you brush your teeth first. :-)

 Jake Martin 10:05 pm     Are you saying you don't love my morning breath? I'm almost offended.

 Kt Mats 10:06 pm     Cry me a river. By the way, Maya did the laundry and shrunk a bunch of your shirts. So they're mine now. Sorry, not sorry.

 Jake Martin 10:07 pm     You wouldn't of given them back regardless, let's be real here.

 Kt Mats 10:08 pm     Eh.

 Jake Martin 10:09 pm     You know I don't mind, though.

 Kt Mats 10:10 pm     Aren't you getting sick of buying new clothes?

 Jake Martin 10:11 pm     I have lots of clothes; and lots of plaid to be more specific. I don't have to buy a whole lot of new clothes.

 Kt Mats 10:12 pm     And yet you call me the hoarder.

 Jake Martin 10:17 pm     You are the hoarder!     But you only hoard one type of thing, my shirts.

 Kt Mats 10:18 pm     You leave them here. You shouldn't be so careless with them.

 Jake Martin 10:19 pm     More like you steal them, hide them under the floor boards and pull them out when I'm gone and smell them.

 Kt Mats 10:21 pm     You make me sound so creepy. It's really more like you leave them here and I keep them to teach you a lesson. Finders keepers.

 Jake Martin 10:28 pm     Well you're obviously not a very good teacher, because I haven't been weeping over the loss.

 Kt Mats 10:29 pm     Because you're as dumb as a box of rocks.

 Jake Martin 10:30 pm     Can I at least be a box of chocolate rocks. Those taste better.

 Kt Mats 10:31 pm     Nope.

 Jake Martin 10:34 pm     You really are cruel.

 Kt Mats 10:35 pm     It's because I like chocolate more than I like you. ;-)

 Jake Martin 10:37 pm     Well then why can't I be chocolate rocks? That way, when you eat me, you'll be getting the best of both worlds. ;)

 Kt Mats 10:37 pm     You aren't deserving of being made of chocolate.

 Jake Martin 10:39 pm     What if you had the chocolate touch and anything you touched turned into chocolate like that book, then what would you do?

 Kt Mats 10:39 pm     Stop touching you.

 Jake Martin 10:42 pm     You couldn't touch anything!

 Kt Mats 10:43 pm     What was even the point of that question?

 Jake Martin 10:44 pm     Honestly? I have no idea.

 Kt Mats 10:44 pm     Like I said—a box of rocks.

 Jake Martin 10:45 pm     Well, I don't know if it's igneous or metamorphic, but baby, you rock.

 Kt Mats 10:46 pm     Oh my god please don't tell me you just looked that up on a pick up line website.     You're ridiculous.

 Jake Martin 10:47 pm     Coming from the girl who just called me a 'box of rocks'. I'm not ridiculous, I was just being resourceful and using the internet.     Check mate.

 Kt Mats 10:48 pm     In case you haven't noticed, I hold all the power in this relationship. I can end it, you know.     I win.

 Jake Martin 10:49 pm     LIKE YOU'D DO THAT.

 Kt Mats 10:51 pm     :-)

 Jake Martin 10:58 pm     I miss you.

 Kt Mats 10:59 pm     I just left a little while ago.

 Jake Martin 11:07 pm     I know but it's been almost an hour.

 Kt Mats 11:08 pm     You'll see me tomorrow, you know. I understand, though. I miss you too.

 Jake Martin 11:08 pm     I know.     I just.. I miss your body being next to mine.     I miss holding your hand.

 Kt Mats 11:11 pm     Aw, look at you being sweet for once. Kidding. Being away from you sucks. I want a hug. :-(

 Jake Martin 11:13 pm     I'll be there in ten.

 Kt Mats 11:15 pm     Are you sure?

 Jake Martin 11:16 pm     Positive.

 Kt Mats 11:17 pm     Okay, good. (:

Because boobcracker. o.o

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