Alyssa
I traced over the contour of his tattoos, admiring them. I knew Justin was looking down at me. We've been in the same position like this for the last 20 or so minutes. We were just talking about random things, or we would just get quite and look at the lake in front of us.
"Do you like San Fran?" Justin asked.
I shrugged carelessly, "It's alright." I answered.
"You know Al, I went there to look for you." He admitted quietly.
"Yeah I know, Pattie told me." I smiled.
It got silent again, just the sound of our breathing, people talking or dogs barking in the background, and birds chirping was heard.
"I've wrote some songs when you were gone." He said. "A lot, actually." He chuckled.
"Well you'll have to show me them someday." I said.
"Yeah," He said, "someday."
"Is there some special girl - you know - with you?" I teased, laughing a bit.
"Yes, and I'm talking to her right now." He giggled.
"No, I mean a girlfriend." I playfully rolled my eyes.
"You are a girl, and you are my friend." Justin said.
"Stooop." I whined. "You know what I mean. So is there?" I asked.
He chuckled as I felt him shake his head, "Nah, no girl but you are special to me right now." He said making my cheeks turn light pink in shade. "Is there a guy you're with, you know right now?" He asked.
"I mean, there's this one guy that's Michaels neighbor." I said, as I felt Justins' body tense up, in a possible angry way?
Justin
"What's his name?" I asked through my gritted teeth, trying my best to calm down, when really, my body was flaming in fire right now.
"His name is Nick and well, he's pretty cute." She shrugged making me shut my eyes.
Why? I always knew Al would never like me in that way, but I had hope in me she did. But no, right now she's talking about some random dude who's Michaels neighbor. I bet she barely knows the guy. All I want to do is pound the guy with my fist - which I always wanted to do to Al's crushes - and make sure he doesn't come near her again.
But then again, this is reality. This is something Al will be disappointed in me about. I barely have her back, I can't just ruin this for us by beating out the guy she "likes".
"What's he like?" I rolled my eyes.
"Well, he has black hair, he's big like you, 24 years old, he's--"
"Wait wait wait, he's 24?" I asked raising an eyebrow looking down at the top of her head.
She looked up at me, "Yeah, what's so wrong about that?" She asked.
"He's older than you-- hell he's older than me Al!" I explained getting frustrated at this conversation I wish I never continued.
"Jay relax, he's just 2 years older than me." She said still looking up at me.
"So? He's too old for you-- ugh, let's just change the subject." I grumbled looking away from her and looked at the lake.
She sigh and laid her head on my chest. I loved this position, but that stupid conversation had to ruin everything. Nick, hmm I know a guy named Nick. Nick Rammons, was it? I killed his father for many reasons, now I wasn't going to tell Al that of course. She can't hear about violence nor watch violence in real life, not under my condition she isn't.
"Justin, why exactly did you hate it when I would talk about some boy?" She randomly asked.
"Because I'm protective over you." I answered.
No, it's because I'm in love with you. I've been since 7th grade Al, why can't you see that?! I don't like it when you talk about some other boy because jealousy takes over me.
"Yeah, but why? I can take care of myself." She said.
"No you can't all, I'm always the shoulder you cry on when some bastard makes you cry." I rolled my eyes, laying my head on top of hers.
"That's just acting." She lied shrugging her shoulders as if it were nothing.
"Yeah, whatever." I said.
I looked down, seeing her hand was on her lap. If I take a chance and touch her hand, will everything change? I kept on choosing weather I should hold her hand or not. Her nails were pretty long and were colored in with white nail polish.
I moved my hand closer to hers very very slowly so she wouldn't suspect a thing. I kept on glancing down at our hands that were inches away in the corner of my eye every now and then.
Take it Justin, what are you waiting for? She'll think of it as a friendly away anyways.
I quickly moved my hands to hers and interlocked them together. My heart skipped a beat and fireworks boomed filled in my insides. Best feeling in the world. She accepted it and interlocked it with mines as well. I looked down at our hands smiling to myself.
Don't get too excited Justin, you heard her talking about some other guy seconds ago, she's not interested in you!
Yeah, but at least I'm holding her hand for my sake. All that matters is that I'm holding her hand and she didn't reject me.
"How did you know it was me at the mall?" I bluntly asked without even thinking, but got quite curious when I asked.
She stayed silent before letting got of my hand and turning her body fully around so she can face me. My arm that was snaked around her waist fell on my lap. I furrowed my eyebrows.
Her hand came up in sight, reaching over somewhere near my neck. I thought she was about to place her hand around the back of my neck and kiss me, but surprisingly she took off my neckless. I panicked because I never took that neckless off ever since I put it on the same time as Al did, but I let it fly since she's the one who took it off. She opened my hand and placed my neckless in the palm of my hand.
She did the same with her neckless. We both attached the broken piece of heart, and just looked at it admiralty.
"My neckless, you saw--"
"Yes Jay, I saw your neckless." She cutt me off, lightly giggled.
"I've never token this off." I admitted.
"Me neither, it was like my, my--"
"Good luck charm," I finished for her, "yeah, me too." I ended.
"Yeah, like my good luck charm." She mumbled.
I remember this girl named Natalie, she would sometimes recognize this neckless I never took off and would always see on me. Of course she knew it was really special to me and a girl had the other piece because if a guy had the other heart missing piece, it would be sort of gay. Not that there's anything wrong with gay people, it's just-- yeah you get what I mean.
