Gun
Fluff!
I walked into the club and sat down at the bar.
"Give me the strongest shit you got" I sighed.
"What did you go through?"
"Just-" the memories flashed in my mind like lightning. "Just give me the damn alcohol"
"I can tell that fight wasn't the only thing you went through, now was it?"
"No, it wasn't but I'm not here to talk about that"
"Fine, I'll stop bothering you but first, tell me, where is Jet Star?"
"Dead, he's fucking dead"
"Here's your stuff"
"What?" I snapped awake and the bartender handed me glass. "Just give me the whole bottle, please?"
"Sure thing buddy"
They handed me the bottle and paid for it before walking out.
"Y/K/N"
"Leave me alone"
"But I'm your Star"
"You're dead!"
"Am I?"
"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD JET!!
"Mhm, how did that happen?"
"I KILLED YOU!! YOU'RE NOT REAL!!"
"But I'm right here"
I ran and sat between 2 rocks, drinking until my body was numb.
"Y/K/N"
"You're dead" I sobbed. "You're gone"
"Y/K/N"
"I killed you and now-"
"It's me, Fun Ghoul"
"What?" I looked up.
There he was, Fun Ghoul.
He held a hand out for me and I grabbed it.
He pulled me up and hugged me.
"Let's get you home" he smiled, helping me walk.
"Home?" I asked.
"The diner"
He struggled to get me into the car and started driving home.
"What happened to you?"
"I got in a fight" I mumbled. "If you think that I look awful you should see the other guy"
"No, I mean, who did you kill?"
"Jet Star"
"Oh"
"You can drop me on the side of the road if you want"
"No, I'm taking you home"
He took me to the diner and I saw Kobra and Party.
"Y/K/N? You're back!" Party smiled.
There was a 3rd person there too, Jet Star.
"Y/K/N" he sighed.
"No, why can't you just stop haunting me!?"
I covered my ears. "I SAW YOU DIE!! I KILLED YOU!! JUST GO AWAY!!"
His eyes filled with tears.
"You didn't kill me" He pulled out a piece of metal. "I had to fake my death and letting you walk away, thinking that you killed me, was the hardest thing I've ever done"
The metal was blackened in the middle.
"I kept your gun" he showed me the broken gun.
He handed it to me and my eyes widened.
2 years ago...
"I'm sorry Jet" I said, snapping the gun in half.
I threw it to his feet. "I'll never use a gun again, I promise"
Back to the present...
I dropped the gun and stepped back.
"No, no, no" I cried. "I can't"
I stared at the gun and started hyperventilating.
I started sobbing and Jet walked over to me.
"Everything is okay" He whispered, tilting my head up carefully. "I'm okay and you're home"
"I'm sorry"
"No, I'm sorry I let you think that I died because of you" he kissed me softly.
I hugged him tightly and he hugged back.
"I missed you" I whispered.
"I know"
I grabbed his face and pulled him down into a kiss.
"What happened to you baby?" He took me to his room.
"I got into a fight" I mumbled.
"Without a gun? How did you survive?"
"These" I pulled out my knives. "Sometimes you have to use their own weapons against them"
"You stole those mid fight?"
"Yeah"
He had hearts in his eyes and he chuckled. "You always manage to surprise me"
He started cleaning my wounds and I had to lift up my shirts.
He gasped and started shaking slightly.
"You didn't tell me you got stabbed! Why didn't you tell me you got stabbed!?"
"Calm down" I said. "It's not that deep and it didn't hit any vital organs"
"Good, good, let me just clean it and then stitch it up"
Jet got me patched up and then pulled me against his body.
He kissed my forehead and smiled. "I'm glad you're home"