Do People Change? [BxB] ✔️

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Do people change? I'd like to find out for myself, because out of all my eighteen years of living, nothing has changed. Hi, my name is Keijey but you can call me J. This is the story of my life.

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          "Seriously? Again, Lucius?" I asked angrily. In front of me was my boyfriend and some damn random getting it on.  "That's the second time this month. You know what? I'm done. No more chances."

"Wait, Key, no!"

I heard Lucius yell and run after me but I didn't stop walking. Me and Lucius have known each other for more than a decade and we've been dating for five years. But now, it's over. A hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug, my back against Lucius' bare chest. He rested his chin on my head.

"Stop. Let me go. I'm done with this shit. I've given you way too many chances. We're over," I scoffed, "for like, the sixteenth time."

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm really sorry. I won't do it again, I promise," Lucius begged, kissing my cheek. I sighed, letting him do what he wanted as I watched that fucking extra random guy put his clothes back on and leave.

"Who even is that?" I demanded.

"He's just a friend. I swear, I won't do it again."

Just a friend my ass. He was all over him just like he is with me. Lucius is not the ideal boyfriend. He asked me out when we were thirteen and I said yes, not even knowing what my sexuality was. We were best friends and he said he was in love with me. I couldn't bring myself to say no, and eventually caught feelings and fell hard. He was an adorable little kid and grew up to be a hot piece of crap. He always had his looks going for him. People swooned over his face and almost white eyes. He could go up to anybody in school and ask to fuck. They would probably say yes. Honestly, we were just fuck buddies for a good year or two even though we were labeled as boyfriends.

"I'm really, really sorry Keijey..." he mumbled again, burying his face in my dirty blonde hair. I rolled my eyes, hating how my heart broke at his sad voice.

"It's fine."

"You're the best. I love you so much, baby," Lucius cooed, kissing my neck. I hated how my heart fluttered at his sugar coated words. I knew he didn't mean them. He wouldn't have cheated on me if he had. I hated how I smiled at the thought that I was better than any of the other people he messed around with. I hated that I smiled at the thought that he always came back to me. I hated it because I loved him. Before he asked me out, I had wanted nothing to do with love. Thirteen year old me was a genius. Love only fucks you up.

Lucius began kissing down my neck and on my collarbones.

"Ngh... stop. I'm not in the mood," I said, lightly pushing his head away. Like always, he ignored it and kept on with what he started. Sooner or later, we were fucking.

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It was past midnight and creeping into the early morning. My hips ached and I couldn't sleep. I turned my head to face the sleeping Lucius next to me. Smiling slightly, I brushed a lock of black, curly hair away from his eyes and kissed his nose. He unconsciously wrapped and arm around me and pulled me closer into his chest and snuggled into me. I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes. Times like this was what kept me going. Times like these gave me hope that he actually did love me and just had a bad way of expressing it. I hated the false hope times like these gave me. It always hurt more when I received a glimmer of hope, just for it to be crushed by another damn person.