Well anyways, she almost took it off of me by distracting me by her kisses.
I panted heavily, having Natalie laying on the other side of the bed panting as well. This isn't my room, it's a guest room to my house because sure as hell I ain't gonna let a girl in my room.
"That's was-- wow, amazing." She breathed out.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged still sort of breathing heavily, and grabbing my phone from the nightstand next to the bed.
I texted Ryan telling him I got some this night with a smirk spread on my face. Suddenly, I felt Natalie lay on top of my chest pecking my chest all the way up to my neck.
No feelings nor emotion of course. Why would I? She's just another side hoe. But she comes most the time more than any of my other side hoes. The sex is great, but she's actually really quite annoying.
I felt her pecking my jawline feeling her hands in the back of my neck tickling me a bit from her long nails. What the? Pushed her off a little to see that my neckless was sort of off, but not fully.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked, attaching it back on from the back of my neck.
"I just saw you always wearing that and thought that a girl has the other half." She said, lowering her voice from each word she was saying.
"Well if you fucking saw me wearing it all the time of course you knew it was fucking special to me!" I said. "Get out!" I said.
"W-what? It's just a stupid neckle--"
"GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!" I roared, getting her startled and getting off my bed.
She quickly grabbed her cloths from the floor and left the room. For the first time in months, I thought about Al. Does she still have her neckless? I grabbed the broken heart missing shape, and squeezed it inside the palm of my hand. A tear streamed down my face.
I miss her.
"You know, this is my first time taking it off." Al said, putting it back on.
I did the same, nodding my head in agreement, "Yeah, me too."
"Thank you for the neckless." She thanked me.
I laughed a little, "Al, you don't have to thank you me! You've thanked me like 100 times when I first gave you it." I shook my head.
"Yeah, it must have been really expensive. How much was it? You never told me." She pouted, crossing her arms.
"That's because I didn't want you to worry about how much I spent on this, I wanted you to enjoy your gift." I said.
"I know but--"
"But nothing Al," I cut her off, "a gift." Was all I said.
"Fine, but I'll find that receipt someday and pay you back." She warned, pointing her index finger straightly at me.
I chuckled shaking my head looking down at my lap, but looked back up at her saying, "It's long gone Al, I threw it away like 9 years ago."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.
"I know you love me thoughhh." I sang.
"Yeah okay, whatever." She chuckled standing back up on her feet.
She offered me a hand getting up, so I of course accepted it and grabbed her hand. Butterflies all around my stomach. Never will I ever get tired of this fantastic feeling.
I got up on my feet, letting go of her hand. I mean c'mon, she's gonna notice how much I have been holding her hand, right?
I shoved my hands inside my pockets. We started to walk on the trail again, with quietness filled in the air. I looked down at Al. I noticed she was wearing a short overall, a shirt up to half her stomach, and converse. She looked lovely today. I love how shorter she was compared to me.
I looked big, tough, and bad ass. Meanwhile, she looked innocent, beautiful, and classy. Every bad boy needs a good girl, right? I wish. I know she doesn't feel the same. But my feelings would ruin our friendship. Even my song would ruin our friendship that was inside the teddy--
"How did you come up with the name "Jason McCann?"" Al asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Oh, you know," I chuckled shrugging, "ideas. How did you come up with Kidrauhl?" I smirked.
"Now you ask after years?" She said looking at me with her head tilted.
"You said you didn't know, but now I really want to know." I said.
"Well, since your dad used to call himself Lord Rahl, I decided to make you a mini him since you sort of looked up to him so I just added the "kid" part and stuff." She shrugged.
I looked at her dumbfounded. "Wait wait wait, you were freaking 11 Al, you couldn't have thought of all that." I said.
"Yeah, well I was a smart 11 year old." She said.
"Yeah, you were." I smiled looking at her.
•
"What kind of topping do you want?" I asked.
"Pineapple with ham!" Al excitedly said, clapping his hands childishly.
I chuckled shaking my head a bit and facing the guy on the other side of the counter. "1 pineapple with ham and 2 of pepperoni--"
"Ah ah ah ah, who said I wanted 1?" Al cut me off then turned to look at the guy taking our orders. "I'll take 2 pineapple and ham."
The guy chuckled writing it down. "Is that all for you guys?" He asked.
"2 medium soda cups." I said.
"Alrighty then," The guy said grabbing two cups from under the counter and handing it to us, "here you go. That'll be 9.99." He said.
I saw Al trying to unzip her wallet quickly but I beat her to it and handed the guy a 10 dollar bill with a smirk on my face. She stopped unzipping her wallet with her mouth hanging a bit narrowing her eyes at me.
The guy took it, making my smirk wider. "Asshole, I was gonna pay!" She said.
"Don't curse Al, only I can." I said looking at her with my eyebrow up.
She rolled her eyes grabbing her cup from my hand and stomping childishly over to the soda section thing. Before I got to follow her, the guy pulled me and said lowly so Al wouldn't hear.
"She's a keeper, don't let your beautiful girlfriend go."
"Oh Al? She's not--" I stopped myself when I saw her deciding which soda flavor to pick with her head cutely tilted. "going anywhere." I finished.